<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903</id><updated>2012-02-13T12:34:44.097+05:30</updated><title type='text'>....Echoes....they all reflect sometime !!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Echoes...they are the voices of our own....reflect back behind us....and they reveal the real identity of our soul....trust me echoes reflect a part of urself.... u jus need to keep ur trust ans faith .... stand in front of a mirror and it will reflect ur soul ... listen to it ....

 guess i missed  something .... yes .... SiMbA tAgO ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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since then there has been no looking back...suddenly when i find that many people keep updating and scribbling on this orange-blue-white screen...i thought show some respect to the ones in my list..who (as google says) are follwing me..no matter how hard it tries to lie abt that to me..it makes the feel better... and now a year flew by.things have changed from 4 room for some 20-25 odd road-roamers to huge mansion for the single...at the end of the world..surrounded by species with no legs to many legs...varying from 48deg C to 12000 mm rainfall...crazy, as people wud say...compulsion is what i wud call it...and then add to it the "Boss is always right"&amp;nbsp;phenomenon....and u know life has been part good part tough and part undiscovered..i notice around me, the talk of people getting post-graduated, to people&amp;nbsp;moving out of india to someone moving in at home and varities and colors..such news around has shown that people dun hesitate changing paths..things look bright outside...lots of options flying nearby..some to catch and some to miss... but must accept the change that is being involved at every step.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "When we substitute a threat for arguement, violence for principle ..then we allow our passion to overcome our capacity for reason.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ADIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-5750759229624026389?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/5750759229624026389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=5750759229624026389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5750759229624026389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5750759229624026389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2011/09/ann-year-went-on.html' title='And an year went on...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-7093812508595550745</id><published>2010-06-21T20:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:40:55.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>randomness ....... times ....... fickle ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it is very hard to believe the change in time... it shows good things...bad things...worse and worst... all forms of bad are thrown in front of us... we cry out to ourself.. sometimes to others too .. but then the heart has always one thought in mind .. y do things happen to us... y do we keep on facing troubles and others seem to make a pleasant living in themselves... the mind makes a lot of decisions and the heart refuses to take them.. we vent out on our buddies ... we shout at them and make a mockery of things... and even we swear at them for not being with us at our times of need... we make a long list of complaints at the person whom we love.. we shout..we cry...we laugh and we sulk ....and this part - the sulking thing .. the after effects of love,battle, fights... and much more makes a huge part of our life... many of us life sulking and some dun sulk.. some for a longer duration and some jus wrap it off in a jiffy .... some incidents in our lives are at our eye-fronts every time.. and some are off our last thoughts... some things lie college... friends ... the pet names... the wars... the food.. the drinks - booze ... the smokes.. the roadside tapris... and much more all play their role in our life.. and none of us are exempted of these situations. .. everyone of us face it ... see it ... blurt it .. and then of course remember it when we miss them... this is what is the time-cycle... the changes and flanges of life... we love making mistakes... every time we look back into those cute emotions and times that we left behind just in the wake of another new day and a passing away dusk, we are enlightened by the factuals that happened ....  the makes and breaks of past has an enduring effect on the present and then the truth or we can say the realizations are done... we see a lot and do a lot ... much aware and much unaware... so this is what life is ... it changes every moment ... every second ... every blink makes us think different .. and no two blinks are the same .... times have changed and it feels good to look back into those memories .. feels like reliving them ... atleast we want to go thru them in a summary ... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with the times changing and bigger and better things expected to come... we all shackle under this change and we all feel insecure... changing times make us feel bad-worse-good..everything ... the past has a turmoil over us... we go crazy ... we go mad ..... we all have seen stuffs happening around us ... we all see things with others .... and keeping ourself strong amongst the crowd is tough ... things get easy when we forget... but not all things are to be forgotten. ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know m talking crap... i m just not in the normal self ... somethings are really taking my attention off me .... things will settle down ... they should ... :)  .... take care .... be good....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-7093812508595550745?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/7093812508595550745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=7093812508595550745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7093812508595550745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7093812508595550745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2010/06/randomness-times-fickle.html' title='randomness ....... times ....... fickle ....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-2465299952270761655</id><published>2010-06-09T22:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:37:05.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the long lost friend is back again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sometimes i imagine life without the gadgets that we use today... life will be a hell in their absence.. it will be like chucking the heart out of u ...sometimes we curse ourselves that we are up to date on our mail or we r not regular in touch with friends cuz we dun have a net connection...but really this whole thing of socializing and keeping in contact with people is one prime reason for networking sites... orkut makes us free in searching people ... and thats what u need when ur a long lost person in this world and u wanna come in terms with ur buddies again.... all u need to do is to create an orkut or a fb account ... and then thats it ... u are into the virtual world of reality ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;one fine day ... after i return from job and i open my orkut after many weeks and to my bloody surprise i find an old pal of mine has sent me request here ... getting all excited to talk to him ... i immediately took his mail id and then the next moment i mailed him and then i feel a sense of huge relief of getting back in touch with him after 10 years.. this way these social sites are really putting into people's emotions... this is maybe the best use of networking sites ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;people use ot for various many reasons.. which m not concerned about ... the fact remains the fact that they are social networks ... and now-a-days even a child aged 5 does use his fb for updating his routine ... from constipation to corporates all of us are addicted to some of these ... some form of these..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;this friend of mine was in touch with me till 8th grade and then no one knew where he was and what he was doing .. our group tried to track him down and get to him .. all in vain... we tried hi dad's contact .. that too wasn't any useful... all that we knew where that he's somewhere in kolkata doing his masters in chemistry ... so this way i get in touch with him and really it feels good to be like this... its always a pleasure getting back in terms with the person whom u had always wanted to be contact with.... it has been a good day to me.. and hope things go really well ... this way i think i can get in touch with many more of my schoolies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;life is strange .. daily it gives surprises ... dazzles u thru ur nerve but still takes u along and makes u experience the most beautiful memories of life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-2465299952270761655?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/2465299952270761655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=2465299952270761655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2465299952270761655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2465299952270761655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-lost-friend-is-back-again.html' title='the long lost friend is back again...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-8143151179069013254</id><published>2010-06-08T19:13:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:42:19.175+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the friends and more ...</title><content type='html'>life has started again ... a new thing .. a new palce and most of many more new people ... m usually a kind of guy who gets in touch with many new friends very fast and very easily ... i love making new friends .. or may i shud put it in the past tense ... i loved making many new friends ... but this new corporate thing is really seeming very strange to me ... m not able to make new friends or maybe m not interested in making new friends .... its usually easy for me to get befriended with people .. again this life is not the same as before... earlier it happened that m in contact with the entire grp ..  this time its not the sanme case .. either m changing, which is a huge factor or times are changing ... which again cannot be  denied ...&lt;br /&gt;either way this new face of people and being them is great ... kinda the real faces .. the very professional life ... damn professional ... in a way again, this is good ... now i myself dun wanna make a lot of new people .. the more the new people , the more u need to attend to them and the more u tend to loosen with the old ones... and this is really harsh on them  ... they seem to take us in the wrong way ... but then change is inevitable ...&lt;br /&gt;life makes us take harsh decisions ... gives us hard times but also people around to fight them ... sometimes its the undeniable existance of the friends which makes us strong ... makes us see thru all tough situations and circumstances of life ...makes us feel the aura against and with us .. the foes..the friends..the families..the figures ... they are play a big role in deciding what actually is our decision ... they may make us strong they may weaken us ... but finally the one who stands us thru all this is the one who will stand us thru much more to come .. life takes visious turns and so does friendship ... u may hate ur friend at this second but then u may hug them the very next moment apologising for ur act ... all this happens to all of us ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some know how to put them on their back and still walk away unnoticed and harmless.. like nothing ever happend .... but some , those "some" who jus are twisted in these curves are never able to come out of this ... and for them peers are the biggest asset... friendship is a relation that cud spoil everything ... and it is the only relation that cud bring us back from ashes .. and thats y v need these humpy-bumpy people around us ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*finally m blogging today ... i love blogging ... venting out to people whom i dunno... whom i know .... * .. this is easier .. in many-a-ways ... letting out ourselves on people who are not known to us .. who dont know us .. who have never seen us ... who have nothing to do with our past or the future .. they jus listen to us ... like our diaries ...  lively diaries ... they speak to us .. they respond to us .. but they dont hate us ... they dont comment on us ..  this is easy and fun ... knowing people on the e-world and then making friends with them ... its good ... its like ... i dunno ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is reality ... and this is believable ...&lt;br /&gt;time takes its toll on all of us ...&lt;br /&gt;and i like being played upon by the sands of nature ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining for the past couple of days here ... its freaking aweosme here  in faridabd .. temp has dipped from 48 to 28 ... lovely romantic climate ... damn sexy trees shedding leaves .. its cold in nights ... its great in the early-mornings.... its great to go on a walk... :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care  friends ... keep posting .. it will take me time to get back in regular touch ... :) ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-8143151179069013254?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/8143151179069013254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=8143151179069013254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8143151179069013254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8143151179069013254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2010/06/friends-and-more.html' title='the friends and more ...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-2141802823815394110</id><published>2010-05-21T14:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:51:21.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>m updating ... that i will be back ...</title><content type='html'>another 3 months and not even a post ... sorry .. i will try to be regular ... "try to" ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m updating my status now ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i m placed in TATA POWER , Faridabad as of now ... joining on 1st june.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m done with the college life .... m missing it sooo much ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m loving those memories....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will get back with many many more details ... and will publish those 31 posts that ar still in drafts  ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love life :) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-2141802823815394110?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/2141802823815394110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=2141802823815394110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2141802823815394110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2141802823815394110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2010/05/m-updating-that-i-will-be-back.html' title='m updating ... that i will be back ...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-4600091701476824922</id><published>2010-02-28T22:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:12:24.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what to name it  ... !!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;its been months , almost 45 days since i made my last post .... m really was not in any mood to blog ... but then i have been brought up again to blog .... no one is the reason behind it ... but just a few self realisations ... not to be told ....some things are better untold ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;let  me talk about a few things .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;one of them is lying to your buddies .... the prime rule of lying that has always been is that either you lie very efficiently that you are never caught .... cuz ur close buddy can always spot u lying ... or else dont let ur lie ever get to that person from whom you want it to be kept unknown .... so this way ur buddy never gets to know that u lied and also he wont ever feel bad about it ... cuz buddies are always there for the best ..... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;       now if the case is not so and the friend finds out that u lied to him ... now here is where the we get some differences .... cuz u 've been great buddies all time and even though you never wanted to hurt him, he invariably gets hurt on this .... obviously the friend is not mandating you to tell him every part of ur life or share it with him.... but what a friend expects from you is that you dont lie to him .... never .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;          its easier to hide something from ur buddies rather faking it .... such small incidents leave away a big dent in the art of friendship .... and if your friend completely easy taking types...then man ur lucky to have such a friend ...and if not , then ur surely goin to have a tough time explaining him .... obviously it wont take a minute to walk off from the conversation but once u walk off unexplained then it means u walked off the relationship that u shared with him/her till now .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                 in any kind of friendship or a relationship , there should be some free space for both the persons ... u cant force someone in the name of care and attachments ... no one is a kid that they cant take care of self ... this is the point in some relationships where you cant hold on to one forever if you dont let down go of ur ego and possessiveness... everyone is possessive for their friends but there is a gentle way of making it known to them .... but if the only way you find to express that is ur rude and wasted behaviour.. then ur gonna end up losing them ... so better stay negligent for sometime than letting go off such wonderful friendships.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                in all relationships , there are some strings attached.... strings that decide what u can do, what u cant, how u shud do, and how u shudnt ... and et al .... but when there comes the time to let go off those strings... we shackle ... we tend not to loosen those nots .... cuz we are afraid of losing them ..... but the thing we dunt realise is that the more we let people free and lonely .... they get to miss us more and then is that they realise what they actually had left unnoticed ... so at times keeping strings open, lets others free and also shows our trust on them... the friend needs to realise how much trust do we have on them... and this makes the relationship tick longer than thought and longer than meant for ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;            if all of this doesnt make any sense to u ... i wont apologise ... cuz this is not meant for all ... this is sometimes that happens to all of us ... just that some of us blog this down... some write diaries ... some cry it out ... some puff it and boozze it ... some fuck it off ... but at the end there is someone or something that takes its toll on us at such situations .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;        amen .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-4600091701476824922?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/4600091701476824922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=4600091701476824922&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/4600091701476824922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/4600091701476824922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-to-name-it.html' title='what to name it  ... !!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-6480125978781168332</id><published>2010-01-08T11:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:19:49.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>rendezvous .... chilling cold !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Those lovely hands shud always be mine&lt;br /&gt;let alone i make them shine..&lt;br /&gt;the life is full of U and Me ....&lt;br /&gt;lets stay together if possible be .... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random few lines in mind ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m going home .. chennai ... i dunno if i really wanna go but yeah sometimes it good to have a change ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay good ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-6480125978781168332?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/6480125978781168332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=6480125978781168332&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6480125978781168332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6480125978781168332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2010/01/rendezvous-chilling-cold.html' title='rendezvous .... chilling cold !!!!!'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-8225825524424304131</id><published>2010-01-05T10:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:28:28.058+05:30</updated><title type='text'>strange but true !!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strange but true .... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our lives we come across so many surprises ... so many such moments that dazzle us at the first touch and first sight .... and also so many moments of myth that we trust and believe to be true whereas they actually are jus illusions or are manipulated by people .... the december edition of THE WEEK had many such abstracts and myths commonly accepted by people and still on the GO .... so there do exist such modifications and fabricated truths that are kept aloof people or may be people dun even know !! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine once was cycling on the college roads .... a lone child to his parents ... no siblings .... very restricted friend circle that time .... he wasnt a professional cyclist .... cuz wen he was riding and wen he needed to stop it ... he jus shouted to us , " which brake should i use to stop the cycle " .... now laugh at it .... cuz we mocked him for always and evn today he suffers the poor jokes from us on this .....  so that is how we know him to be .... a great nice person ... a geek in the touch and a thin parallel structure made out of slog wood .... he is so thin that he can manage an excape through the tiniest of the holes.... we used him a ghandhi in disguise on occasions like the independence day mime etc .... gets drunk and spits out some crappy stuffs that obv he doesnt remember ... laughs lot wen he's drunk ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks back the iift results were out and from the entire Chattisgarh state der wer only 3 short-listed candidates ... two from my college and one being him .... what a great thing to happen for him ... for all of us ... a great boost to him and a great treat (waiting) for us .... he's really good in apti and all these stuffs .... more than good i can say he manages time well and give proper time to all sections ... really wanted to appreciate him for this feat ... still PI GD to come but i hope and wish he gets thru .... the strange thing here is he doesn't know riding bicycle and is bad at household chores but great person and a great entertainer indeed.... and he's famous in our grp for &lt;/span&gt;kalaichifying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thala .... he's the one thala is always annoyed off ... he jus pisses him off to no limits ... god he's so spelled in teasing and irritating that .... thala one day may not think twice slapping him ... but THALA is thala ... he different creed in himself ... his ideas r ideal and sticks to them ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a jus randon post .... but i'm getting the touch bak to blogging ... slowly though ,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year wishes to all ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-8225825524424304131?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-6402922466885959907</id><published>2009-12-28T19:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:56:06.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>life is hard to deal ... but soft if let it deal itself !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we all go thru times of stress and pain .. times when we just arn't in our best and times when we miss that "just-magical-touch" which could heal us ...there exists so much in our lives that we can simply let our past go off us and let the present play its plot cuz we are already too messed up and too dragged to think of what had happened ... i obviously dont mean to say that we shud leave our past and move on but yeah we could atleast not dwell on our past ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already having so much utter shackles and shambles in life that if we give any more consideration to the unwanted , we might well land up in hell and then settle the affairs... but what if we could all this now ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is possible (in my senses) when we stop dealing with the life and let it deal with us ... cuz at times its good that we dont take all the mess over us and let it on something else .... we keep track with so many people  in life ... we trust so many people in life that if by some mistake one of those trusted ones criss-crosses our personal path and makes it public..then is when u lose ur trust on people ... not only on that individual but on all .... and that is the moment when we expect the others to stay on with us and understand us ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong if we get numb to people's reactions ... we have life in us.. but we can still be vulnerable to people's comments and interference on us ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've become like this .... made myself vulnerable to everything ... atleast if not vulnerable... i'm being plastic in senses and dun let people see into me .... this is kind of perfect if u want people to stay off u and u want to stay aloof .... but then the fact arises when u need them to see thru u .... when u need people to see those sleepless eyes .... those lonliness in u .... u feel like had someone called us and asked , "what happened ?? " ... but that doesn't happen cuz of the plastic immune nature that i've got on myself ... the sheath that i've covered myself in doesn'e let me people feel me ... and so i end up at the end of the cliff alone .... no one even to push me off !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what life gives u when u give nothing to life ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suffer ... we all suffer ... unless until we change ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessed by the immunity ... and shackled by the pity !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-6402922466885959907?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/6402922466885959907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=6402922466885959907&amp;isPopup=true' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6402922466885959907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6402922466885959907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-hard-to-deal-but-soft-if-let-it.html' title='life is hard to deal ... but soft if let it deal itself !!'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-1352081078406367033</id><published>2009-12-28T19:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:29:10.771+05:30</updated><title type='text'>long past gone !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know it has been a very long time that i'm writing down ... but dunno somehow i'm not gettin that magical blog moments that i had months ago... may be cuz of increasing stress of final yr projects and books .... or the extreme nostalgia of missing moments and people .. what ever it is .... i m not able to scribble down my thoughts ... people are chasing me to hunt me down for some reason or the other .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m keeping too low on my healt for the past week or so .... severe cough and cold .... and then as i'm i dint consult a doc .... toook few medicines .... and the changing climate in raipur is not having a great effect on me ... atleast not in the good sense ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placements are on at the college and i've not appeared in even one of them till now ... !!! i've a very strong feeling that i may land up in no-man's land one day after the college life and then the most unimaginable and worst thing might happen .... sitting home jobless .... this is not what i'm meant for or at least i dont what this to be destined upon me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plan of GRE has been an utter rupture as of now .... havnt taken a date till now and add it to the fact that its already dec end and then what is gonna happen ... m clueless !!!!!!!! jus bloddy clueless i'm .... i got no plan for the backup and this is gonna hit me real hard.... i jus wish i get a back-up job the least and somehow i give my GRE within the new-yr month .... i  hope, let JAN bring in some luck and surprises for me .... cuz i need luck now more than ever ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has been too many ups and downs in a lot of things in life .... cant scribble all but yeah not the ones that i ever expected to happen .... dunno this final yr nostalgia is all over me and this is may be the reason that m missing my school buddies a lot .... i've been trying to get i n touch with the first nascent immature child gang of my life ..... somehow i need that sunshine ... the light and the hope to stick to the principles of mine ... . seeing people lose from everything to nothing has been a pain ... seeing people been devoid of damn luck and support has led me to somewhere ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i might be talking some utter meaningless crap... but pardon me cuz thats what i'm when i'm messed up altogether ... i get no sense no life in me .... jus a few words jumbled in mind ... that which are being thrown out now ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing is very clear from all these is that the more u get attached to someone in life... the more u repent for it .... if not repent but hurt for it ... !!!! this is what i've noticed in people in their lives ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"captivity of negativity" .... this has been striking me for more than a week now .. !! i dunno why .. i dunno how ... jus comes to mind ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios !!!!!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-1352081078406367033?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/1352081078406367033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=1352081078406367033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/1352081078406367033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/1352081078406367033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-past-gone.html' title='long past gone !!!!!!'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-3528889343927758737</id><published>2009-11-29T21:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:36:55.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The CAT finally meows ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dint get any better or u can say any crap topic than this .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chalo den ... finally the CAT is dealt with and m having fun now in nagpur station ... train at 11pm and what else can replace the time than net and blogging and den arsenal-chelsea now .....  m really missing the crunch ... wanted to see it live. ... but never mind .... good team selection from the italian ..... a draw is what i think may be outcome .. still i can bet on chelsea winning .... to tough ... but possible ... but gallas back ... lesc. .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day was great .... 15km from station was the centre and we stayed in some nearby hotel .... reached on time and started on time ..atleast for me .... my previous batch ppl had terrible experience .... their exams started 2 hrs late and den things really crapped up .. ... but rest management was not-so-bad ... cant blame the Prometric either .... they have been doing this very effieiently for yrs. .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i personally felt that exam is not tough and i sincerely believe that the students who have really worked hard for this , can really crack it .... if they keep their cool and trust their decisions and major of all least negatives will be a great play for u all .... so everyone attempting CAT and if ur a serious aspirant then kindly try to eliminate options rather than sitting and wasting time .... really it did work for me at many situations.. proper analysis of the que and then eliminating the options with cool mind will do ... cuz for some que i had no clue .... still did them ..... but very sadly i dint expect to screw up in maths .... it was fairly easy and crackable .... but then i think cutoffs will shoot up ..... results will be out from 22nd jan....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the best to all the fellow CAT buddies. .... have a great time and enjoy .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rest is great ..... so l be back by tomo morning to the room and then will reply to all queries .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adios .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-3528889343927758737?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/3528889343927758737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=3528889343927758737&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3528889343927758737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3528889343927758737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-finally-meows.html' title='The CAT finally meows ....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-3071767192360349771</id><published>2009-11-27T21:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:43:09.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Renaissance  .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sw_6hnfrTtI/AAAAAAAACWM/trUgqQ-Qef0/s1600/pen-write.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sw_6hnfrTtI/AAAAAAAACWM/trUgqQ-Qef0/s320/pen-write.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408817132939726546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah ,.... its been quite long ..... its feels alone to be away from this world ..... it was tough being away from this ..... but truely i checked many of my favourite blogs .... did miss out on many and den yeah m sorry to all those who may have been waiting for my postss .....my exams are halted for 10 days ....  CAT .... and m also giving CAT on 29th.... dats DOT ... and know what!!!!1 .... havnt even given a single mock till now ..... i dunno how many ques come .... dunno any pattern ... m just giving it cuz i wanted to know what it is, "the toughest management exam in the world" ..... thats what people call it as .... just y'day i was told that it is 2 hr 15 min long battle with the computer ..... so i think up and ready for it .... lesc how it frames it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding my long absence everyone knew i'm having exams ... so dint dare to do anything else .... cuz m last min hurdle jumper ... no pre-prep ... some people can do it.... i cant ....  m not so talented ... also i dint wanna screw up my final yr. , enuf i've done in the past three yrs ..... some remedy was needed ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lots to write down ... but m leaving for nagpur (my CAT centre) tomoro .... i'll try a post again .... but sorry if i fail to ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible times have hit me .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to get back on track ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks each one of you for the evelasting presence here .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-3071767192360349771?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/3071767192360349771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=3071767192360349771&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3071767192360349771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3071767192360349771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/11/renaissance.html' title='The Renaissance  .......'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sw_6hnfrTtI/AAAAAAAACWM/trUgqQ-Qef0/s72-c/pen-write.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-644608630209689695</id><published>2009-10-30T18:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:16:38.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sorry and empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SurgIMD_7nI/AAAAAAAACWE/PpSYFWy5970/s1600-h/null.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SurgIMD_7nI/AAAAAAAACWE/PpSYFWy5970/s400/null.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398373534638534258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;this post goes in for those who are following me and might have expected to continue with my  posts .. but since these hectic exams and gre and stuf i'm not blogging at'll and its a month since i've done any proper blog ..... i have not been following any of the other blogs and even though i wanna comment and see all my favs blog... but m not able to ... m sorry to all of u ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to scribble so much ... but m jus in wait for the exams to get over.... so many of my friends are doin contant posts .... but they are capable of multitasking .. which i real suck at .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this may be my last post (may be) ... for a month or more.... or it may even happen that i change my mind and start regular posts ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all of u out there ... thanks for the constant visits ... and all followers m really heartful for u  ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye take care ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-644608630209689695?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/644608630209689695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=644608630209689695&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/644608630209689695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/644608630209689695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-and-empty.html' title='sorry and empty'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SurgIMD_7nI/AAAAAAAACWE/PpSYFWy5970/s72-c/null.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-7792197016431685699</id><published>2009-10-11T21:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:25:36.994+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The ... About Me .... TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/StHeQPQZPTI/AAAAAAAACVM/SL2J6cl_RZw/s1600-h/111020092031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/StHeQPQZPTI/AAAAAAAACVM/SL2J6cl_RZw/s400/111020092031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391334599493762354" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry friends ... i had been under covers for 8 days or so .... wanted to write a lot .. lots are in the drafts ... let me start with &lt;a href="http://unthinkunwind.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag-day-prevents-brain-decay.html"&gt;rohini's tag&lt;/a&gt; ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;this about me tag was nice and i really loved writing this .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;1. i love talking and chit-chatting with people .. an inherent quality ... and i love interacting with new faces ... i can go along with unknown people for hours &amp;amp; hours .... and i love making new buddies ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i love using Sony Ericsson mobiles.. although i've a NOKIA but still .... any day they stand better than the nokias....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm a freak football fan and that too only after joining college .... cuz the surrounding effect ... i love watching matches ... Chelsea is ma favorite and i wanna see them play at Stamford once ... ... i m a blue thro n thro .... its a zeal seeing them play ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. once in my life i would love to meet APJ and Stephen Hawking for their contributions to space science ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. internet and gmail are my weakness... Add blogs to them now.... i'm madly addicted to these .... and yeah hell yeah ... Gtalk too ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. spite of the fact that i love meeting and making new friends , i love more being alone .... loneliness is my strength .... it energises me .... i'm best when i'm left in my solitude and fantasies ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i dont want to get an arranged marriage ... I wish to be in love with someone and den have a love marriage ... make the happiest moments with her ... (although i know m quite close to the fairy-land )... i always dreamt of getting a cancerian girl ... (nothing related to any1) ... and i wish her name starts with "A" .. and ___________________ .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Many times in my childhood and even few times now I've dreamt like someone pushes me off a huge cliff and then i fall into the valleys .... and there and then i die and its the end of me .... But Trust me, i would really want a sweeter death-written for me .... not like this. ... please ... that will be really harsh on me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. a passion for me is cooking ... and its a hobby ... Another one is driving ... esp bikes .... Reading is myself .... and drenching in rains is just so me .. so so me.. and love that romantics ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. and most of all i hate ice creams ... paneer ... cheese ... ghee .... (not sweets...) ... seriously i hate ice creams .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off-late i've been irritated by pink colour too .... i hate pink ... and smoking and boozing are my prime hatreds ... evils .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my life i'll try not to eat non-vegetarian food ... at least i'll make it very sure .... avoid it till 99.99 % .. until it costs for my existence ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging after very long ... expect short posts from me ... seriously gotta prepare for GRE ... my only hope of life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-7792197016431685699?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/7792197016431685699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=7792197016431685699&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7792197016431685699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7792197016431685699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-me-tag.html' title='The ... 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TAG'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/StHeQPQZPTI/AAAAAAAACVM/SL2J6cl_RZw/s72-c/111020092031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-5332091030647208525</id><published>2009-10-03T15:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:09:17.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Indian Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 3; the third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SscoW3ok5gI/AAAAAAAACVE/AkrDicMjTEI/s400/india.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388319852528461314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wowiee... what a topic man.... what a great one to debate upon... all of us know ... each one has faced it... has seen it.. or atleast wanted to see it ... the free India.. the dream that each one of us have in us .. to have a nation of his choice ...  to have a nation of our choice ... to see the nation be like 'America' or like 'china' or like 'Switzerland'  ... be free and independent and ruling like a superpower ... tell me one person who doesn't dream his country to flourish in every damn field ... in every damn corner .. in every angle and in every hook ... YES , we all have grown like this.. our parents have grown like this... supporting the nation for everything... our  grand-generation has given lives to make us see this future for us.. a nation thats so so better than what we had ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;almost many of the contestants have criticized the nation.. stating that its not worth what it is ... stating that we are losers... stating every damn reason to hate the mother nation.... giving thousand and one reasons for hating this country... for making it a bad place to live on ..... BUT i hate them..hate all those who talk like this ....  Y ????? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeah lemme tell u .... the blog-a-ton topic is "THE INDIAN DREAM" .... it means what we dream our nation to be.... what we would like our nation to look like. .... .. how do we visualize it to be 20 yrs from now ... 50 yrs from nw.... how do we see it for our grandchildren .... ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i too have a dream .... to be selfish ... to be a selfish patriot ... to be a bloody-selfish patriotic person who just wants everything good for the nation ... just for me ... just for my country ... cuz then only it becomes possible for this nation to develop...develop better ... better than the bloody americans.. the bloody other country .... because all other countrymen are selfish for their country ... they want their country to develop .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tell me how many us are ready to work and die for the nation ... ask all those fucking-bastards sitting in the silicon valley to come and serve the mother nation ....  will they come ???? NO ... they wont ... cuz those assess are paid for their slavery to the americans.... paid in large amounts... and for them the money matters and not the nation .... yes and this outrage in me is jus cuz so many of us are only good enuf to talk.. and talk .. and do nothing .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now do one more thing ... tell all those people who travel to abroad.. anywhere to go and spit at the roads of america or switzerland ... or germany and france ... no fucking bitch has the guts to that  .... none can even think of doing that.... Y ??? cuz those roads are clean .. they follow rules.... but the moment they land at the indira gandhi airport ... they will come out and sit in a taxi .. open the window and spit out all the shit that they had in their mouth during the tour .... motherfucking assess... WHY ??? why do people become so negligent for the home nation... why cant we try and clean our nation.. y cant we atleast give a try to it ???? NO ONE will come forward to do this..... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;have u ever given a thought what would have happened if Narayana murthy had left the country in search for a better life for him... just imagine ... WE would have lost one of the world's leading IT sector ... make him our idol to success .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;really i thank Mr. Murthy .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"kyunki, apne ghar ke safai mein haat kon gande kare" .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(tr :" no one wants to dirt their hand for cleaning own home") .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we have the highest number of population next to China ... and still we cant get above them... cuz the only reason that lies behind this is that we are not so sincere to the parent nation ... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. each one of us dreams to have the best governing body at the centre ... but none of us has         the freaking gut to step up and enter politics ..... enter into it and try to be a part of the                governing india ... if anyone can do this .. then only we can get rid of corruption .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  each one us will die to see india win over pakistan .. anyday ... we want it ... we just want to     see the indian cricket team cruise against pakistan .... but how many of us can really take up     a carrier in that direction  ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  we all are aware of the global warming situ and the situation of plastics ... but how many of       us have stopped using plastics ??? may be not even .01 % of the educated WE ...... ??? or             even less .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. we all do complain of dirt and shit around us ... but we forget its us who have done this ...            and no one else ... no one but we are responsible for the mess around us...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. how many of us are today ready to go into the indian air force or the army or even the navy    ???? not many ... cuz they fear the loss of life ... but think what if those brave soldiers had           thought the same ... or think what if gandhi and nehru had thought the same ??? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;then would we be here sitting and posting comments and taking part in such a competition @ &lt;b&gt;blog-a-ton &lt;/b&gt; ??? NO ... NEVER ... EVER .... would we be freely walking on the roads .. freely singing and parting ....?? NO ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so its a duty for all of us ... to do what we should have done decades back .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;And this is the true sense of an INDIAN DREAM for me ... and even for many else too .... a dream  where we can have our own silicon-valley .... or own missiles without anyone's permission and aid .... our own army to battle the whole world ... our own google, microsoft and everything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks all for being a great part of our nation ... a great part of our developing culture , society and contributing to its summit ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if we all can really think and act wise ... we can really have an INDIAN DREAM outside jus this blog competition also .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jai Hind .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2009/09/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-3.html#comments"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-5332091030647208525?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/5332091030647208525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=5332091030647208525&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5332091030647208525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5332091030647208525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/10/indian-dream.html' title='The Indian Dream'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SscoW3ok5gI/AAAAAAAACVE/AkrDicMjTEI/s72-c/india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-2885635536134211101</id><published>2009-10-03T10:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:56:02.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>life for this moment .... and love every memory ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsbdK9ydxDI/AAAAAAAACU8/FYoZnfPRdzc/s1600-h/LifeRocksDude.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsbdK9ydxDI/AAAAAAAACU8/FYoZnfPRdzc/s400/LifeRocksDude.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388237184650036274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone of us has had the bad times ....the good times....times wen we have had real tough things thrown at us that are above the caliber of our long hands to tackle ....but we battled to won.... stuffs that we never wanted to go through alone ... times when we really needed a friend , a shoulder to cry upon ... times when we just cried cuz we wanted to feel better ... times when we felt the absence of a love in our life.... a love that could have caressed us like a feather ....  times when the angry dad told us to leave the home cuz we failed in our exams... times when those late night phone calls made us realize the importance of a  true friend ... the necessity of being a true friend ..... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the college ...time when those hostel foods were pathetic and all the group of friends starved till the early mornings until a cup of tea .... those heavenly cigarettes during the exam nights ...... those booze on a friends birthday .... those moments when we jus felt that being on a high might jus do all the evens for odds .... the misunderstandings that lead to minor fights ending up in chocolate gifts... those moments when we could endlessly listen to rock-metal music for weeks and weeks still being soft .... those moments when we had no cash ... no ATM balance ... No reserves ... and jus had lunch at a friend's expense .... those true moments when all of us felt that its better to die than strive under such ruthless and killing situations.... the jealousy in seeing a happy couple, when u r fresh out of a break-up .... the jealousy of a bestfriend over others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those sleepless nights when u had big huge fights .... the disco discotheques with late night addictions ..... the 3 am walk on a lonely road .... the group trips with gangs .... memorable pics.... those accidents .... the hidden sex... the secret smooches .... the first puff of smoke ... the first drink... the first 'getting on a high' .... those bath-less dirty weeks ..... stinging physic with loadsa deo ... those secret crushes ...  late night Maggie packets .... long Q in the hostels for the loo .... the first date ... the mass bunks ... the short-attendance lists ... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking in the rain hands-in-hands with the beloved... those most cherished moments ....the 1st show movie tickets for black ... first tram journey ... the first flight .... the endless discussions on sex ... those porn movies ... the masturbation topics discussed with shame excitement and guilt  :P  .... the first sex talk on phone .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are all of us so fortunate to our friends who stand with us in spite of anything .. in spite of everything.. they shoulder us to the very start .. the very end ... to everywhere... they help us , tease us . beat us ... but love us ... the all of us have a history ... a past that we cant change ... a future that we can see..we cant design .... just the present to live for .. jus today to be alive .... then y waste time on the future and the past ... y not LIVE THE MOMENT ????  Y NOT DIE THE MOMENT ??? .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lets do it today ... tell each one of them who matter to us ... thank them for making it in our lives.. for letting us in their lives .... for making it to the our pen of memories ... for letting us keep those pics.... for letting us cry ... for letting us laugh ... for giving us the smile ... for everything .... today lets be thankful and grateful to all our friends .... to all those who matter ... our parents .. our siblings .. the cousins ... the crush .. the love .... the girl-next-door ... to everyone .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE U ALL FOR MAKING IT INTO A PART OF ME ... A PART OF WHAT I AM TODAY ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lets spread this air of happiness ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy days ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-2885635536134211101?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/2885635536134211101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=2885635536134211101&amp;isPopup=true' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2885635536134211101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2885635536134211101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-for-this-moment-and-love-every.html' title='life for this moment .... and love every memory ...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsbdK9ydxDI/AAAAAAAACU8/FYoZnfPRdzc/s72-c/LifeRocksDude.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-7505356204862444589</id><published>2009-10-02T19:45:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:12:50.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wooohooooooooo ... so many tags.... m so so thankful ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;many may not like this whole idea of tagging and stuff.. but i jus love that ... cuz tagging is just not fr fun or only as a passe. ... ..  its the basic love .. affection .. a tradition in blogging mainly ... and if smeone tags us it really means that they remember us til now... and for times to come .... we are tagged cuz people know us.. and wanna know us better .... so if anyone tags me m so much excited and so much thankful  to them .... and also i will follow it for every tag... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;=====================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i have been tagged for this both by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;guria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://musingsofamaiden.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;samadrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; for this ... thanks re really ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsYOJuNtbmI/AAAAAAAACUs/qHesF9ZjCOM/s320/IG.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388009564382522978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: 22px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;RULE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;RULE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;RULE 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Copy and paste this into your notes , delete mine and type in your answers and tag your friends to answer this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asked someone to marry you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danced on a table in a bar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever told a lie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;guilt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slept in until 5 PM?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;guilt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;guilt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Held a snake?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been suspended from school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;guilt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stolen from a store?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been fired from a job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Done something you regret?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn’t?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sang in the shower?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaved your head?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had a boxing membership?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Made a boyfriend cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been in a band?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donated Blood?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eaten alligator meat?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eww&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eaten cheesecake?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still love someone you shouldn’t?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have/had a tattoo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been too honest?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruined a surprise?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erased someone in your friends list?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joined a pageant?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had communication with your ex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got totally drunk on the night before exam?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innocent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Got totally angry that you cried so hard?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;==========================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i have been really honured by each one of you for tagging me ... m jus so much thankfu l to u all... again ....i expect everyone to pick up these tags and do them..thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;love u all ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-7505356204862444589?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/7505356204862444589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=7505356204862444589&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7505356204862444589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7505356204862444589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/10/wooohooooooooo-so-many-tags-m-so-so.html' title='wooohooooooooo ... so many tags.... m so so thankful ....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsYOJuNtbmI/AAAAAAAACUs/qHesF9ZjCOM/s72-c/IG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-8393600626674611347</id><published>2009-10-01T09:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:45:43.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>%% ..... 55 ..... hhmmm .. .. not exactly .... (+12)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsQs3sJACdI/AAAAAAAACUk/HEjyaKznjLc/s1600-h/rain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsQs3sJACdI/AAAAAAAACUk/HEjyaKznjLc/s320/rain.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387480389495294418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i climbed up the mountains so tall and high&lt;br /&gt;my heart thundered, and i wanted to try&lt;br /&gt;i was deep into the dreams...that&lt;br /&gt;i would never wake up until i fly ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts were shattered and broken&lt;br /&gt;it was the thunderous sounds of the rain.....&lt;br /&gt;i sat on my couch looking through the window...&lt;br /&gt;what the drizzle had in it, took away my pain .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always imagine myself to be in situations when m struck very bad ... and somehow rain comes and heals the situation .... i dunno y i feel like this .... but may be cuz i love rains more than anything ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new month ... to all the fella bloggers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-8393600626674611347?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/8393600626674611347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=8393600626674611347&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8393600626674611347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8393600626674611347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/10/55-hhmmm-not-exactly-12.html' title='%% ..... 55 ..... hhmmm .. .. not exactly .... (+12)'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsQs3sJACdI/AAAAAAAACUk/HEjyaKznjLc/s72-c/rain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-7142989113243958308</id><published>2009-09-30T19:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:13:07.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'>so much to say ... still cant say ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm so much in these. .... wt m i talking  ???? .... leave it ... let me start over again .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsNuY-TvaBI/AAAAAAAACUE/a1e47i_i2t8/s1600-h/Confusion_by_thiagolooney.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsNuY-TvaBI/AAAAAAAACUE/a1e47i_i2t8/s320/Confusion_by_thiagolooney.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270954586957842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine fine .... this is what m trying to say .... at times i feel so numb and may be like speechless in front of people .... before meeting them i've so much in mind to express... so much to talk to them ... so much to tell them that what i felt of them..  what i feel of them... but right at the neck of the moment when i see them .... that's it damn it ... i forget thiings... or may be i don feel like expressing them.... n pls i dunno wt's this that's happening... or happens with me ... i go black-out ... like some movie scenes..... like some dreams ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when its something that's good for them .... when i feel like advising them ..... i know that my advises may help them tackle with their situations..... but then again the same problem is that i cant express my views...... it feel so pathetic to be like this .... to be like this ... to be so dumb and speechless ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like it happens to a particular girl.... not like the love scenes shown in movies and crap .... but it happens with my very close friends too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends to whom i can anything... and they wont mind tha... they will take it very lightly ... very jovially .... ad then still i dont tell them what i feel.... and this whole awkwardness is taken a great stride when i'm in a odd mood.... people like i'm ... i feel like kkeeping silent whenever i feel odd and detached from things.... i easily regain ma self when i dont talk to anyone and keep aloof .... it gives me tremendous energy .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not an answer of where i started  .... what i'm in now .... the problem is i cant tell people what i feel... cuz the 1st and the foremost thing that comes to my mind is that "may be they 'l feel bad .... " and then i dont talk.. i jus keep shut .... i jus keep numb .... i have nothing to say.... and i feel may be i'll hurt people ... may be people wont understand me ... may be they will make funn of me .... whateva ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if this thing goes .. i think i wont be able to even tell my love to the girl whom i'll love heartout .. in case i find any .... i always imagine myself to be in talk with my very close  friend and i tell them something that i feel by heart .. and then they take it so lightly .. like nothing happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what's all this ... may be i may be over all this  in a day ... or few years ... or by an hour ... but at this time when m writing .. i feel like this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine ... thanks friends for taking all crap from me .... u all are really awesome .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-7142989113243958308?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/7142989113243958308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=7142989113243958308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7142989113243958308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7142989113243958308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much-to-say-still-cant-say.html' title='so much to say ... still cant say ....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsNuY-TvaBI/AAAAAAAACUE/a1e47i_i2t8/s72-c/Confusion_by_thiagolooney.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-6425824364625332888</id><published>2009-09-28T10:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:01:13.912+05:30</updated><title type='text'>another fete..from the bestest i've known....cloud 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i should very sincerely apologize to this blogger - rohini prashant for not picking up her award for me and that too being so late and lazy ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sorry re*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yeh as ever as all &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m too extremely happy .... i have been awarded in back-2-back from the most awesome bloggers... samad ... and now its &lt;a href="http://unthinkunwind.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness-and-awards-in-bloggy-wood.htm"&gt;rohini&lt;/a&gt; ... who is jus so too goood to miss her posts anytime .... anything she writes i 'll read.....so nice she pens them ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now coming to honour that .. actuall i dont knw the rules like everytime, every other blog ..... cuz even rohini doesnt know that ... :P .. so m clueless too..... in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this m including as much ans as many i know who have been with me from the start ...  old buddies,,,new ones too... especially vaishu ... whom with i had been chatting like a hell for 3 hrs on her post.... its been a real special applaud ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this award goes to ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsBJ8CQukBI/AAAAAAAACTc/ZjEvD2L5U1k/s1600-h/blog_buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsBJ8CQukBI/AAAAAAAACTc/ZjEvD2L5U1k/s320/blog_buddies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386386450083123218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaishu - i know u've been awarded by RP .. still i feel i shud honour again&lt;br /&gt;guria&lt;br /&gt;yeshu&lt;br /&gt;Samadrita&lt;br /&gt;pankhuri&lt;br /&gt;pooja mahimkar&lt;br /&gt;iyer paiyan&lt;br /&gt;lakshmi&lt;br /&gt;solitary writer&lt;br /&gt;soul of a woman&lt;br /&gt;manju gone blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey u all above.. i jus love u guys... u all rockk ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-6425824364625332888?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/6425824364625332888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=6425824364625332888&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6425824364625332888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6425824364625332888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-fetefrom-bestest-ive-knowncloud.html' title='another fete..from the bestest i&apos;ve known....cloud 9'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SsBJ8CQukBI/AAAAAAAACTc/ZjEvD2L5U1k/s72-c/blog_buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-3257889460753654818</id><published>2009-09-27T10:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:19:15.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'>strangest thing happens..unexpectedly...but HOW??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sr7uwnxmXqI/AAAAAAAACS8/6JbRpXd51HY/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sr7uwnxmXqI/AAAAAAAACS8/6JbRpXd51HY/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386004723459841698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;really friends i'm sure this is a very rare and the strangest thing that has ever happened to me since the first day of mt blogging carrieer..... yeah trust me m not lying...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yesterday night i checked my dashboard at some time around 11.30 pm and there were some 62 unread posts of my followers and that was when i checked in jus after 3 hrs, i.e, i checked them last at 8pm .........that means within span of just 3 hrs my dashboard had 62 unread posts for me....and i think m close to following some 250 blogs...since it is the limit on the no u can follow..... and now when i got up in the morning at 5..as usual i always sit online whenever it is possible for me for some 20 mins and then from 5.30 on i'l sit to study....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;today it wasn't the case...i thought i will start of with the gre word lists ... which m very poor in memorizing....and then thought will come ol ..check the dashboard and then again sit and study.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;when i signed to my blogger very strangely and to my utmost surprise i found that there isn't even a single new post from any of the followers.... it was extremely eerie for me....it has never happened before....whenever i check in my dashboards , i always find atleast 5-10 new posts to read... but today, there isn't a new post from last night 1 am... this is utterly different that's happening.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;where are all the best bloggers of the universe???? where r u all... y dint anyone scribble anything from last night.... dont do this..pls...this makes me feel lame...and handicapped ...... such addicted m i to this blogger-o-mania......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey u all friends out there.. c'mon write something.... m getting bugged ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that's it.......... bye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. - me getting up at 5 isn't strange.. so dont argue... actually it isn't strange now.. might have been a month earlier...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/strangest-thing-happensunexpectedlybut.html' title='strangest thing happens..unexpectedly...but HOW??'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sr7uwnxmXqI/AAAAAAAACS8/6JbRpXd51HY/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-3658339492609617365</id><published>2009-09-25T19:31:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:31:05.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>so i have been awarded....my first blog award....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;undoubtedly...m on cloud nine....now i think i can jump from a cliff and go straight diving into the cold waters and then hunt in the wild....like edward cullen.... awesome...m feeling so much on a high...as if m on drugs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the person who's responsible for this happiness of mine is &lt;a href="http://musingsofamaiden.blogspot.com/"&gt;samadrita&lt;/a&gt;....isn't it an honour to be awarded by that brilliant writer... OMG ... for once again i cant believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like all other awards it too comes with some rules set by the distributor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is known as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Samadrita's Special Blog Awards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.)You have to display the award in your sidebar mentioning who you got it from with a link to his/her blog....well in this case my link (well wouldn't you say I deserve a li'l  gratitude? :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.)You can keep this award only to yourself or pass this on to more deserving bloggers of your choice.I leave the decision to you.(I'd say pass it on to others...spread the warmth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's ittttttt.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrzQwhPmvQI/AAAAAAAACSs/_tYayOiMPsA/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrzQwhPmvQI/AAAAAAAACSs/_tYayOiMPsA/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385408786404392194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its the perfect time that i can pass it on to the best people whom i'm friends with on through blogging and also friends who re blogging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG&lt;br /&gt;vishnu&lt;br /&gt;soin&lt;br /&gt;rajesh&lt;br /&gt;neha&lt;br /&gt;happy-birdie&lt;br /&gt;yeshu&lt;br /&gt;hot-piece-of-sass&lt;br /&gt;kaka &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;my-poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of u for making my blogging a sense and specially to the "soin" who took me to blogging desks...thanks a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope all of u can give it to many as amny u can...adn let the chain continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m jus overwhelmed....i cant say anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-3658339492609617365?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/3658339492609617365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=3658339492609617365&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3658339492609617365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3658339492609617365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-have-been-awardedmy-first-blog.html' title='so i have been awarded....my first blog award....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrzQwhPmvQI/AAAAAAAACSs/_tYayOiMPsA/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-8234881941986876309</id><published>2009-09-24T19:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:13:31.717+05:30</updated><title type='text'>awesomeness of nature...and its beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic;" id="full-image-note"&gt;Tour of Suisse cycling race passing through St. Gotthard Pass, Switzerland ....  courtsey : BING ...........&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isnt it just looking mindblowing... what a lovely pic... just i was surfing and thought of using bing for a change from google.... and hence did i find it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic;" id="full-image-note"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Srt3YnocWdI/AAAAAAAACSk/GLn0I7I0uIA/s1600-h/bing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Srt3YnocWdI/AAAAAAAACSk/GLn0I7I0uIA/s400/bing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029044290738642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2604524661045867903-8234881941986876309?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/8234881941986876309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=8234881941986876309&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8234881941986876309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8234881941986876309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/awesomeness-of-natureand-its-beauty.html' title='awesomeness of nature...and its beauty'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Srt3YnocWdI/AAAAAAAACSk/GLn0I7I0uIA/s72-c/bing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-6937071471058162787</id><published>2009-09-24T14:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:57:27.611+05:30</updated><title type='text'>insanity... ???????? what's happppng... Damn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Srs519JPToI/AAAAAAAACSU/vijIikpqkUU/s1600-h/asdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Srs519JPToI/AAAAAAAACSU/vijIikpqkUU/s320/asdf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384961378560724610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what do i do....what do i do ?????????? i have nothing to do...or may be i've nothing to think of what to do.... or i'm just blank.....blank...serene with no thoughts.....seriously m having no thoughts..by now you might now that m not able to put my thoughts together.... i really miss a lot of people in ma life....m not a so much hard-rock-hearted guy like many....m soft-sober-emotional.....and many criticize me for not being strong emotionally....i, very easily get affected by the thoughts of people about me....esp for those whom i care like a hell...i anytime every time can be there for them....when they need me..when they dont need me....when they shout at me...i want to take it all from them....cuz from them i cant take silence....the eerie that they produce in my ears is jus so hurting...jus so unfair and unrealistic.....i really cant c people not talking to me who are my own....whom i say that are just mine....i dont like sharing them with anyone...may be i'm too possessive at times.... but i fear loosing people...cuz i've lost a real big major part of life....one whom i want back in this life....but its hard to get back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know life at times shows us an virtual-end-tunnel....dark-lonlines filled-air .... around us with no one near by...may its just the check of the supernatural (as i define god) for our deeds...and our craps that we take and make everyday.... so its like this.....like this...which i just cant define..or may be now i cant define it....its jus odd ... pretty shackling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that i have been not writing any poems for quite long..its so unusual self of mine....if not a complete meaningful one, but i atleast write a small stanza...something that comes to my fucking-mind.....but for the few past weeks i'm not even writing a word...and m completely being paralyzed away from some sense-blogging.... m not even properly reading my best-loved blogs..... and one of them is RANE-the solitarywriter..... where is that goddamn person.... no posts from that blog for long...or i missed  it.....m missing it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live in a house, that we 12 friends have rented for a year....its really like a festival daily....and now when the real festival is coming, many are leaving for home.. few left...few goin on sat.... i will be waiting for them to come back....cuz i love being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with them...jus amazing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been like this for so many times .... many times i feel so lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nely....and the worst part is i get over them so easily....seriously i get over depressions so very easily..... and m the best synonym for "frivolous"...i take things so lightly...like a feather...and its sometimes the worst....the worse that one can be in a state.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna end this post....i dont know how to end this post...cuz i dunno what i started with...what it means....so m jus putting a few lines that i wrote y'day...and one friend of mine liked it...and copied it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when ur feeling very lonely,&lt;br /&gt;jus take the love from ur heart....give it a name.....&lt;br /&gt;and then give her a hug....and caress her for eternity...&lt;br /&gt;just kiss her...and deeply love her.....&lt;br /&gt;cuz only she can make u feel comfy....no1 else can....&lt;br /&gt;love you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - this post is not meant to point at anyone....so kindly dont bother me by asking ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S - those who stood by this post till the end, i appreciate them....you are all feted.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-6937071471058162787?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/6937071471058162787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=6937071471058162787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6937071471058162787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6937071471058162787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/insanity.html' title='insanity... ???????? what&apos;s happppng... Damn....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Srs519JPToI/AAAAAAAACSU/vijIikpqkUU/s72-c/asdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-8091526070080501490</id><published>2009-09-21T23:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:16:57.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'>crumbled..jumbled..varieties...all in one room...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrfItLe_gdI/AAAAAAAACSM/hCHHIf4TPsE/s1600-h/jumble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrfItLe_gdI/AAAAAAAACSM/hCHHIf4TPsE/s320/jumble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383992558047166930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;few of my room mates today have been having some problem..cant say a problem exactly...but yeah all are not the very well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soin has mouth ulcer..poor he...who loves a lot of fast foods and nice spicy items..is suffering from two days.. hard to see that for him...and he must be really happy that he's goin home on wed...he really did miss home a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surya was great till morning....suddenly he got fever at noon...and from evening he's having dehydration....poor he...but still under such rough situations he's able to talk on phone...porambokku naayee....and then mama,juju,sisir took him to the "Dr.pandeys", where u can expect the worst treatment in raipur...seriously YES... raipur has such a pathetic medical facilities and  docs that they will refer u for a bloodtest if u are having headache..such useless idiots...and HIV test for having a simple fever...its goddamn better to spend that money goin home rather giving it to these people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thala went to bhilai today..dint tell anyone for what he's going..like always...we never know where he goes...what he does...and if we ask him he will simply say something..some reasons..that we cant argue...but really its fun to have him around...not cuz he's a jovial char..but the nikhil (aachayan) and bips make a lot mock of him...and seeing him annoyed is like the greatest pleasure for us.... :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuchi..now in simple i can only say he went to raghu's home to sleepover....NO NO NO....not like what u think..he jus went..felt asleep there as he was tired .. and slept off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after many days its really nice to see sisir getting some proper time for sleep...earlier and all he used to take tutions to some kalda...goddamn who cares...as if he cared...but he was a sincere teacher...morning 6-10 and then evening again from 7-11pm... isn't that horrible....a 21 aged guy taking tutions for a 19 aged girl.....the only obvious conclusion from this is that ..the girl must have looked so pathetic..so attu...so dumbo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then juju...from last 60 hrs or so...i think he dint even leave his laptop for piss/loo/food/sleep/or any natural phenomenon....until he finished(or may be abt to finish) "The Lost Symbol"..he just was glued to the screen..nd only time i saw him talking y'day was during manu , chel match... dai, he's height of madness..addicted to ebooks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela and sankili....no work....summa everytime they will be free..they will go and take a puff...and come backk...watch some movie....and sleep....enna pozhappu edhu ???? almost they smoke 2packs a day..or jus a lil lesser...but its seriously harmful...i hope they reduce it with time....sankili is really doin a lotta work at the home..cleaning the tank...and stuffs like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikhil and bipin as i already mentioned are the best entertainers and their prey is 'thalaaa' .. anytime they see thalaa, they will start making fun of him til he gets annoyed...bipin got really good score in y'day's SIM CAT .. both of them are really puttin great efforts...hope some of us..atleast one of us land in an IIM...over la...but yeah possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then of cuz the ME....what did i do whole day..nothing...completely jobless....wished a lotta school friends for EID...felt nice talking to them....and then saw "hangover" and "K2H2"...really how many times will i see this movie...one really gem of the SRK and kajol...awesome awesome movie....two movies bak-2-bak.... wow what a great prep for GRE...if i do this..thats it...m gone...but i did study today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it..m outta ideas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - nothing ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S -  most of us are having cold...and its sick.... waaahhhhh !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-8091526070080501490?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/8091526070080501490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=8091526070080501490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-4981080045433345815</id><published>2009-09-20T09:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:00:45.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOD died..we dint mourn..but wanted a holiday...filthy minds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;i know that i dint find a small caption for the post.. but i think it explains it all... m posting after a small break.. i needed this break.. cuz i was goin thro loads simultaneously... stuffs with friends...stuffs with unknown aliens (call them acquaintances) .... and then proff, those sick dumbass.... and the magnitude of flying time.... i felt like all of them got over me ..got over my nerves...and then i needed a few days off.. many of my good buddies stood by me... i did share nothing with them..but jus presence with me was a great booster ..... i cud heal a lot faster....a lot better .... and then when i was getting over with this i had a terribly tiring and heavy day y'day.. enuf enuf ... blah  blah !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrWv0P2iqEI/AAAAAAAACSE/2LkNdY8VsOQ/s1600-h/crap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrWv0P2iqEI/AAAAAAAACSE/2LkNdY8VsOQ/s320/crap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383402241734649922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days back, i think on Thursday our college MECH HOD passed away ... and we got the news at 10.30, and our 1st lecture had just began...post lecture we came to know all classes has been suspended, but to my sudden surprise i found my class still goin on and that too the HOD taking it.. bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now at 10.30 when i told my classmates that tripathi died.. people had mixed emotions....roughly (may be) jus 1 or 2 were sad for him... most of us expected a holiday,the day and the next...and many were happy that someone cud show the bloody boozers that this is their fate...saala is used to drink daily...and then we cant expect him to be alive.. liver failure..nice ah .... poor ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part was that we  were happy...cuz we expected a holiday...now that's bullshit and "fucking disgrace"...that we thought so...i cant explain ..rather no one can..but the first thought of his death that we had was a holiday.. a bloody day off....i think i shud "ahhh chalo, finally a day off"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i realized that it was a corrupted thought...a thought tat was not expected of me...or in that sense of no one...but that is the natural self..thats how we think..not only me..but all of us thought...that we need a holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tell me is that a crime...?? that is a crime??? is that hell crap ??what do i say..i feel so disgusted of maself...tell me what to do.. tell me what u may all have felt ?? wt reactions ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways quite a long post may be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m off to books...gre....byeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey tripathi...RIP...thats all i have for u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-4981080045433345815?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/4981080045433345815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=4981080045433345815&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/4981080045433345815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/4981080045433345815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/hod-diedwe-dint-mournbut-wanted.html' title='HOD died..we dint mourn..but wanted a holiday...filthy minds...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrWv0P2iqEI/AAAAAAAACSE/2LkNdY8VsOQ/s72-c/crap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-6722054499609970542</id><published>2009-09-17T08:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:50:04.001+05:30</updated><title type='text'>clueless ... !!!!!!!11 ... get me some freetime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrGqZWtoodI/AAAAAAAACRk/t70KK-IYqxk/s1600-h/clueless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrGqZWtoodI/AAAAAAAACRk/t70KK-IYqxk/s320/clueless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382270382254891474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to write ... i have so many things that i'm planning to blog upon... some 5-6 topics.. that i have thought of.. but i just dont find the time or the patience so sit and blog.. suddenly this is happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually check all blogs daily...that i follow.. but now from past 3 days.. its really hectic for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m sure i'll be back with some nice and better posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great time call for great measures ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-6722054499609970542?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/6722054499609970542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=6722054499609970542&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6722054499609970542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6722054499609970542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/clueless-11-get-me-some-freetime.html' title='clueless ... !!!!!!!11 ... get me some freetime...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SrGqZWtoodI/AAAAAAAACRk/t70KK-IYqxk/s72-c/clueless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-2551041057365895082</id><published>2009-09-12T08:28:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:52:46.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sleeping ... is a medicine... of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;right now... its time for me to go to college... today my lecture starts from 8.30 and i'm in no mood to attend the opening lecture of the day... cuz that bastard sucks big time... knows nothing...or he knows everything but teaching.,.. n dont wanna blame him more and spoil my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey all lets start of with a fantastic morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqsT6pudAWI/AAAAAAAACRc/FoXvArklz4E/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqsT6pudAWI/AAAAAAAACRc/FoXvArklz4E/s320/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380416078178222434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone ... every damn possible human creature living with me here is asleep... deep asleep.... and i could clearly see the contempt in their closed eyelids.... behind them are the aura of life that we all go through in our sleeps.... the aura that lets us forget every thing that we went thro the day....let it be a bad  day or an excellent day that passed off.... we jus shrug off these load from our minds and drive into the valley of peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping is a medicine for all of us... its the best thing that keeps us ticking...the best thing that keeps us alive.... the time for which we sleep, are the moments when our heart and mind take the least bothered and the least tense times.... we find ultimate solitude while sleeping....the ultimate soberness that we gain in our sleep is just behind our thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep sleeps cure us of anything that we are goin through.....it may be anything.....sleep can cure even the worst of the diseases....cuz as i think its the ultimate peace of mind that matters for a healthy living....and what else do we want than taat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking to the other showers of sleep i wish to explain the "love" part... love even when u sleep....history says that true love is realized when ur deep asleep.. cuz they are the only times when the heart finds time to think and put thoughts on wts happening...heart needs a rest time...and sleeping is the best working hours of the "dil".... it thinks of everything.... and gives it a visual try on the brain... that what we know as dreams... what dreams are (or) how medics define it is that it is the remains of our past day that comes to our thought... but i think its the work of the heart thats been visualized that time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping is an art..really m saying this... cuz many people cant sleep when put under stress...and thats when we need to understand that the stress can wear out only by sleep...peace to the mind is the peace to the body....those who cant sleep...or those who are insomniacs are forgetting a thing that ..unless until they take an effort to sleep...it wont help itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more the sleep, the more brisk are we to start of the new day...an effortless and sound sleep does the trick for many of us for the next successful day.....its the foundation of the new start... it keeps us alive and on natural run.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have had enuf blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-2551041057365895082?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/2551041057365895082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=2551041057365895082&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2551041057365895082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2551041057365895082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleeping-is-medicine-of-life.html' title='sleeping ... is a medicine... of life'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqsT6pudAWI/AAAAAAAACRc/FoXvArklz4E/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-858552033861820246</id><published>2009-09-10T01:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:27:10.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the game of cards....gamble or trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqgQx3ejpdI/AAAAAAAACRU/McD7-hP6eRA/s1600-h/cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqgQx3ejpdI/AAAAAAAACRU/McD7-hP6eRA/s320/cards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379568203785807314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2.00 am : technically speaking i should be deep in my sleep .. but today theres something thts not letting me sleep.... may be the tale of my roomie..... the tale of what he told about trust.. and the&lt;/span&gt;experiences with it... it really takes a long tail to believe and trust someone from your heart... cuz a trust once kept on someone stands till eternity or till the other person doesn't ditch u out..... it hurts really if someone breaks ur trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad always quoted "we can cheat anyone in terms of money or for wealth...it will come back in some time ... but cheating someone in trust is unforgivable.... it just cant be relaxed upon".. and he always taught me of that... i dunno how much successful have been in his shoes...but i just know that its a real pain...  a pain that wont leave u till u die...its an essence of hopes and love..... love is made of trust...trust in made of affection.....affection comes from heart...and heart lives the soul.....and once the trust is broken..the soul is ruptured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know these are some big hypothetical words that m using.. but m sure everyone who has ever had a trust broken,even for the least of the things wont ever be forgotten....those lines of thoughts which a person is subjected to when he/she is being broken of his/her trust reminds him of his/her mistake for a lifetime...a mistake of trusting someone...a mistake of keeping our hopes alive on someone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to me ...there can be only two things in this world that we can  be done unconditionally.... one is love and other is trust....which is a synonym of love...they cant exist alone.....trust has exist for love to exist and vice-versa....they are two parallel roads of the same lane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust is a gamble.....trust is a game that each one of us have to play in order to survive...and each one of have to pass in order to revive.....cuz its the test of the biggest and the highest points at stake, the heart...the love...and i think i can aptly compare it with the game of cards....the game of gamble which we have to take in order to survive in the game....and our one wrong choice or guess may spoil our whole game and teh series of games to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine this trust and gamble as a child baby which is been thrown in air ..... it trusts that the person will catch it back...or else it'll die... this is known as an unconditional trust..... a trust without an option....and imagine if that trust is broken, the child looses its life.... and dead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what in real life also trust can do to people...enormous trust on someone can sail us a thro a boat and otherwise a broken trust can sink us forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i advice each of the reader of this post to think thousands before you trust anyone.... and once trusted, then trust from heart....and then dont ever re-think again of taking ur trust off them.... cuz it'll kill the both ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its too late n i shud wrap on bed.... too late really... may be i was still awake for the sake of this write....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love writing...love scribbling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- please dont break anyone's trust.... please .. its a request... thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-858552033861820246?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/858552033861820246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=858552033861820246&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/858552033861820246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/858552033861820246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/game-of-cardsgamble-or-trust.html' title='the game of cards....gamble or trust'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqgQx3ejpdI/AAAAAAAACRU/McD7-hP6eRA/s72-c/cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-5654308915125884714</id><published>2009-09-09T20:09:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:36:49.135+05:30</updated><title type='text'>yippeee... i am tagged !!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its been for a long time that i have been seeing blogs where people are getting tags and i always wondered what these are all about... just this inquisitiveness was ended by kaka when he tagged me &lt;a href="http://kakabelongstojesus.blogspot.com/2009/09/tag-time.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.... thanks a lot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag is to take a day of your life and tag the products u use that day...tag all that u can .. that u come across it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the start ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my social networking that i first came across .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_DO4XHqI/AAAAAAAACP0/-91HPSeMjEs/s1600-h/9660-entertainment-orkut-login-or-homepage-orkutcom-scrap-india-brazil-orkutbr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_DO4XHqI/AAAAAAAACP0/-91HPSeMjEs/s200/9660-entertainment-orkut-login-or-homepage-orkutcom-scrap-india-brazil-orkutbr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478342172352162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my deo brand :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_DpPXmsI/AAAAAAAACP8/n6VDPH7GplY/s1600-h/axe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_DpPXmsI/AAAAAAAACP8/n6VDPH7GplY/s200/axe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478349248174786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new addiction :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_EOgtC9I/AAAAAAAACQE/GtbSy3qYOL8/s1600-h/blogger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 76px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_EOgtC9I/AAAAAAAACQE/GtbSy3qYOL8/s200/blogger.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478359252995026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lapi that i use ... it's my roomies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_Eo88DNI/AAAAAAAACQM/LJXYp9ieEIM/s1600-h/dell-logo-online-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_Eo88DNI/AAAAAAAACQM/LJXYp9ieEIM/s200/dell-logo-online-new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478366350740690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my favorite network :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_EwLevMI/AAAAAAAACQU/ajVFhGlYbGg/s1600-h/facebook_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 48px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_EwLevMI/AAAAAAAACQU/ajVFhGlYbGg/s200/facebook_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478368290782402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my good morning starts with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_areZk5I/AAAAAAAACQc/ILYD2lpd0mM/s1600-h/gmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 57px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_areZk5I/AAAAAAAACQc/ILYD2lpd0mM/s200/gmail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478744985080722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best jeans is from here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_bng-OCI/AAAAAAAACQs/Lvv5dzhNE7k/s1600-h/hrithik_dotjeans01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 84px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_bng-OCI/AAAAAAAACQs/Lvv5dzhNE7k/s200/hrithik_dotjeans01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478761101998114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weekly hangouts with friends :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_b0qyHLI/AAAAAAAACQ0/L48gSWLYO6E/s1600-h/Inox_logo_120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_b0qyHLI/AAAAAAAACQ0/L48gSWLYO6E/s200/Inox_logo_120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379478764632808626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how can i forget my financial assistance :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_tkoJpDI/AAAAAAAACRM/Rptg5On55t4/s1600-h/SBI-logo.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_tkoJpDI/AAAAAAAACRM/Rptg5On55t4/s200/SBI-logo.JPEG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379479069564445746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my best tool to communicate :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_tBVJziI/AAAAAAAACRE/kLEX7HpfcbI/s1600-h/nokia_logo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 89px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_tBVJziI/AAAAAAAACRE/kLEX7HpfcbI/s200/nokia_logo11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379479060089523746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many more that i jus m so lazy to mention them too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i pass on this tag to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moments-i-will-cherish.blogspot.com/"&gt;girl next door&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://under---wraps.blogspot.com/"&gt;D &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cogitationanddiscourse.blogspot.com/"&gt;mynameisjane&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://soulofawoman-rane.blogspot.com/"&gt;soul of a woman&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://poojamahimkar.blogspot.com/"&gt;justmythoughts&lt;/a&gt; ,  &lt;a href="http://deepikagupta1987.blogspot.com/"&gt;lifeisbeautiful&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/"&gt;maverick-misfit&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://mystish.blogspot.com/"&gt;mea-culpa&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://loveuteddo.blogspot.com/"&gt;obsessions &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sneha-shrivastava.blogspot.com/"&gt;sneha&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;solitary-writer&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://dreeemzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;nikita&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pass it to all whomsoever can pick it up... just fun.. enjoy u all .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://melodiouscreativity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div jstcache="65" jsselect="person"&gt;&lt;a href="profile/10960554656866718023" jstcache="69" jsdisplay="externalProfileUrl" jsvalues="href:externalProfileUrl" target="_blank"&gt;           &lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span style="display: none;" jstcache="70" jsdisplay="!externalProfileUrl || typeof(externalProfileUrl)==undefined"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div jstcache="0" style="padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;           &lt;div style="display: none;" jstcache="71" jsdisplay="typeof(isFriend) != 'undefined' &amp;amp;&amp;amp; !isFriend &amp;amp;&amp;amp; typeof(isInvited) == 'undefined'"&gt;             &lt;a jstcache="79" href="javascript:void(0);" jsselect="person" jsvalues="$h:handle(this,'goToInviteFriend');.className:(isCanvasMode() ? 'fc-default-link fc-default-link-canvas' : 'fc-default-link')"&gt;               &lt;img jstcache="0" class="fc-plus-pic" src="http://www.google.com/friendconnect/scs/images/plus.gif" /&gt;               &lt;span jstcache="82" jscontent="MSG_ADD_AS_FRIEND"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/a&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="display: none;" jstcache="72" jscontent="MSG_IS_INVITED" jsdisplay="typeof(isInvited) != 'undefined' &amp;amp;&amp;amp; isInvited"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div style="display: none;" jstcache="73" jscontent="MSG_IS_FRIEND" jsdisplay="isFriend"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-5654308915125884714?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/5654308915125884714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=5654308915125884714&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5654308915125884714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5654308915125884714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/yippeee-i-am-tagged-1.html' title='yippeee... i am tagged !!!1'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqe_DO4XHqI/AAAAAAAACP0/-91HPSeMjEs/s72-c/9660-entertainment-orkut-login-or-homepage-orkutcom-scrap-india-brazil-orkutbr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-5563028520033173954</id><published>2009-09-09T00:46:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:33:53.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>perception of mind...thats what best affects...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqaytjB6VVI/AAAAAAAACPk/yasDMYbsrKU/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqaytjB6VVI/AAAAAAAACPk/yasDMYbsrKU/s320/a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379183300507751762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;i have been reading a loads of blogs now and then .. and i have been really great to find some excellent blogs and blogging competitions... people are so fluent in the way they write....and so dextrous and apt in the way they want to convince their points... m really shocked at times to see people of such caliber.. adn now that i rally feel y did i miss blogging for a long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really shud have been doing this from a long time back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways what i wanted to tell in this blog is that about perception of mind...the way in which you really think ...the way thaat matters... i say and very strongly approve the fact that one mind and its perception are their best and their worst too.... its this perception of our mind that makes us see things ... if it says to see a particular event as good, we see it as good and otherswise as bad...this whole concept of perception drives us thro our lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really need to know that how we think of things....how we receive things...how we look at things...and this matters a lot....a lot cuz it affects our decisions...it affects our sight at things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कहते हैं की अगर हम चीज़ों कों देखने का ढंग बदलें तो चीज़ें हमारे लिए बदल जाती हैं। हमारा दृष्टता ही हमारी कमजोरी है...और वही हमारी ताकत भी ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means that our strength and weakness of taking any event is dependent on the way we perceive it... every step and every decision has a positive and negative sides to it.... if we think we cant win..we wont ever win... but if we think we can, atleast we will be closer to victory....and this motivates us..it drives us to do better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our ability to do and not-to do anything is firstly based on our views on that thing....the way to see a thing, it looks like that to you...so u see benefit, u take benifit....u see anger, u get anger....u see love, u receive love... and likewise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you understood anything what i wrote..jus read this and tell me honestly what you read at the first sight.. pls be very honest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"godisnowhere"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is perception... think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - i got his whole idea of writing about perception from this post &lt;a href="http://www.bloggerchat.in/2009/09/07/perception-and-reality/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ..... i really liked this post by the author... and it was really well written.. kudos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow ended... phew !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqay2qAa6xI/AAAAAAAACPs/R1B-V2T0mSg/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sqay2qAa6xI/AAAAAAAACPs/R1B-V2T0mSg/s320/a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379183456999369490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-5563028520033173954?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/5563028520033173954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=5563028520033173954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5563028520033173954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5563028520033173954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/perception-of-mindthats-what-best.html' title='perception of mind...thats what best affects...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqaytjB6VVI/AAAAAAAACPk/yasDMYbsrKU/s72-c/a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-2279413875922908930</id><published>2009-09-07T00:50:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:32:03.135+05:30</updated><title type='text'>towel in the ears.... kichhi.. kichhi !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqQTyNhyutI/AAAAAAAACPA/YAO8zYoyQj8/s1600-h/towel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqQTyNhyutI/AAAAAAAACPA/YAO8zYoyQj8/s320/towel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378445608332999378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!!!!! oru paiyan  ... peru &lt;a href="http://rajeshjuju.blogspot.com/"&gt;JUJU.&lt;/a&gt;... manasaulla periya "dash ka dash" nu nanaippu..... sister brother father of..rather master of mokkais..... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everytime u talk to him u will surely end up scratching ur head off for his mokkais.... &lt;/span&gt;  "sorry to all who dont understand mokka...."...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lemme try...mokka means "chatna" in hindi and "poorjokes" in english ???... i know m not even close enuf to explain... but stil a try is a try.... !!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is an unlimited storage tank of mokkais....anytime anywhere he can put mokkai....rather everytime he can throw mokkai at u... mokkai is his speciality...his qualification...his religion.. his wife.. his life...his love....i mean even his pe**s .... every organ in his body is made of mokkai blood.... saavu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til now i've written nothin realted to the topic yet....and now lets get to it.... "towel in the ears...kichhi... kichhi.. !!!! " ... means simply screwing towel end into ur ears.... it irritates to hell... for some its a plesure..for me sure hell.... irritation maybe.... n this is what this guy juju is known for.. simply disturnig others with a wide smile.... with the least and nearest available weapons.. and usually its the towel .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be simply sitting n doing my work or something.... watching a match... with full concentration and then suddenly i get shocked and tremble at my seat... for a moment i feel like some earthworm or a spongeworm is playing and moving in the ears... it feels like some gudgudi....i hope janta can understand the former term.... some irritation seeps thro my ears and to my senses in fractions of seconds and m completely off my work.... and bloody he'll be standing behind giving a wide open smile.... as if nothing happended and enjoying everybit of others irritation and happy at other's expense.... seri edo onnu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part to it s that he does this daily wen m unaware and concious somewhere else...and still m not in adapt to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he does this to everyone...and everone gets irritated .... his prime goal of this childishhhh act...and he's so happy seeing us .... and its really great to have him smile...that childish smile.... worth millions...billions...trillons....more more...... correct there are some moments that money cant buy....and so is this JUJU... he's such an excellent person to be with....  nice charming guy... fun to hangout with.... loves FIFA....co-addict with &lt;a href="http://vishvaksaen.blogspot.com/"&gt;soin&lt;/a&gt;.....who is a music freakky...and foodmaniac..only if properly and cooked for his likes....very choosy with food....extremely talkative...alike me....we both can combinedly shout at bery high decibels..... and there with him is another music maniac...&lt;a href="http://vishnushady.blogspot.com/"&gt;kuchi...takkali&lt;/a&gt;....porambokku....eppo partha tunguvaan....vera pozhappe kadayadhu....kadala poda teriyadha naayieee.....evanlam enna tah kalyanam panni.... aiyo aiyo..!!!! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seri started off JUJU....till..kuchi.... may comedy characters are there in here with me.. my roomies.... wil describe rest next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-2279413875922908930?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/2279413875922908930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=2279413875922908930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2279413875922908930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2279413875922908930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/towel-in-ears-kichhi-kichhi.html' title='towel in the ears.... kichhi.. kichhi !!!'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqQTyNhyutI/AAAAAAAACPA/YAO8zYoyQj8/s72-c/towel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-2609507632073493323</id><published>2009-09-04T18:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:05:45.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dont u tell me girls stay a step above guys !!! DARE u dont...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqEXor7nx6I/AAAAAAAACOw/64CZRdlQGJM/s1600-h/boys.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqEXor7nx6I/AAAAAAAACOw/64CZRdlQGJM/s320/boys.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377605417812084642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;girls....girlss..........girlssssssssss......... oh goodness....my helll..... if anyone has any damn say that girls are better than boys and they reason it by stating atleast "girls dont abuse in public"...then hey u all go wash ur mind and thoughts in loo.... cuz this is &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nb8KVWsJpc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;are these girls or something else..... okay i dont say girls cant abuse ... but maa kasam ye kya hai... seedhe coll ke authorities ki maa - behan kar di inhone to... poor coll and poor lecturers... seriously cant believe this is a real video...i mean kya mazaak hai yaar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;anyways what i wanted to say is that...i already put up in an earlier post that if u really wanna compete with the guys don take these ways where you lose your actuality...lose your command and other's faith in you.... what are you girls really upto i dunno.... but this is really not what is expected of you... i dont mean you stand up to each other guy's expectation and do it their way...obviously you have the right to keep your freedom to urself and also decide your lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but what you do does affect your parents.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;my post does never incur to the fact that guys can do this, this abusing in public, this smoking and boozing and drugs in public....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but whatever is the truth, this is not many may expect girls to be like....like these....one girl does this or a few girls do these and all the girls are blamed for this... jus cuz a few girls do prostitution we blame a society for this...isn't this a crime wt v r doin??? ofvourse it is....... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i seriously feel that the women of today are losing their image in front of men ... they themselves are giving up what they have established in the eyes of others as "good people" .... girls of today as i've been telling are really on verge of a slip-up if they dont put their senses to use... this thing of trying to copy the western culture is jus spoiling us....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. - all those who dint understand the post..please dont blame... try to figure it to ur sense&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.S - and yeah... this doesnt mean i support guys for such actions either....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-2609507632073493323?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/2609507632073493323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=2609507632073493323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2609507632073493323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2609507632073493323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-u-tell-me-girls-stay-step-above.html' title='dont u tell me girls stay a step above guys !!! DARE u dont...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SqEXor7nx6I/AAAAAAAACOw/64CZRdlQGJM/s72-c/boys.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-3436241934475536049</id><published>2009-08-31T19:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:18:32.019+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fifty five... V2........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpvUksSGfAI/AAAAAAAACOo/zErxL1oSb_Q/s1600-h/butterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpvUksSGfAI/AAAAAAAACOo/zErxL1oSb_Q/s320/butterflies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376124307024280578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am afraid of myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am afraid of losing you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fear that this fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is also burning you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shall we set for the voyage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the water and the darks??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We shall survive together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Away from the marks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We will protect our love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unconditionally forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the couple butterfly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escaped from the fire......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-3436241934475536049?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/3436241934475536049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=3436241934475536049&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3436241934475536049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3436241934475536049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/fifty-five-v2.html' title='fifty five... V2........'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpvUksSGfAI/AAAAAAAACOo/zErxL1oSb_Q/s72-c/butterflies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-8682309973089579403</id><published>2009-08-30T14:06:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:35:14.785+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kick The Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in this blog m neglecting the whole bi-sexuals....sorry..cuz this is mainly abt women and men...&lt;/span&gt;separately.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;====================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SppB82_EbiI/AAAAAAAACOY/CFo-Z_-QPaM/s1600-h/Dark-Skull-37262-83673.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SppB82_EbiI/AAAAAAAACOY/CFo-Z_-QPaM/s320/Dark-Skull-37262-83673.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375681619028110882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what the fuck are the women doing in this world...like like its hell men...women too...they are trying to shoulder the men and yeah yeah look at this ...hear what the &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/4941565.cms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toi&lt;/span&gt; says&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women are closing the gender gap...they are equalling the men in every field and bitches are trying to level us on the tobacco death cases also....so sweet haan....such a big competition the men face today with the women....if not in the fight of the engineering and the medical entrances its the fight for the tobacco consumption....bastards....now i cant exactly visualise wt are the indian women trying to do... look how funny it is ahh... ARRGHHHH !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls or say women compete with us saying that men are given more private liberty than them..that men are given more openings than them.....and so to stand with men the so call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;modern women&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitches &lt;/span&gt;take this constitutional right of women empowerment for smoking..boozing...oral nicotine....drugs...and worser sex addiction too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science says women have more sex instincts than men but men have less control over those instincts compared to women....and soo that the men crave for sex more than women...but XX if once ignited burn much brighter than men..meaning women are more exploited once fueled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years down the line this science wil en route to new theory stating that women and men have the equal addiction to sex..and fuck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt it sound so bullshit when the TOI reports this...cant all those women helping organisation or the "maitri mahila samiti" and the "women empowerment clubs" have a say to this...cant they come up and try to reduce this addiction... this fuck that women are going thru... people looked to INDIA as a country of pride and values...and we are the ones who lost it...rather threw it away...we are the ones responsible for our fall..both men and women...togeteher have led the nation thrash out...cuz what we are trying to do is not stand up to the western culture but hanging up on them for everything... we cant blame the west for the import of habits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women in india...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;savitri&lt;/span&gt;....as we called it earlier are no more...every other woman has sucked into the fashion trend and nudity...showing off ur orgasms is a status symbols for the indian ladies today....short thin blouse... contrasting brassiere....and what not....what not i ask...every damn thing..and the final blame comes on men that we tease them ... rape them ... and y wont the fuck such social dressing excite men..its a biological instinct within every men .. too every women infact...god made sexes to create  a generation....to create life...but not to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rape  &lt;/span&gt;or to fuck in public....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say that unless this whole cigerettes,booze,drugs is brought to an end..the nation wont ever try raising..govt has to take an action...take an immediate decision to end this...and women i special shud stop this...but that does never mean i license men to do all this...its a fault..its a disease..its an epidemic irrespective of sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one does it...shud wt we aim at....i cant uinderstand how can people kill themselves knowing its a call to suicide..its a call to hell...a call to mortality....y cant people stop this...y cant people truncate this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i strongly feel that the initiative has to be taken by women...mainly cuz they can bring in a revolution better...and men can join hands to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate anyone who quits smoking..boozing..drug..atleast after this blog...thanks in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;c'mon guys and girls...we need to stand united...for a cause...for the betterment of the nation...the betterment of all..its we who can do this...and if this ignites from the youth...it can surely curb at the oldies too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SppCOvNNP1I/AAAAAAAACOg/zLM702Ip_x8/s1600-h/smokingKills14000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SppCOvNNP1I/AAAAAAAACOg/zLM702Ip_x8/s320/smokingKills14000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375681926177570642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiMbA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-8682309973089579403?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/8682309973089579403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=8682309973089579403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8682309973089579403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8682309973089579403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/kick-habit.html' title='Kick The Habit'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SppB82_EbiI/AAAAAAAACOY/CFo-Z_-QPaM/s72-c/Dark-Skull-37262-83673.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-6338750720351643483</id><published>2009-08-28T22:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:53:03.242+05:30</updated><title type='text'>reverence for the super-NATURAL....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpgSTLdAtYI/AAAAAAAACOQ/IZb7IPg15rw/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpgSTLdAtYI/AAAAAAAACOQ/IZb7IPg15rw/s320/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375066275967972738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;day in day out.....every call from them...every call from the two persons who hold high above anything and everything i have ever known in my life throws a string of clutch thro me..... yeah correct m referring to my parents.... they have been the best support for my life til date though i have never been an inch closer to them in terms of sharing and discussing things related to me...atleast not personal if at all anything professional.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been trying to accept so many things that they have told me....try to atleast nod the damn head of mine and make them feel happy... but sometimes it crosses the epitome of my nerves....specially when it comes to GOD...the true power of the earth as i assume it.. or may be as i believe in it ..... wts GOD for me is a belief that i have inmy soul.... i dont consult with anyone if or but of GOD.... and so i dont like to advice anyone to pray or be an atheist... but belief in god is something i think is prime for the survival....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now also i dont say it to be accepted by everyone.. its jus a self thought....fine fine... m getting off topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i was trying to say is that at times my parents force me to go to temples at the time of some occassion (say) ganesh puja as now.... and they really pester me with this compulsion like its a good thing..i cant oppose them n stand and say NO... i dont like defending my parents by offending them that hurts their heart and me too... but on the other hand, i dislike anything thats made to do of me without my interest... and so comes the barrier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what m i supposed to do in such situ..what m i supposed to think...as for as my mind says i dont like visiting the temple..atleast not on compulsion...but the heart thinks entirely a different planet of thoughts....cuz as i said i dont like offending them...and in reality what i really end up doin is not visiting the temple....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this whole epiphany times are hard on mee......i try and do some rituals at these festival times.....i do prayers when the heart feels to do so...when it comforts me, my soul...its really marvell feel when m extricated from these forced orders......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i would say that m no atheist..i believe in god.. i trust in HIM and cuz his plans too...i believe his text of each one's life....but then does it mean he only hears us when we stand in front of him and join hands or kneel down or maybe make a hooly cross....does this really the only source of worship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then where does those theories come from which say that god resides in us....HE is everywher...HE's omnipresent... if thats the true sense of HIS existance then cant we stay home and pray to HIM....i visit temples at seldom intervals....at times when i need peace .. when i really need some time off everyone...even the past...every darn thing that has occupied me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say that god is everywhere.. and its upto the interest of ppl to worship or not...its personal to do what they like...but m confused with this whole parents and suggestion thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any suggestion on how to deal with it without disrespecting the parents....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpgR_QDNtqI/AAAAAAAACOI/AHZlQJpZtMI/s1600-h/g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpgR_QDNtqI/AAAAAAAACOI/AHZlQJpZtMI/s320/g2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375065933604566690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-6338750720351643483?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/6338750720351643483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=6338750720351643483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6338750720351643483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6338750720351643483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/reverence-for-super-natural.html' title='reverence for the super-NATURAL....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpgSTLdAtYI/AAAAAAAACOQ/IZb7IPg15rw/s72-c/g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-3963213365259095988</id><published>2009-08-27T17:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:20:31.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>either m jobless or i dont know how to utilise time !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpZ_2r0KfUI/AAAAAAAACN4/u9xeg0wIwu8/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpZ_2r0KfUI/AAAAAAAACN4/u9xeg0wIwu8/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374623782764444994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have been thro' lots in these days that m not able to sit and blog.... mama's birthday was pretty cool and fun....god damn can anyone imagine that we spent 4800 bucks y'day .... thala gethu saved us....what a hell of a dine it was... urban tadka rocked.. it was really an awesome dining experience with excellent menus and still brilliant serving and speed...wonderful...also to end off the day it was slightly drizzling when we left from the restaurant ... loves it.... and then the autorickshaw ride finally.... lovely...me,juju,kuchi,raghu.... enjoyed from the back of the vehicle...we sat facing the road in the reverse....and it was a really superb treat from mama.....then finally reached home to find the "ela" sitting with bruised leg....he hit over a road junction and got hurt when he fell off the bike.....but this sankili sundar escaped for the 2nd time in 7days....semma luck da avanukku....and then finally these ppl boozed end the night and had fun drinking which i hate like anything... i don hate who booze.. but somehow i have this hatred for drinks....its jus my personal opinion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpZ_85mSIzI/AAAAAAAACOA/PTxDrVtd8WQ/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpZ_85mSIzI/AAAAAAAACOA/PTxDrVtd8WQ/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374623889543537458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TPO::&lt;/span&gt; the whole tpo work and all are really getting to  my nerves and then the response from the companies ... "u are in our list" , "we will confirm our visit later"... blah blah.. i hate it too much.,..... what the hell do these HRs think of themselves i dunno.... damn they cant reply properly that if they are interested or not..ans we are the ones who suffer not even the class mates... tehy can have a simple question "yaar, tum log kaam nahi kar rahe ho..kisi ko bulao..." the hell with these people.... these bloody idiots cant speak a proper communicable english and a proper GD but they can easily come up and blame others for it.... as if they are masters of their field... and some guys just have no job and will come and torture for the arrival of companies.... arey f**k them dogs... are we jobless or are we doin a assistant's job to report to them.. we work so much that we ourselves are worried and mad at the response of companies for their neglecting attitude .... and over and above these the classmates... and i swear i willo kill those ppl who spread rumours .. and that also so pathetic that the ppl agree it.... wtf man... ppl think we are slaves and are responsible for the non availabilty of companies.... i challenge such bastards to come up and do the work and get a company for campus.. n i say no one wil stick a day with attending classes parallelly... seriously man y the hell m i responsible if a comany is not goin for campus.... m seriously fed up with such people... on the other hand who even though not being a part of the tpo try and bring in their personal contacts for the welfare of the college.. hats off to them.... i really admire those people who selflessly help for the public....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the thing is that neither m i enjoying the tpo too  much now like the past nor m i properly putting my concentrated efforts to my masters... nor their seems to be any job oppurtunities ahead... i dunno wt is gonna happen to me.... wait n watch is what i belive in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-3963213365259095988?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/3963213365259095988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=3963213365259095988&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3963213365259095988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3963213365259095988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/either-m-jobless-or-i-dont-know-how-to.html' title='either m jobless or i dont know how to utilise time !!!!'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpZ_2r0KfUI/AAAAAAAACN4/u9xeg0wIwu8/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-4327494734235769629</id><published>2009-08-23T23:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:59:55.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>vinayakane....troubleshhoter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpGJkRzkWGI/AAAAAAAACNw/4Di-R5ktvOY/s1600-h/sss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpGJkRzkWGI/AAAAAAAACNw/4Di-R5ktvOY/s320/sss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373227086777702498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;dint bath today... worst it was... i was really so bad n pathetic that on such an auspicious day on vinayaka chaturthi i dint bath at all... to exactly start off the day started at 1pm for me... cuz thats wen i woke up...so late i know...cuz i slpet at 6.20am only....we had finished playing the nchasse event, the online puzzle hunt championship...and did manage to grab the top spots also...was nice... then suddenly soin mandaiyya...felt like having kozhakattai...n went n got raw materials... n den i also realised that we can cook something today....at home and all i'll get up early have puja n get a new idol of the lord ganesh and day moves on so smooth... but contrastingly here it was the versa..vice....so planned to make sundal....trust me we did them well...not so inch perfect as mom but for our standards it was jus below okay....but sundal was really nice....eithr its a easy one to do....dint visit any temple ... not even the nearest ones... i rally feel pissed off at this act of mine.....&lt;br /&gt;then the day carrie don with "boys" at KTv...enjoyed it...by the evening...chelsea match...played well n got three useful points...but accepted wasn't much interesting...then again we cooked for the night...the leftovers of the noon rice was fried...courtsey me,mama,ela... all did well...esp. the small sized mama did all the chopping n cutting work... ahd a pretty nice dinner... day ends off like this... but very unfortunately n so lately i realise that i got machine test tomoro...n i gotta study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- who said guys cant cook...try ours..a combo of me,juju n soin....really really delicious....wen at form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s- photo coursey soin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-4327494734235769629?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/4327494734235769629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=4327494734235769629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/4327494734235769629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/4327494734235769629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/vinayakanetroubleshhoter.html' title='vinayakane....troubleshhoter...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpGJkRzkWGI/AAAAAAAACNw/4Di-R5ktvOY/s72-c/sss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-810253116326346123</id><published>2009-08-22T21:57:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:01:35.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE....or love??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpAhjTQTOGI/AAAAAAAACNk/Zx0LUtvTre4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpAhjTQTOGI/AAAAAAAACNk/Zx0LUtvTre4/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372831245800781922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Once one of my friend..a girl told me… there is nothing called true love and its all about understanding and care… and if these two things are there you can spend your life with anyone… Well…. i completely disagree with this statement....though it’s just a personal opinion…i don wish to justify the statement...although i can.... but I know one thing very truly…. life is not so simple and obvious now a days like it was in the past…. When people knew that they will fall in love after marriage and live their life mirthfully…. Now things are largely different and people are  complex and complicated and so are their lives .... so much that people just dunno what  to do when to do how to do..… in the present times you can’t ever take it for granted that the person will accept all your complexities and crap shit…. And here that people realize the real inheart value of love (of course m not talking about friendly, brotherly or motherly love or the divine love here :P)… Because when you are in love you know you’ll do it and will win every situation… It makes life different and nothing seems difficult :D :D.... love is such a thing when nothing seems there does never exist a question of corrects and incorrects....everything sseems a bliss...atleast at the start... people who love can never estimate their love nor can they weigh...coz its so light...so air... so everything...so beautiful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;there is one more thing or a saying in love "once you loved a person, it becomes negligibly possible to be logical about them anymore...."  ... and love is so irrational (not in color or caste,... i mean in terms of affection and trust) that , the more you loved someone , the less sense anything made.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;this post is a tribute to the love of the souls of true love... love u ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-810253116326346123?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/810253116326346123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=810253116326346123&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/810253116326346123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/810253116326346123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/loveor-love.html' title='LOVE....or love??'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SpAhjTQTOGI/AAAAAAAACNk/Zx0LUtvTre4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-4938144090463189392</id><published>2009-08-15T01:49:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:15:42.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'>future.... BEST  ....present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoXLJpk695I/AAAAAAAACNc/MURDY-HG2e0/s1600-h/past-present-future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoXLJpk695I/AAAAAAAACNc/MURDY-HG2e0/s320/past-present-future.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369921497349158802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my one very old poem...written by me....my personal favorites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I shouted 'hey my dear '&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went away and nowhere near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I reached for her, but it was late&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later i realized, may be that's fate.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still feel her within myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Her hands holding mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice tuning my ears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her presence occupies my mind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an angel,she is my fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She took my heart, and also the beats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The moment she left, i cried and howled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life turned into a pure clean sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My heart cries,"I still love U"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wish she could hear my soul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind says forget her and carry ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But the past moments still occupy the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hey my sweets come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I live for you, I die for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I need you with me forever truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we will start everything newly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wish all this is not a dream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come true and i feel supreme.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment she's back, I will be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hey my beauty come soon, only then do i survive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-4938144090463189392?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/4938144090463189392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=4938144090463189392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/4938144090463189392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/4938144090463189392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/futureb-best-b-present.html' title='future.... BEST  ....present'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoXLJpk695I/AAAAAAAACNc/MURDY-HG2e0/s72-c/past-present-future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-5985456093434816568</id><published>2009-08-11T20:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:05:48.307+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit...Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoGMM7urPhI/AAAAAAAACNU/qQzWonYTVSg/s1600-h/11Sept.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoGMM7urPhI/AAAAAAAACNU/qQzWonYTVSg/s320/11Sept.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368726384622124562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one strange news that i same across n which i had never known ... whatt a comedy ..... On the day of attack on the USA , 11.sept as we better know it as...&lt;br /&gt;A husband who used to work at the 103rd floor of the WTC, had bluffed over her wife for months long was at his girl friend's house doin something...what ever i don wanna know....his mobile was switched off for long to avoid his wife's irritating voice....and suddenly when he switched it on the phone immediately rang...and it was his calls....he picked up the call n his wife screamed at him.."Are you OK? where are you"...the guy who was unaware of the attack and dint even watch it on the tv shouted back,"What do you mean? I'm in my office of course!"....and the wife was intelligent enuf to divorce the cheat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral - Guys if u ever cheat on ur wife, take specail care u keep ur mobile and ur TV on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-5985456093434816568?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/5985456093434816568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=5985456093434816568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5985456093434816568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5985456093434816568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/bullshit-husband-lolz.html' title='Bullshit...Husband'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoGMM7urPhI/AAAAAAAACNU/qQzWonYTVSg/s72-c/11Sept.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-6133338596230907390</id><published>2009-08-10T22:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:01:11.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>status message...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoBZCOQPezI/AAAAAAAACNE/EQGrKjYiIoc/s1600-h/ref1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoBZCOQPezI/AAAAAAAACNE/EQGrKjYiIoc/s320/ref1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368388650546461490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simply i was sitting with the lappy and was chit chatting with my friends on gmail...and then from nowhere i put up a status message....&lt;br /&gt;                   It was so unexpected from myself..that even i dint believe...jus a few lines for the someone...this someone whom i've been visualizing as a part of me....what eva...this is what i finally ended up with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" her eyes shone brighter than the sun's glow...&lt;br /&gt;she's too much mine cant leave her alone....&lt;br /&gt;held her under the rhythm of my beat....&lt;br /&gt;love thou through my eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;u really really sweet....  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-6133338596230907390?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/6133338596230907390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=6133338596230907390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6133338596230907390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/6133338596230907390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/status-message.html' title='status message...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoBZCOQPezI/AAAAAAAACNE/EQGrKjYiIoc/s72-c/ref1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-97102118628132981</id><published>2009-08-10T00:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:16:16.977+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fifty five - 55</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sn8nZiWHQhI/AAAAAAAACM8/2k8e9JKu9Go/s1600-h/medium_55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sn8nZiWHQhI/AAAAAAAACM8/2k8e9JKu9Go/s320/medium_55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368052600518689298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The very thought of losing her was driving me crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Did she ever cry, or was i the only one soaking in pain???&lt;br /&gt;Could this be the last time our eyes met each other's gaze...&lt;br /&gt;Virtually i believed, that i could be with her together till eternity....&lt;br /&gt;And once like never it sounded real beauty !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-97102118628132981?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/97102118628132981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=97102118628132981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/97102118628132981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/97102118628132981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/fifty-five-55.html' title='fifty five - 55'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sn8nZiWHQhI/AAAAAAAACM8/2k8e9JKu9Go/s72-c/medium_55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-12476435644104532</id><published>2009-08-09T21:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:09:15.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2nd half the key....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoBbCktFLhI/AAAAAAAACNM/sqadFn0aP5s/s1600-h/cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoBbCktFLhI/AAAAAAAACNM/sqadFn0aP5s/s320/cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368390855596256786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;an excellent performance from the blues in the 2nd half coming back form a very underperformed 1st half....italian's half time team talk did have an effect....very good goal by carvalho following an excellent move from lamps and malouu....... they really played with spirits up....nice work blues... but the brilliance of wayne cancels it at the tick of the time to go thro to the penalties....  to my biggest surprise lamps helped cech to start off with a saving penalty....then evra's blunder gifted us the first silverware of the season to start . Its a great motivation for the team and the new coach....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BLUES !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-12476435644104532?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/12476435644104532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=12476435644104532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/12476435644104532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/12476435644104532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-half-key.html' title='2nd half the key....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SoBbCktFLhI/AAAAAAAACNM/sqadFn0aP5s/s72-c/cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-2955667194051028367</id><published>2009-08-07T19:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:07:54.965+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ARMY...my piece of cake??? is it?? OH YES !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Snw68LhybbI/AAAAAAAACMs/aG_QE9PnGGg/s1600-h/army1.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Snw68LhybbI/AAAAAAAACMs/aG_QE9PnGGg/s320/army1.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367229661479857586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- "cant believe this happening to you...means wtf, ur applying for army...crazy or what...look at ur belly u fat guy..wont e1 b eligible..."&lt;br /&gt;                Now who on earth cares what people's comments on my wishes n likes...i seriously cant understand wen ppl give u advices n stuffs un-welcomed....bullshit all.....dirty filthy crap-holes...c'mon yaar, m not asking ur girl to sleep over !!! ....m just applying for army which has been my desire for long or u can lack of jobs...wt eva... !#!# .so jus keep ur shit mouth shut....&lt;br /&gt;                  Anyways the point is that m applying for army...dunno what suddenly came to my mind...n now i'm thinking of applying for indian air force and navy also....GOD damn...ughh...it's jus an adrenalin shoot that happened to me when i saw one of friend was filling in the form front of my eyes...so i tho8 y not give a shot...i know i've that extra muscles put up... but it's fair enuf man....lesc wt happens...when happens...i hope i do this in time....coz m such  a lazy dog... jus don imagine....&lt;br /&gt;                         N wt else...this whole tpo has been getting on my nerves from a past couple of days... ppl criticizing my brochure design...get lost... i can do what i think is best in me... we don have a damn good printer who can get a good copy of brochure printed...now for that i gotta roam whole day tomoro searching for a proper printer.....n damn the coll cant get this done by hiring some professional photographers n printers....uughhhh!!!!!.... now what...do i've a choice or what....stuck with it... i do enjoy working for the placements...its nice u know..better than many other experience...&lt;br /&gt;               m happy for one thing that, i've been allotted my final yr project under the HOD...supposedly the best of our dept.. a damn techie guy...extremely sound in knowledge....but no sound in voice...poor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;....still he's quite better than others...wil love working under him....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gethu machan.....&lt;/span&gt;finally sth worth here....i wanna learn n research a lot under him... hope i get the kind of help from him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;podum...unnum eduvum tonala....dooggggsss.....!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-2955667194051028367?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/2955667194051028367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=2955667194051028367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2955667194051028367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2955667194051028367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/armymy-piece-of-cake-is-it-oh-yes.html' title='ARMY...my piece of cake??? is it?? OH YES !!!'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Snw68LhybbI/AAAAAAAACMs/aG_QE9PnGGg/s72-c/army1.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-8982223659014982758</id><published>2009-08-05T23:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:25:43.931+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blood suckers...bitches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SnnHkoGjPhI/AAAAAAAACMc/LXvjflLr3X4/s1600-h/mosquito.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SnnHkoGjPhI/AAAAAAAACMc/LXvjflLr3X4/s320/mosquito.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366539863042768402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Flies will never be popular creatures, in spite or because of their omnipresence. An example of the fly's influence on our lives can be found in the etymologies of the word &lt;i&gt;mosquito...&lt;/i&gt;which can be traced back to &lt;i&gt;musca,&lt;/i&gt; the Latin word for fly.....Our abhorrence towards mosquitoes is mainly due to their disgusting blood sucking stinks....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitches...&lt;/span&gt;coz de r female having  a long proboscis to pierce the skin and suck the blood of humans and animals...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thevid***.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     and this new house is like the mating place of darn, those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blood suckers&lt;/span&gt;....its like we kill of some pile of them each evening till next morning...still they reproduce themselves double in no....and the worst part is the modern day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitches &lt;/span&gt;are even equipped with "mortien-resistant" skin..kyunki, this mortien coil or liquid or both has no hold on these....&lt;br /&gt;     all nights its been nearly sleepless...sleeping at 4am..doin nothing...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even this very moment soin is shouting "otha bitch kosu" ... &lt;/span&gt;poor him, we all......&lt;br /&gt;    we need a saviour for us to ess from these...cant even use the loo properly..courtsey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those blood suckers...&lt;/span&gt;cant even shit wid ease....&lt;br /&gt;   this very moment too i'm being constantly attacked by these breed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parpom...edavadu  vazhi seyyanumm....illa na magane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malaria daan.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-8982223659014982758?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/8982223659014982758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=8982223659014982758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8982223659014982758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/8982223659014982758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/blood-suckersbitches.html' title='blood suckers...bitches...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SnnHkoGjPhI/AAAAAAAACMc/LXvjflLr3X4/s72-c/mosquito.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-3287973937416309947</id><published>2009-08-05T22:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:57:18.414+05:30</updated><title type='text'>aum bhur buvah::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SnnAyX5rjXI/AAAAAAAACMU/9VJF9P-RWc4/s1600-h/godd.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SnnAyX5rjXI/AAAAAAAACMU/9VJF9P-RWc4/s320/godd.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366532402630593906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; The performance of Gayatri Japa serves as a preliminary rite for self purification, bestows on individuals Atma Shakti and protects them from the malefic effects of sins and expiation. Gayatri mantra is supercharged with power and as my grandparents used to say,been prescribed to mankind under Vedic sanctions.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;                 A fresh order of life begins to blossom for all persons from the moment of initiation into upanayana, the sacred thread (a) poonal ceremony. The most cardinal part of upanayana is Brahmaopadesa, which is initiation into uttering of the sacred Gayatri Mantra. Enriched with divine energy, Gayatri mantra serves as a faithful protector for all those who silently utter the mantra to themselves with sincerity. This mantra is a dynamic force and enjoins the brahmachari (bachelor), the grahasthas (house holder) and the vanaprastha (forest dweller), all to repeat this sanctified mantra at least 108 times a day....and i do it 108 times only on avani avattam...n hate myself for it...this divergence from rituals.... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;                 The Gayatri mantra, the most mighty of the Vedic mantras, is a prayer to the Sun god to alleviate one from all human sins, physical dissipation and to bestow knowledge, health and longevity. Gayatri is the mantra to be repeatedly recited in the morning before the Sun begins to rise, at noon when the Sun is in the apex and in the evening as the Sun sets, three times a day, what i've known as sandhyavardhanam....supposedly i neva do it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;           Even after knowing every good thing about all these i still don follow any of these...and its pathetic n bad.. i want to follow them somehow my laziness is the prime cause my non indulgence in them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;      any ways i believe in god n his powers...n trust him with his decisions of everyone's life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;sarvam shri krishnarpanam asthoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-3287973937416309947?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/3287973937416309947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=3287973937416309947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3287973937416309947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/3287973937416309947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/aum-bhur-buvah.html' title='aum bhur buvah::'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SnnAyX5rjXI/AAAAAAAACMU/9VJF9P-RWc4/s72-c/godd.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-2006997500538917224</id><published>2009-08-02T11:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:38:11.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'>friendship....relationship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SnUtOw_gvjI/AAAAAAAACMM/721OCM6xqxY/s1600-h/forever+friends+black+and+white+close+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SnUtOw_gvjI/AAAAAAAACMM/721OCM6xqxY/s320/forever+friends+black+and+white+close+up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365244262774521394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;y d hell do v celebrate a day like such....foreigners have der own way of celebrating such events....but v too follow them blindly....i don think der s any necessity of celebrating.... v can be a very good friend to someone which actually matters....jus coz today's a friendship day v wish every other aquaintance of ours n give them the greetings... but jus after may be a day or so when v meet them, v dont give a damn to wen the cross us on  a street.. is this wt a friendship is about... worthless... frenz don need a fixed calender date to have funn and wish each other...rather a true good friend can be der with u always...wen ever u need them...this is what it's all about...v don make buddies jus to wish them once in a year but also to walk along n shoulder them for life.....&lt;br /&gt;    m scribbling after such a long time...almost forgot that i even had a blog.. it feels good coming back n putting tho8s to paper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be posting a lot more very soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-for me my friends are always been very integral part of my life....i wish i get back them all from childhood til date..... missing u all my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-2006997500538917224?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/2006997500538917224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=2006997500538917224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2006997500538917224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2006997500538917224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendshiprelationship.html' title='friendship....relationship...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SnUtOw_gvjI/AAAAAAAACMM/721OCM6xqxY/s72-c/forever+friends+black+and+white+close+up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-5970766162222475890</id><published>2009-05-03T11:48:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:28:04.322+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rejuvenated.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sf0-TVF3ewI/AAAAAAAACMA/BEjo0rcHp3s/s1600-h/38587181_e7574ca62a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sf0-TVF3ewI/AAAAAAAACMA/BEjo0rcHp3s/s320/38587181_e7574ca62a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331486035676723970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after some 20 days m scripting down....quite long enuf....had exams n stuffs....had a very weird time this sem....especially the exams....some where excellent...n some where to the worst level possible....the max i cud mess up with ma paper was the psa....what to say....jus prior to day of paper it seems like i'e done quite a descent prep to score a handful enuf...but the 3 bloody hrs...change the entire scene...from handful enuf marks to begging to jus cross the threshold....i hate this time of mine...wen m at my best worst...it cant be worser any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;exams wer not the only things happening in ma life that time...eventhough i maxxed my exam prepn...ther wer somethings i cudnt avoid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;m goinn thro' a very amazing n crazy time....which i cant explain to myself...of whats happening...need someone to come n explain to  me..what actually is happening???....this particular part of mine can never be forgotten let it be +/- for me....things are happening to me....people are happening to me...everything is on the verge of a result...but it just lacks that last touch that m eagerly awaiting for...those words which m searching for that probably wil get me back into it....the heart sorta blacks out at times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i dont have answers to any that m goin thro'....n m also in no mood to expose to any1.....this air around me is seemingly driving me off the pitches...but i swear to myself...that i wil keep strong n find out what is this exactly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at times m very happy with the tick-tock of time...the one that keeps me on trak of the happening...but the next flash wen i hear which i shud'nt hav..then i go hard at myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i trust the fact that sometimes somethings shud'ne be heard of...its okay not to know sth...sometimes its very best if u can ignore something n someone......coz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;u cant accept that is hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  u cant deny what is fate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speak up at times buddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;else u'll cry that its too late.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-5970766162222475890?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/5970766162222475890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=5970766162222475890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5970766162222475890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5970766162222475890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/05/rejuvenated.html' title='Rejuvenated.....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sf0-TVF3ewI/AAAAAAAACMA/BEjo0rcHp3s/s72-c/38587181_e7574ca62a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-7432838091242664831</id><published>2009-04-12T08:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:26:24.068+05:30</updated><title type='text'>old memories.....they hit hardest.... v 1.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SeFgGxIzZ6I/AAAAAAAACL4/6fkv0AOUm60/s1600-h/highschool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SeFgGxIzZ6I/AAAAAAAACL4/6fkv0AOUm60/s320/highschool.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323641903914379170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;life had been pretty organised back then....the kinda one that i miss till now...the kinda life that had given me the best of the learning's....the life that taught me to be calm and take control of the decisions.....back then i used to manage things pretty smartly....it had never been like the haphazard way of living that i follow now.....back in those times i had known the value of time and finishing my things in the first place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;let us take an arbitrary day of school life n see how it unfolds itself into the dusk and dawn of the world.....the mornig always starts of with the regular prayer session...."the assembly" as we call it was headed by the leader (coz not the cheerleader...)....the person who commands the assembly....along with the "girl pupil leader" to his far right of the stage.....once the command has been given ... the prayer starts....i remember those days when i stand in the class rows and used to open my eys in the interim and flash here and there....some even used to stay bak in the classrooms and complete the assignments...and stuff.....but if caught the day starts and  ends in the worst severity.....a punishment that u'll happily accept....jus to leave the school and go bak home....which we hardly did....we skipped school and rather goin back home used to gossip out tere in lawns....was the best part of life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in case ur not caught doing any crap... u survive and  then the class starts with the attendadce that most matters in the schools....though less as compared to the colleges..... class starts off with a short, dark shaded, choclate perfumed,small neatly swept haired guy hoping to teach us maths....that guy i can neer forget in my lifetime....hated me like any other crap in the world...jsu becoz i was the best student at class....but not his follower...in his class i made record warnings and "sent offs"....and unlike the morning "sent offs" in which u can atlest leave the school, in this i've to stay back till the calss ends and also shud stand out the class till it ends....here the worstest of the humiliation arrives with the unhealthy fact that my juniors' class was right i front of our door...n they cud happily njoy their senior getting punished...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the class enda with me getting some visits to the principal office...which had been like a 2nd home for the no. of send offs of mine........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the rest of the classes in the day used to be rather pretty amazing...amusing at times.....the next best thing to be given the attention is the lunch break....actually the "breakfast break" since our break was at 10.30....it was the times whn actually we had the most of the unforgettble memories coming frm .... around 8-10 ppl eating from a single lunch box....not even leaving the girls apart...all having the breakfast together...this very coordination of the class...the feel of a family is something that m desperate to get back to....its comes at no cost....but comes from the memories of each other.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i don completely say that coll life sucks big time....no never !@!!!....but then the professionalism in people..that which everone ought to have...hurts at times....  and this is the main reason i  miss my school life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;finally the day ends of with some couple of sports classes ... the times when we used to play cricket...or usually used to husk along with girls...talking to them...discussing on any rotten topics....gossiping on the class masala....pulling each other's leg....teasing one another.....and expecting that class to go on endlessly to the end of time.....so that v cud just sit along and chat for times ahead to come....and then supporting each other....parenting ourselves on the decisions....only suddenly to hear the loud school ring...indicating the "time up" of the day....when it was actually only quarter to 2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;heading back home in cycles is the most enjoyable end to the day....20 cycles riding togeter front and back....making random patterns, shouting at each other...used to be like some festival noons....best of the happiness comes at the least of the prices....but are priceless.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;memories are what we live with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;schools best fits into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;days that are gone and old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;times that our heart forever wil hold......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;@ : salute to all those friends and schoolmates who have given me the perfect start to a wonderfull journey ahead called life...and for making those ever-remembered times....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-7432838091242664831?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/7432838091242664831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=7432838091242664831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7432838091242664831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/7432838091242664831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-memoriesthe-hit-hardest-v-12.html' title='old memories.....they hit hardest.... v 1.2'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/SeFgGxIzZ6I/AAAAAAAACL4/6fkv0AOUm60/s72-c/highschool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-494770887870805462</id><published>2009-04-10T22:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:34:31.985+05:30</updated><title type='text'>old memories....they hit hardest....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sd97nCT-heI/AAAAAAAACLw/W1XEnF1VZaA/s1600-h/30069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sd97nCT-heI/AAAAAAAACLw/W1XEnF1VZaA/s320/30069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323109195140990434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking of the old memories....schools play the largest part of it....history is all abt school n school is all abt history....friends, girls in special.......memories are fantastic if they are given by those who stay with u forever....jus moments that i cherish in my life are all those coming form the kendriya vidyalayas......the school that gave me a stand in the real world...even though i had schooling from a small place far off the limits of the modernised world outside....but the way they carved me was fairly good enuf that till now i can give my own stand anywhere and everywhere i foot upon......trust me small places have a lot in them a learn.....may be the best part of my schooling was the green nature i grew with....full tall grasses and fresh trees around...and the nature has always a say in ur world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;speakin of  friends and dear ones ... i miss almost each one of them....everyone has given me memories to cherish....a life that i wil always look back and thank them for..... n specially those who are stil with me stil hanging on with my crap ideas...i salute them for being so patient and so very beatiful to me in supporting me with all my decisions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;life has had dramatic changes since then..the boy to man....the chidhood to adulthood..the naivety to perfection..the half to full...the then to now....some wonderful moments have come and gone....but when i look back to the schools, the coll has been only a part of the ocean of my memories compared to school....WOW what a life was it...staying home...best of foods...classes ... tutions...those late late maths classes...till 11.30pm...the life of being in the NTPC townships....the peace around u....the chill sand on which u cud rest for the whole night in those hot dry summers...times when u can go out anytime in night and neednt worry any1 restricting u from dong anything...the freedom of riding bikes...unicorn...those lanes where u can actually sit al night n gossip open heartdly to ur best of friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then morning u wake up early just to find out that ur late to ur 1st class at school....n also that u have to go and command the morning assembly...give the pledge...."all indians are brothers and sisters" simultaneously gazing at some pretty looking chick....damn life was at its peak of fun...a life anyone wud love to have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;with times to come....tides fade off.....but trust me this blog never will......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;to be continued.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-494770887870805462?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/494770887870805462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=494770887870805462&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/494770887870805462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/494770887870805462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-memoriesthey-hit-hardest.html' title='old memories....they hit hardest....'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sd97nCT-heI/AAAAAAAACLw/W1XEnF1VZaA/s72-c/30069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-5106288146474501266</id><published>2009-04-10T13:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:53:31.822+05:30</updated><title type='text'>frustated...take some space...may be that works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sd8B6-saEOI/AAAAAAAACLo/iG6yZn9fo1I/s1600-h/50447_50448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sd8B6-saEOI/AAAAAAAACLo/iG6yZn9fo1I/s320/50447_50448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322975397348511970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;U cant blame someone who is chit chatting only bcoz ur frustated....makes no sense if u blame that person of something that even he's unaware of....what the heck....dont simply throw ur anger on someone just becoz ther's no one to listen to u....damn it bullshit....look at u u creepy creature .... if u cant take care of ur own then u stand no justice of expecting others to do so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. U ego headed rascal simply wil listen whats on ur mind n den disturb others' silence wenever u want n then if someone does the replica of ur act u fu*king act like a physcho weirdo human.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.U need some1 to be good to u wen ur off ur mind????&lt;br /&gt;       first practice doing the same to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.And u think ur the master of ur creations ... rightly so... but the others aren't dumb to put down their self respect n talk to u good wen ur bloody out of ur senses ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. trust me .... u make ur own image on a mirror n no one else can do it.... u pay for ur deeds ... u cry for ur voices ... u are the fate of ur own destiny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carrying on with my tradition of being lazy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u soon ... til then keep posting ... keep commenting ... comes at free of cost .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-5106288146474501266?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/5106288146474501266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=5106288146474501266&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5106288146474501266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/5106288146474501266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/04/frustatedtake-some-spacemay-be-that.html' title='frustated...take some space...may be that works'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sd8B6-saEOI/AAAAAAAACLo/iG6yZn9fo1I/s72-c/50447_50448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604524661045867903.post-2354848928461059809</id><published>2009-04-09T21:25:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:15:30.429+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Nascence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sd4h3L6vYQI/AAAAAAAACK8/ae7n5f9KFX0/s1600-h/InTheBegining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sd4h3L6vYQI/AAAAAAAACK8/ae7n5f9KFX0/s320/InTheBegining.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322729041574191362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now all of a sudden i noticed that people around me have been blogging for a quite long time....to be very true its not the first time m putting my pen to my thoughts.....this is my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; blog....the first was a created when i was half way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thro&lt;/span&gt;' my final year at high school.... things that time was pretty hazy...all the articles in my blog were about my friends and least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; me....although i deleted it wen i was in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; of my college life...a secret that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; kept to myself...i named it "The Reflection"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And this time around also m naming my blog on some kind of the same track that i started with....."ECHOES"....believe me things do get back to you once in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life....may not be immediately effective....but nevertheless they stay a long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pretty much of last para might be sounding quite illogical and senseless....but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; stick with my blog for long and they will make way to much more to come.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I m true believer of the fact that no one can change the root of anything .... let it be anything ... and i exclusively mean the root nature of any person.... trust me u can never alter a person from his/her beneath...they stay as what they are from inside forever .... they may mould &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; to the external factors like friends and life... but at the end they stay as they are forever..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As for as the first readers of my blog are concerned u are welcome to the newest ever face of my written thoughts....may be with tides to come u all can make wonders.....but u need to know one thing trust comes from within giving rise to confidence .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When we do a task,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We have to cross three stages......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1st-INSULT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-OPPOSITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3rd-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;ACCEPTANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 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Loosers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; stop at the second !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;#### Winners Cross the Third ####&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604524661045867903-2354848928461059809?l=myselfhari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/feeds/2354848928461059809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2604524661045867903&amp;postID=2354848928461059809&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2354848928461059809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604524661045867903/posts/default/2354848928461059809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myselfhari.blogspot.com/2009/04/nascence.html' title='The Nascence...'/><author><name>SiMbA tAgO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13784323063868212996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NN7WO0vcoiM/TmpcmzFZclI/AAAAAAAAChU/RExcQu7Fbbs/s220/edit%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSE5mzoQqVI/Sd4h3L6vYQI/AAAAAAAACK8/ae7n5f9KFX0/s72-c/InTheBegining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
