<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715</id><updated>2010-01-03T12:32:03.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pragmatic Utopia</title><subtitle type='html'>The world I choose to live in,   The place to where my heart belongs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-1468730278309423719</id><published>2009-12-30T19:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:02:28.610+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>THE LUCKY CHINESE TAG : THE EMINENT EIGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thank you Leo (or Vinu, as I fondly call him) for the tag. As the year FINALLY draws to an end, this would perhaps be my last post till the 1st day of the New Year! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;8 Shows I Like To Watch :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;90210&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MTV Roadies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;V Rock On&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;America's Got Talent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hannah Montana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suite Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Favorite Place To Eat &amp;amp; Drink :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;McDonalds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Big Chills&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Purani Dilli&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keventers'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Banana Leaf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gianis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chinese Restaurants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things I Look Forward To :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOSING a bit of weight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Change my hairdo asap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work with more dedication&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Save more money&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make more friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Change my wardrobe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Write more and more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Travel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things That Happened Yesterday :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My aunt returned from Hrishikesh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Started reading The Alchemist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tried to write on a topic for the n-th time but was unsuccessful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cooked good food after a long time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had 5 chapathis in a row&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slept in the afternoon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behaved amazingly stupid for not having any plans for the New Year&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fought with my dad for not talking to me since morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things I Love About Winter :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We don't sweat in winters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can have loads of soups and tea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sleeping under a warm blanket&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuddling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chill (of the winter and the fan!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ice-creamsssss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cute children (all dressed in bright woolens)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things On My Wishlist :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An APPLE I-Pod&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good meaningful writings from me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Making great friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOSE weight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Learn something new&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wish my bitch gives puppies this time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Labrador&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to gift my mom gold bangles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things I Am Passionate About :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reading Books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Music&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gaining Knowledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Learning my work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chocolates&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Helping people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Facebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Words / Phrases I Often Use :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WTF&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let that Be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Geeeee :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awww&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Darn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things I Learnt From The Past :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;People will know the real you one day or the other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let no one tell you what you cannot do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There will be people who would constantly try to bring you down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The real strength lies WITHIN YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God is to be believed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You cannot run away from your mistakes. Learn from them and do not repeat them again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friends give you a lot of strength.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Places I Would Love To Go/Visit/See :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bangalore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dubai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malaysia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;London&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Old Trafford&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beijing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mumbai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disney Land&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things I Currently Need/Want :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Apple I-Pod&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A PlayStation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Winter Clothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amazing Candy Vending Machine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soft drink fountain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Understanding people around me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The freedom to live my life my way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chocolates&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first five who comment on this post would be required to do this tag.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Here is wishing each one of you a very happy new year. May God bless you with all the success and happiness you deserve! Have a fabulous day. Stay Safe! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-1468730278309423719?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/1468730278309423719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=1468730278309423719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/1468730278309423719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/1468730278309423719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucky-chinese-tag-eminent-eights.html' title='THE LUCKY CHINESE TAG : THE EMINENT EIGHTS'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-3413447515132017169</id><published>2009-12-03T18:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:14:13.802+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I Am Back! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alright guys, December begins! I am back here...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been out of blogsville for almost a month. In this one whole month, I noticed a lot of things, my imagination was at its best and also, I learnt many new things! Good? Yea!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not happy these days because of a lot of things. Be decent and don't ask me why's, what's and how's. Keep them to yourself. But anyway, I trust God and I am sure, he'll lead me through this. Second, facebook is keeping me quite busy for no reason... (Yea, it doesn't even pay me for being so loyal...MARK, are you listening?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last weekend, I went to my friend's place and while I was on my way, I got stuck in a traffic jam... typical Delhi! What caught my stupid wandering mind's attention was different people in different mode of transports... everything different, but just one thing in common. Guess what? All of them were busy looking out of their windows. I saw each one of them gazing out of their windows, thinking about something...or may be, nothing! Many people were with their family and to my surprise, no one was talking to each other! All were silent...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why are we all like this? Why don't we want to spend some time with our loved ones? Why can't we just share a laugh with them? Are we really that busy or is it that we just claim to be so? I know some questions just do not have an answer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But, some questions have their answers hidden in them. For instance, when I was in school, my schoolmates from my apartment always waited for our bus outside the apartment gate. Every morning a lady had a duty to make it a point to ask me the same question. Just when she saw me dressed in my school uniform, waiting for the bus, she used to ask me, "Beta, school ja rahe ho?" (Translation : Child, are you going to school?) And obviously my reaction, always, was...WTF! My mind always mumbled to itself, "No, am going to the circus!" Phew...!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I also noticed one more thing... ladies can never stop gossiping! They love gossips more than their husband. Don't know when will this stop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyways, I am back! And I missed you all...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nyx! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-3413447515132017169?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/3413447515132017169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=3413447515132017169&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/3413447515132017169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/3413447515132017169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-back.html' title='I Am Back! ;)'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-8009168944036847791</id><published>2009-12-28T12:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:19:46.027+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tag and Awards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thank you Shravan for the Awards and this tag. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2GBHKCV--o/St7nBeKBajI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xgcI34YdivA/s1600/loveblogaward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2GBHKCV--o/St7nBeKBajI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xgcI34YdivA/s320/loveblogaward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2GBHKCV--o/St7nFdM3fKI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2sQY2ghtScA/s1600/one_lovely_blog.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E2GBHKCV--o/St7nFdM3fKI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2sQY2ghtScA/s320/one_lovely_blog.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.What is your current obsession?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facebook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What are you wearing today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;White tshirt and blue jeans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What’s for dinner?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its lunch time now... :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What’s the last thing you bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went to buy milk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;an SMS beep!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shravan, a cute brother.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delhi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A loose tshirt and a capri and an Air-conditioner!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nowhere!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Which language do you want to learn?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prolly...French!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What’s your favourite quote?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let no one in the world tell you what you cannot do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Who do you want to meet right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Santa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What is your favourite colour?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue, Black and White&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What is your favourite piece of clothing in your own closet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A beautiful salwar-kameez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What is your dream job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something I had wanted to do since very long... write to be read!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What’s your favourite magazine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;India Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beauty Parlour :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wearing something that you are not comfortable in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Victoria Beckham&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. What are you going to do after this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think about another blog post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. What are your favorite movies?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord of the Rings, Kal Ho Na Ho...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23.How many tabs are turned on in ur browser right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3...Facebook, Blogger, Google&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What inspires you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The thought of living a happy and contented life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kajal, Lip Gloss and a Perfume.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wonder when will a day come when ill be happy with whatever I have in my closet! :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Coffee or tea?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cry myself to sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Which other blogs do you love visiting?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scribblings (By Freelancer), Enigmatic Rantings (By Sowmiya) and Figments of Imagination (By Leo).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate Brownie with Ice-cream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Favorite Season?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WINTER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mix Vegetable, Dal and Rice...(Because that is what is being cooked right now at my place.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile at them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. What are you afraid of the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lizards... :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. What brings a smile on your face instantly?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A hug.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. My Questinon: What is the first thing you do once uve booted ur system?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open Facebook, Load Google Talk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rules for those who are tagged:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace onequestion that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one morequestion to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would love to pass on the tag and award to :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leo, Sowmiya and Rosh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-8009168944036847791?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/8009168944036847791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=8009168944036847791&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/8009168944036847791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/8009168944036847791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/12/tag-and-awards.html' title='Tag and Awards!'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E2GBHKCV--o/St7nBeKBajI/AAAAAAAAAq0/xgcI34YdivA/s72-c/loveblogaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-7036245923319818714</id><published>2009-12-17T12:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:19:32.169+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unrestricted Emotions'/><title type='text'>Another brainless rant... :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, oh well... it's been a pretty long time since I landed here last.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many reasons I have that forced me to stay away from my Utopian World - to begin with, I went on a family tour to Tirupati...needless to say, it was fun. Second, I went to Bangalore, met Prats, Abhrajit and someone new...Abhishek Maiti; the last...fever, cold and sore throat!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There has been a lot to think over in the last few days... I want to be a journalist (Any journo listening?), I want a Louis Vuitton bag, I want to revive the blogger in me, I want to earn big time, I want to be happy, I want to go abroad, I want to get married, have kids, stay happy...phew!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alright, let me have the privilege to cut my own crap and begin with some sensible 'gyaan' for you guys! o_O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tirupati... a heavenly place! Lord Venkateswara (or Lord Balaji) rests over seven mountains. The place is called Tirumala. A pilgrimage, where thousands of people flock to just catch a glimse of the Lord. Mind you, you can just catch a glimse of him! When I came out after seeing him, all I knew was that all the time that I was there in the &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Garbagraham&lt;/span&gt; (the main spot where Lord Venkateswara is), I had my eyes fixed on him. I cam out with tears in my eyes. The only thing I felt at that particular moment was that now since I have seen him and mentally prostrated in front of him, all my worries will be taken care by him. He is the wire-puller and so he knows, what I want.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;People from different states (even from North India) were chanting the name of the Lord while standing in queues. But... what was irritating was that... even while standing in the queue, the people were just not considerate towards the females. They were pushing each and everyone so badly while making their way towards Garbagraham. My maternal aunt accompanied us to Tirupati. She was close to 55 years old. I saw ladies who were close to 70 years old, being pushed by the uncles around.Sad... someone needs to teach them decency!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyways guys...these days, I don't know why, I am just not able to gather all my intellect and try and push myself to write something worth a read. Hope to be back soon with something that would ring a bell in someone's head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nyx!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-7036245923319818714?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/7036245923319818714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=7036245923319818714&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/7036245923319818714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/7036245923319818714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-brainless-rant-p.html' title='Another brainless rant... :P'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-6652136717992360232</id><published>2009-11-25T17:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:42:58.024+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unrestricted Emotions'/><title type='text'>Good Old Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Alright, so I am back with a post... after a long time indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Know what guys? Whatever it is, it is damn cute! ... the thing is... my dad is attending his School Alumni Meet soon! And the best part of the story is that recently he received a mail from his classmate and you should have looked at the smile on his face... stretching from ear to ear. He was looking very cute. He is turning 51 on Nov 30th and at this age, when he got to know about his schoolmates etc., it was the return of good &amp;nbsp;times for him. Touchwood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Without drifting away from the topic, I was just thinking, how would I feel when I would get to meet my classmate when I would be, say, 50 years old. Awesome!! I am already giggling like a kid. I saw the kid inside my dad come alive today. It certainly would be feeling amazing, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;How eventful that Alumni Meet would be! A group of friends... talking about their life after school, about their family, about their profession, remembering those days when they hated their Mathematics professor, etc. Wow! Life is beautiful at times, isn't it? I have a schoolmate - Nidhi. Say I meet her when am around 50 years of age, completely unexpected! We try hard to recognize each other and when we do, how would the reaction be?... like this? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;*Mouth wide open*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Nidhiiiii? Oh my god... hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... how have you been???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Every word, every sentence would be exclamatory in nature! Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Life sometimes presents you with such pleasant surprises. Pure bliss! All the best dad for your Alumni Meet... hope you have an awesome time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Daughter!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guys, tell me how would you feel if you meet your classmate in a completely unexpected circumstance after may be 30 years? Pour in your views!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-6652136717992360232?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/6652136717992360232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=6652136717992360232&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/6652136717992360232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/6652136717992360232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-old-days.html' title='Good Old Days!'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-836705722621579040</id><published>2009-10-22T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:28:25.725+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Silence'/><title type='text'>Blog Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am in Chennai ... yes, you are right! I am writing this blog post just to let you people know that this blog... My Space... PRAGMATIC UTOPIA... might not be updated for quite long now. You might not find me online for may be a month at a stretch till I come to find you...to talk to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am moving to Chennai for an year. Life is destined to be pathetic I suppose... but either ways, I have to deal with it. That is my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toodles!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NYX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-836705722621579040?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/836705722621579040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=836705722621579040&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/836705722621579040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/836705722621579040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-silence.html' title='Blog Silence'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-4024814788458405131</id><published>2009-10-19T11:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:40:55.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Unsurprisingly surprised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/StwApamNGlI/AAAAAAAAAos/DdkraZ05ncs/s1600-h/girl-on-phone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/StwApamNGlI/AAAAAAAAAos/DdkraZ05ncs/s320/girl-on-phone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sometimes we know everything, still pretend to know not a word! Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sometimes we want something to happen and still react as if it shook the ground underneath! Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;‘Alice, I need to say something to you…and somehow I feel, you know it.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;‘What is it George? I have no idea what you’re talking about.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;‘Well, Alice, it has been quite sometime since we became friends, but since last few days I feel that it is just not friendship. I am… I am in love with you Alice.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;A big smile wrapped it up at the other end of the call. She knew it all along. She knew it that this was coming. She loved him too, but you know what she says? This…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;‘OMG! OMG George, I just can’t believe this.’&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smart-phone-cards.com/images/girl-on-phone.jpg"&gt;Image Courtesy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/319/FA503A23081A91875B3674CA980AF0DA.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&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/8895466452558632715-4024814788458405131?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/4024814788458405131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=4024814788458405131&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/4024814788458405131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/4024814788458405131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/10/unsurprisingly-surprised.html' title='Unsurprisingly surprised!'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/StwApamNGlI/AAAAAAAAAos/DdkraZ05ncs/s72-c/girl-on-phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-3691677954942889482</id><published>2009-10-16T11:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:14:29.548+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What My Pet Can Do For Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I own a&amp;nbsp;Dachshund... her name is Ginger, and I am sure you want to see her... so there you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/StgCXNsv4tI/AAAAAAAAAoc/yweVtycbBWk/s1600-h/OQAAANYsmTV83Tie9Sr0HrODZk68YskAyvYzfN60-ZJOrMgBNFRLo6cojt_2lXENy2TWV4pe0WP-h6gO17-MER8dNjYAm1T1UM96ke6QOUfcNozRzFgmo9CPMFKi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/StgCXNsv4tI/AAAAAAAAAoc/yweVtycbBWk/s320/OQAAANYsmTV83Tie9Sr0HrODZk68YskAyvYzfN60-ZJOrMgBNFRLo6cojt_2lXENy2TWV4pe0WP-h6gO17-MER8dNjYAm1T1UM96ke6QOUfcNozRzFgmo9CPMFKi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Basically, this is a super random post, and you can guess that by the topic, can't you? Ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Why I am writing this is because I feel that all of us need a pet! Yes, you heard it right. You think you don't? You are wrong. I know many of you would be scared of pets...cats, dogs or whatever! I was the very same. I was terrified whenever my brother's dog landed on my lap. I would always end up screaming like an idiot. Lol. Sometimes it so happened that deliberately, to make me scream, my brother would suddenly lift his dog and put it on my lap. Hah, what stupidity. A few years later, my brother's bitch gave birth to puppies, and I gathered guts to lift them for the first time. Needless to say, I was super nervous. With time, I picked them up with ease, started playing with them. The matter of surprise was that I brought one home. We named her Ginger. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The day I started raising her up, all my notions changed. Now, I just love dogs. Yes, it is me who is saying this. We have heard people saying that dogs are very trustworthy. They surely are. Those little things they do can just take off all the worries that are inside you. They have that in them! Once we had to go on a vacation. Ginger knew it that we were going and she so wanted us to stay back...and guess what she did... this -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/StgFX3ibx8I/AAAAAAAAAok/T8exYSoQqXU/s1600-h/Bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/StgFX3ibx8I/AAAAAAAAAok/T8exYSoQqXU/s320/Bag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;She ran and got onto the bag and sat there for almost half an hour... barking at everyone whosoever was coming to pick her up from there! Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;My mom says that she is my younger sister, damn. That get my nerves ticking I tell you! But, when I don't see her for a day, it feels incomplete. She is now a part of my family. Sometimes when she does something wrong and she knows that she'll be scolded for it, she just runs under the sofa and does not come out from there till the evening. She is really damn intelligent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Each one of you need a pet. Know why? Simple, because all of us are tensed one way or the other. We do different stuff to ward off our tensions... watch tv, play games, talk to a friend... But if you watch closely, except for talking to a friend, every other thing just aggravates our tensions. We tend to watch television, but all that idiot box provides us is some scene that we can relate to and end up feeling pathetic. Since the day I have Ginger with me, it has never been that difficult. The way she behaves, the way she does all those little cute things can just get me smiling at any time of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;So, that is just about it. I feel having a pet is quite essential and I am glad, I have one... or should I say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; THE CUTEST ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/319/FA503A23081A91875B3674CA980AF0DA.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-3691677954942889482?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/3691677954942889482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=3691677954942889482&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/3691677954942889482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/3691677954942889482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-my-pet-can-do-for-me.html' title='What My Pet Can Do For Me...'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/StgCXNsv4tI/AAAAAAAAAoc/yweVtycbBWk/s72-c/OQAAANYsmTV83Tie9Sr0HrODZk68YskAyvYzfN60-ZJOrMgBNFRLo6cojt_2lXENy2TWV4pe0WP-h6gO17-MER8dNjYAm1T1UM96ke6QOUfcNozRzFgmo9CPMFKi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-6484059189208243846</id><published>2009-10-12T16:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:35:28.152+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preachings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You Have It In You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok, with thoughts of ups and downs crowding my head (Oh, don't get me wrong here you naughty minds... When I say UPS and DOWNS, I mean mood swings), all of you surely need to bear with me! :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really am thinking about what all are the things that lift my spirit when I feel low... when I feel that my life has been ONE BIG DISASTER or may be when I feel that every other person in my life has tested his Penicillin on me! :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Each one of us have our own set of things that can get us in our best of spirits after a dark phase, isn't it? So, what is it that you do when you are not feeling good? When it comes to me, I act really weird...and yes, I have no issues in accepting this fact as well. I cry a lot... (Lot more than Rupali Ganguly perhaps) or sometimes I can go on laughing (More than our very own Siddhu paaji)... I sing real loud (Louder than Mudvayne)... I play like a kid doing weird stuff (Weirder than the kid in the movie 'Home Alone')... I go for a walk alone... and see all those underprivileged people in my neighbourhood, just to get a feeling that my life ain't that big a trouble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;All of you (those who read me) are my well-wishers, I truly agree. But you know what guys, sometimes I want you to let me be me here and write what I feel. I don't want that shoulder sometimes which would&amp;nbsp;re instigate&amp;nbsp;that feeling in me that yes, my life is a pool of *&amp;amp;%@. Instead, I want you to tell me how did you find my write up to be. Was it good, average or bad! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I celebrated my 100th, a few people felt that I should redo it. But, if I am not writing here about what I am actually feeling, then this is not MY UTOPIA. We generally tend to write, say and do things that are socially acceptable. But guys, this is my space, isn't it? I have all the right to be ME here. If I am low, you would be able to see how weak I can get... and if I am strong, then you would know how strong I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Al right, without much of deviation from the main story, lets get back to business. :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my previous post I talked about the phase when one feels low. And with this post, I bring to light the things one generally does to get out of that phase.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some people go shopping...an expensive one at that to get their mind off the thing that is bothering them. Some people fall into the 'cry and crib' category...they just cry their heart out. Some people just get into a nutshell...they go into hibernation (try it out, its good). I sing... I sing real loud and sensible too... one song that can get me back into form is 'Yeh Honsla' from the movie Dor...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;Raah Pe Kante Bikhre agar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Uspe to phir bhi chalna hi hai,&lt;br /&gt;Shaam Chhupale Suraj magar,&lt;br /&gt;Raat ko ek din Dhalna hi hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rut ye tal jayegi,&lt;br /&gt;Himmat rang layegi,&lt;br /&gt;Subha phir aayegi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whenever I listen to this song, I feel that nothing is impossible! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust me guys, there is nothing that you can't do. And as Will Smith says to his son in the movie The Pursuit of Happiness, DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU WHAT YOU CAN'T DO. NOT EVEN ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have it in you to do anything and everything you want to do. Best things are always for you. You are the blessed one. Just believe in this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stay Happy! Stay Blessed!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/319/FA503A23081A91875B3674CA980AF0DA.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-6484059189208243846?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/6484059189208243846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=6484059189208243846&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/6484059189208243846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/6484059189208243846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-have-it-in-you.html' title='You Have It In You!'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-2097136876698147827</id><published>2009-10-11T17:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:44:37.403+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preachings'/><title type='text'>Give me what I want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;She sat alone... Whining... Crying... Her eyes red, full of tears, her forehead resting on her palm. Alone in a big house she sat, with no one who could wipe her tears!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What have I done?" she asked herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was not the first time she felt this way. Time and again life bestowed her with pessimism.&amp;nbsp; But she knew...she loved being happy. She wanted someone to pamper her, someone to lift her up, someone who could be a kid when she wanted to play a big smart girl and someone who would keep a watch over her when she becomes a kid while rolling down a slide! If this is what she wanted...why was she alone today... all by herself?? This loneliness was killing her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do YOU dread such a day in your life?? I DO!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what... there is some bad news and there is some good news as well. Lets end this post with a happy note...so that means the bad news comes first!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The bad news is that... EACH ONE OF US will see such a phase in our life when he/she will be alone... in the same situation that I described! When you would pick your phone to make just any random call and flip through your phonebook... you would find not even a single name you want to call. That is life! Strange, weird...you hate it... yet you want to live it each day. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now the good news... EACH ONE OF YOU who sees himself/herself in such a situation can deal with it. Know how? Just be yourself and do what makes you happy. You get up and feel like crying? Cry...if that is what makes you happy! You get out on the road and you have 10 friggin bucks in your pocket and all you want is a bar of chocolate. Hah...don't mind... go get one! You know you have seen a lot of what you don't deserve and you also know that it's time to do what YOU want! You love that sparky YELLOW?? And you know... you would be looked down as an alien when you wear it? 'YELL OW'er them and go for it because if yellow was that bad a colour, why would someone even teach you in your kindergarten what YELLOW is?? :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know we can't always be SELFISH and live for yourself, but sometimes when nothing seems to go the right way... you need to do this! They say great things come in small packages. Two days of spending your life your way can give you an year full of satisfaction!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live happily, Live Sensibly! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NYX!&lt;/i&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/8895466452558632715-2097136876698147827?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/2097136876698147827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=2097136876698147827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/2097136876698147827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/2097136876698147827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-what-i-want.html' title='Give me what I want...'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-4670705774931673516</id><published>2009-10-02T22:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:17:18.403+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th Post'/><title type='text'>My 100th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hello people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, here I am with my 100th post!! Feels great surely... sometimes it gives me jitters thinking that I started blogging... blogging to just prove to someone that I can write... and then came my 10th post. I was so overjoyed!! Slowly my passion grew...I wrote more and I was read by a very few people... they became MY FRIENDS! Today, with 100 posts and 960+ comments, I feel happy...yet that is a saturated happiness. I am not feeling ecstatic! Yes, you guys heard that right. Usually the celebration posts I see… they are dripping with happiness... it might be real or fake. Today, I plan to write my heart out...whether it is dripping with happiness or with tears!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you Sowmiya, Esther, Nabila, Abhrajit and Arun for writing my guest posts! They were surely amazing… as I had expected them to be. Before I start up with anything… this is a small something for all of you (each and everyone who knows me in the blog world). Please do accept...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/SsYuNxX1zhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/FrZWBcyyYso/s1600-h/Thank+You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/SsYuNxX1zhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/FrZWBcyyYso/s320/Thank+You.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you guys for reading anything and everything I wrote here! Sometimes, what I wrote just did not make sense… yes, I notice that when I look back. But some of you read it and were so humble to also comment on it. Ha ha… Some of my friends shower me with appreciations about the way I write or the topics on which I choose to write… thank you! I have also received a few critical comments… for all those who made such comments; I thank you because its you who have helped me write even better!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I pray to write better with each day because blogging has become more of a habit now. Thank you for being with me through this journey!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Signing off,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NYX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;! (I would prefer you to remember me by this name.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-4670705774931673516?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/4670705774931673516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=4670705774931673516&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/4670705774931673516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/4670705774931673516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-100th.html' title='My 100th...'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/SsYuNxX1zhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/FrZWBcyyYso/s72-c/Thank+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-8633728576259209336</id><published>2009-09-29T15:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:59:55.266+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nabila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest post.'/><title type='text'>The Bundle of Happiness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;There lived a cheerful girl down the lane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aarthi Venkatesh is her name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I prefer called her the bubbly Artz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness is her second name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And a Pragmatic Utopia is where she prefers to stay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lounge brought her to my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Writer’s Hub was which made me recognize her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Her writing forever and ever made me sigh a exclaim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And my writings made her sigh in her own claim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Part of the ‘Sigh Girls’ clan we soon became!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;She wrote and wrote with that beautiful Florence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I read and read with that unknown quest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then came the Penguin-Grasshopper series,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I wondered at the similar varies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;She reminded me of the time that I had lived in my past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And then another angel made me realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;How we all were each other’s Hora Crux!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Today this girl has matured to complete a celebration of a hundred,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I again wish for her to soon reach her thousand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish for her to write and write till infinity remains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And spell the magic of words on the beauty of her surrounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness or gloom, Misery or laugher, Romance or tragedy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish her to be versatile in all forms in her power of the pen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I promise to read her even when the eyes became weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if I feeble to understand, I will still read and celebrate all her ways! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e69138; color: #351c75;"&gt;This is just a small way to tell you Artz about how special you and your writings are to me. I am sorry for being a bit late in this guest post but nevertheless I am here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e69138; color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e69138; color: #351c75;"&gt;Since poetry is something which comes easy to me so I thought of composing one for you on this occasion (*hope it wasn’t too bad*) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e69138; color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e69138; color: #351c75;"&gt;Congrats on you 100th post and I wish you go on to blog infinite number of posts and reach the zenith here and in your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Best Wishes for everything in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Love you loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Mwaaahz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Nabila &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/8895466452558632715-8633728576259209336?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/8633728576259209336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=8633728576259209336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/8633728576259209336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/8633728576259209336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/bundle-of-happiness.html' title='The Bundle of Happiness!'/><author><name>mysterious gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-2380915486925586869</id><published>2009-09-23T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:18:07.301+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esther'/><title type='text'>No FULL STOPS in Life…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We meet a lot of people every day. Most of them are strangers who become our closest friends and some of them close to our hearts in no time. We lose some of them on temporary basis, and every so often it is permanent. Permanent loss is a very awkward notion to be in charge of. We don’t get the grip of moving ahead in life. We tend to rather suffer brokenness, loneliness, forlornness, haplessness, cheerlessness etc. Temporary loss relates to broken relations that can be repaired whereas permanent loss relates to death or in other respects for which there is no reparability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Broken relations at times are because of one’s responsibility for something wrong or an oversight. We can try to renew it by taking up a chance. But it is not the same when we lose someone forever. Losing someone should never stop your life. It requires an earnest attempt to come out of something like this but there is a way to recollect the most amazing times spent with the one you’ve lost. This might make you feel better and brighter. Often time’s broken relations also do not have a solution. But bear in mind that there are people who are not even aware of “BEING LOVED BY SOMEONE”. You just have to realize the importance of your life. Make known to yourself that life is like a train journey, people who travel with you may get off the train at their own stations. You don’t really get down with them since you are destined elsewhere. So, keep moving on do not stop your life nor let loss take control over you. Be it permanent or temporary. Just be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I know this post can relate to the situation some of you are in at the moment. It is just to convey that Life is a very important gift of God. If we neglect its value we are at a loss. We need to be strong at every point though it is really difficult to put in practice, but never ever let anything take control over your life particularly a temporary loss because there is always a CHANCE to make things better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thank you Aarthi for giving me a chance to post something I wanted to talk about since a very long time. Congratulations on completing 100 posts in your space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oodles of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Esther &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&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/8895466452558632715-2380915486925586869?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/2380915486925586869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=2380915486925586869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/2380915486925586869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/2380915486925586869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-full-stops-in-life.html' title='No FULL STOPS in Life…'/><author><name>Esther</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-4537385496362439626</id><published>2009-09-22T15:10:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:28:51.714+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abhri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artz'/><title type='text'>She can't stop laughing still</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Her house is too far.&lt;br /&gt;But the journey is merry.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and shiny.&lt;br /&gt;Comes Artz riding the black pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why she can’t keep&lt;br /&gt;From laughing..&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is it my&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaast says she&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaast we say&lt;br /&gt;And Maaaaast it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Now her tummy is full&lt;br /&gt;A little cute round&lt;br /&gt;Burps me and you&lt;br /&gt;A great big Chinese lunch&lt;br /&gt;Out in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Baby what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Sparks in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She needs vodka now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sits down in Styx&lt;br /&gt;In her rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop laughing still.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t put a finger on why?&lt;br /&gt;She is just happy I guess&lt;br /&gt;She loves her drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oye Chotu”- she calls&lt;br /&gt;She needs another peg.&lt;br /&gt;“Maast”- I say&lt;br /&gt;As I see the waiter run to serve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has come&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Good things never last long&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t miss me too much&lt;br /&gt;And cry a lot”&lt;br /&gt;She can’t stop laughing still..&lt;br /&gt;I can’t put my finger on why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8895466452558632715-4537385496362439626?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/4537385496362439626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=4537385496362439626&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/4537385496362439626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/4537385496362439626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-cant-stop-laughing-still.html' title='She can&apos;t stop laughing still'/><author><name>h</name><email>abhri.datta@gmail.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-860381128962187139</id><published>2009-09-19T11:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:31:23.587+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arun Kumar'/><title type='text'>The Wind and The Butterflies... The Destiny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't believe in destiny or fate. But I like the conception behind it. &amp;nbsp;The thought that some people... some time... some where... has to happen, cos its all preordained and this never tiring world oversees all these stipulations and guides us. The wind and the butterflies, with every breeze and flap striving hard to make that 'chance', a 'certainty'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've met Aarthi. I met her at nowhere. I've met her at some point where the binaries '1' and '0' missed a byte... A simple 'Hi' from her and a smiley :-) from me... and the billion different bits that is the web, took us in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What are the odds of meeting a person who was born on the same exact day as me... Just 10 mins after I opened my puny mouth and made my first shrieking cry and announced my presence to this world... and she's named exactly after my own sister, 'Aarthi'. At first I even thought my own sis was playing a prank at me. he he...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, even if I haven't started a blog... haven't joined the lounge... didn't even know she existed and our lives were two parallel lines, never to cross paths... The wind and the butterflies would have stretched the ends of the world, just to make the parallel lines arch a little... to brush atleast once along our long journey... just once to fulfill the pre-written prophesy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A flashing wink from across a restaurant, when both of us are treating our friends on our b'day.... A wordless understanding 'Your's too ??'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A warm smile, exchanged on a temple, when both of us say the same birth star for the archana... silently conveying, 'Happy b'day to you too'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah... We sure would have met. Some place... some time... some where... Thanks to the wind and the butterflies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All things said and done... I haven't exactly 'met' her, till now. I hope I meet her before her next B'day... ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I initially thought of writing a story here. But, why present a story when the truth is far more captivating... and the words just 'flapped'...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I said I don't believe in destiny, I lied. But, It wouldn't be lying if I hadn't know her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. - &amp;nbsp;Congrats on the 100 writes Artz... Hope this Guest post was as much about you, as it was about me... &amp;nbsp;Wishing you loads of happiness and luck... n thanks a million for the guest post opportunity... May the wind n butterflies be with you... guiding you unknowingly n forever.&lt;/i&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/8895466452558632715-860381128962187139?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/860381128962187139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=860381128962187139&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/860381128962187139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/860381128962187139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/wind-and-butterflies.html' title='The Wind and The Butterflies... The Destiny.'/><author><name>Arun Kumar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-348080043710304054</id><published>2009-09-17T23:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:28:05.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MAGICAL MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Artz! She is one of my sweetest blogger friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;. We got along&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;well after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;just a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;few chats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;We never thought that we would meet so soon! It was a very quick meet. Though it was a very brief meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;, we talked a lot! We feel like we are soul sisters&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Magic of time isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I am not all that great a writer. I write random stuffs literally! So, when Artz invited me to do a guest post in her blog I was confused and I was (to frankly accept) afraid a bit too. I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;very impulsive person. Nobody can put my thoughts in one box and program my mind. I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;all let loose kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;-of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;thinker! So, the moment she asked me to write “Time” is what struck my mind instantly. I feel great to write the 95th post (Oh! I find silly reasons to celebrate :P now it is "Yay! Mine is 95th post!!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Earlier I used to be very arrogant and a bratty gal arguing things. Long long ago so long ago my closest pal said something which I can never forget for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lifetime. We had arguments on this but little by little I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;d&amp;nbsp;he was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;! Yes, he said “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Time will heal you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;”. I said, “No way! Stop this crappy philosophy and get back to your work!” Now, today he doesn’t know what I am doing and I don’t know what he is doing. It’s all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;magic of time. We thought we’ll never part but we parted and we are totally in different directions. When I look back, all I could remember about him is the statement which I mentioned above!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Time is precious – is what I don’t want to tell because everyone knows that. I want to say time is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;MAGICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;. Yeah! It does wonders in a person’s life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Sometimes we think that our friends will be with us forever but in reality they&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;will not be! So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;metimes we think that happiness last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;forever in our life! But life is not all that easy. It’s a cocktail of happiness, sad moments, tense moments&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;bitter experiences. To tackle all such things, the Almighty has gifted each of us with something called “Time”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Time teaches us to commit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;mistakes and learn from the mistakes as well! Time will solve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;problems that we face in our life. It makes us think profoundly. It might look like a situation is pressurizing us so much that we will be in the verge of breaking down but without our knowledge we come over it and smile! That is the magic of Time! Time will fly outside our window! It is in our hands to make&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 's ans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;best use of it and learn all kind of lessons that it teaches to us! There is no point in repenting after letting your time drift off your hands! This is what I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;realized of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Time gives us opportunities, chances, solutions, strength, experience, maturity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;balanced mind and everything we want. It’s in our hands to identify it and make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;best use of it! We shouldn’t waste our time by spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lot of time in thinking about our past and future. We should just live to the moment. This is because time and tide waits for none. There is no point in thinking about yesterday. At the same time, its never late than ever. If you’re not a person who doesn’t live the moment and keep planning for your future or sink in your past, please wake up and enjoy the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Forget all your broken relationships, just extract the lessons you’ve learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;out of them. Walk along with&amp;nbsp; time instead of walking against it or way ahead of it! Life will be a paradise! Did I sound like a philosopher?? Well! I am not all that perfect! I myself get messed up many times for not understanding the magic time a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;ccomplishe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;s! On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;ly now am I learning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I said, nothing late than ever. Start from today (not tomorrow), throw off all the grudges you have (I am dumping all my grudges in some dumpyard right now) and start to live the moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Was it all that boring? Come on, simple things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;seem to be&amp;nbsp;boring. But we got&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;accept the fact with a :) I think my post does make a sense to all of you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Thanks Artz for letting me write something in your space :) Guess I did some justice :) Love ya :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8895466452558632715-348080043710304054?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/348080043710304054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=348080043710304054&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/348080043710304054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/348080043710304054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/magical-moments.html' title='MAGICAL MOMENTS'/><author><name>Meow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-6615246058567765742</id><published>2009-09-16T18:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:54:20.205+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preachings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Its Your Life, Make It Large!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;He ha ha ha ha...Ok... am sounding crazy! Actually, I just happened to log in to my orkut account... :) A lot of people talk about those weird friend requests they receive and I happened to receive one such request this morning... it read - "Hi Aarthi, this Rhoan (that meant Rohan) delguy (that meant guy from Delhi) wanna b my frands." Wah wah wah! ... Lolz... I have been lol-ing since then! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have become very observant these days. At times I am so amazed when I find something so normal to be so peculiar. I mean to say that there are certain things that we do all day long, thinking that its 'my' characteristic... but after a few days, we see something similar in someone and end up feeling so eerie about it, isn't it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few years back, I was this chirpy, bubbly sort of a character. But today, I am not. People say I am a fighter, a very matured sort of a person... generally, it does not matter what they say, but honestly speaking, this time they are right. I belong to that section of people who are really very serious, do not prefer talking much and are constantly busy with some or the other thought. A few days back, this Mr.X told me that I have lost the spark that he saw in me a few months back. I completely agree with him! Yes, I have lost that spark in me... But for this, no one is to be blamed... Sometimes, things are not in our hand. Your life's incidents shape you the way you are! Life and the incidents design your caricature.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are many people who might dislike you for some or the other reason... and we might find their reasons justified or futile. But, does that in any way, change his/her perspective towards you? It doesn't right? Recently, I have seen that a few people have turned their backs at me, without even listening to what I had to say... they might think that I am such an obnoxious sort of a girl, but then do I stop living because of what such people have to say? Certainly not... Life has many more reasons to worry or crib about other than this trivial reason - who likes you or who doesn't. Live your life on your terms, rather than living it on the terms of someone else... Why do you worry about doing something that you like? Why do you worry about your boyfriend not liking it? Each one of us have our list of likes and dislikes. Just as you understand your better half's list of likes and dislikes, he needs to acknowledge yours as well... am sure my guy would!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have noticed this with so many people that they are one sort of a person when amongst friends and they are the ones who behave so differently when they are with their guy/girl. Somewhere I see that fear on their faces. They think so many times before doing something... why? Come on, don't you think that all the sacrifices or adjustments you did till date are enough? If you think your better half really loves you, he/she would surely understand you and your preferences.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is like this one big jigsaw puzzle. You need to find the missing pieces, identify the shape, color and the pattern...and then place the right piece at the right place! Phew...a hectic task. Why make it more complicated thinking about all the useless things...who would like what you wear or the way you look or the way you talk or the way you walk? Live it for yourself and live it for the ones you feel for... For example, I had this template change, but do you think about who is going to say, "Yuck, that looks so loud, and what makes you think this orange is cool?" Opinions do matter and they should, but not enough that they start ruling your life. I love this template and so it is here to adorn my space! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guys, to cut the story short... we all hear people saying ... "Life is short, make the most of it"... or "Live Life King/Queen size"... It somehow holds true. Let go of everything/anyone who bothers you... Live for yourself... and once you do it, none of us will see posts full of endless rantings or people deleting their blogs or any other disappointment in the real world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ITS YOUR LIFE, MAKE IT LARGE!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With this, I end my 94th post! The guest posts begin with the next... :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My 95th post is from a very good friend of mine...watch this space to know who it is! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artz! &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/8895466452558632715-6615246058567765742?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/6615246058567765742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=6615246058567765742&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/6615246058567765742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/6615246058567765742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-your-life-make-it-large.html' title='Its Your Life, Make It Large!'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-216598892041187065</id><published>2009-09-15T12:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:29:12.443+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>The Superior Scribbler Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel extremely honored and delighted to receive the Superior Scribbler Award. Thanks &lt;a href="http://1mind2worlds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt; for the award... :) There are certain rules for this award... read them :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Each superior scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most deserving blogger friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;Each superior scribbler must link to the author and the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Each superior scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to this post which explains The Award.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Each blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to My Linky List.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/Sq8_q5n8OzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Kp7l19ovRxg/s1600-h/superior_scribbler_award4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/Sq8_q5n8OzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Kp7l19ovRxg/s320/superior_scribbler_award4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I pass this award to -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://dexterouslady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sowmiya&lt;/a&gt; - For the immense amount of honesty in her writes and her attitude towards life. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://quillinginblood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shravan&lt;/a&gt; - For his out-of-the-box topics!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://mridu-myramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt; Freelancer&lt;/a&gt; - For his style of poetry, the depth in his words and his quest to experiment with new styles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://kparthas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. K. Parthasarathi&lt;/a&gt; - I salute this man! He is one of the oldest bloggers (mind you, he is 70+) and his stories are so inspiring and motivating. Sir, you are truly an inspiration.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://xpressive-thoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Parzii&lt;/a&gt; - For being the sweetest blogger! :) Your words always leave a sweet impression and a smile lingering on my lips. ;)&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/8895466452558632715-216598892041187065?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/216598892041187065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=216598892041187065&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/216598892041187065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/216598892041187065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/superior-scribbler-award.html' title='The Superior Scribbler Award'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/Sq8_q5n8OzI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Kp7l19ovRxg/s72-c/superior_scribbler_award4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-229205546813679131</id><published>2009-09-11T16:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:46:33.845+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning... Artz takes up a pen name! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You all would be aware that my 100th post is coming real soon... if you are not aware of this, better act like you are... :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With this milestone, I have come up with an interesting idea. I have decided to take up a pen name!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So boys and girls, uncles and aunties and didi's and bhaiyas...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Here I announce it officially... The 100th post of mine will be sealed with my new pen name -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;'Nyx'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;... which means the Goddess of Night, but I really like the way it sounds! I hope you guys like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's about it for now guys... As I mentioned in my previous posts that a few guest posts and celebrations are coming your way... stay glued! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Artz (For now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-229205546813679131?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/229205546813679131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=229205546813679131&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/229205546813679131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/229205546813679131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-beginning-artz-takes-up-pen-name.html' title='A New Beginning... Artz takes up a pen name! :)'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-5575387894525072502</id><published>2009-09-10T10:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:01:14.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mind Boggling Observations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time to thank my friend &lt;a href="http://dexterouslady.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;SOWMIYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; again! Last night...we were on phone... talking about heartbreaks and all the philosophies that surround the mortals, i.e. us! This girl just talks, and talks, and talks... certainly leaving me baffled and always giving me one more topic to blog about! Thanks da... without you... I would be a big time victim of Writers' Block! :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Its strange... sometimes mind boggling... and a characteristic owned by each one of us! Oopz, forgot to tell you what am I talking about. Sorry! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ever heard any friend of yours saying... 'Everything is over and I wish to live no more!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Or may be... 'I've had enough yaa... I have seen so much! Now... I just seek death.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Now, forgetting about which friend of mine said this to me... I can tell you guys one thing that I surely said the same statement to many friends of mine! Shucks man! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;There are times and situations in one's life where everything seems to be going wrong and life seems to be a mere waste of time. It is too much to handle at one particular time... But have we ever noticed that though we use this cliche statement a lot of times that &lt;strike style="color: #e69138;"&gt;'I wish to die now and I can't take this any more' &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;, we generally move far away from all such situations, facing each one of them, cribbing about it, still emerging victorious... leaving our friends baffled and confused!?! :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;That is what confuses me. Taking a few exceptions into consideration (a fraction of the society that does give in to practices like committing suicide and things like that), all of us are knowingly or unknowingly strong! Isn't it? I mean... all of us have somehow witnessed some big pain or the other that made us wonder about our existing law/reason behind our existence in this world... To put it in the words of the Drama Queen in me... 'Bhagwan, ab main kaise jiyungi (Translation - Oh lord, how will I live now!)... But these laws/reasons change with time. All of us, wantingly or unwantingly, knowingly or unknowingly, learn to beat the pain and move ahead in life! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Personally speaking, I am a very emotional person! (Shucks yaa, secret revealed! :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;There was a time when I wanted to pursue my B.Arch and for some reasons I could not. I mean, this was my dream ever since I took up Science as my subject in Class XII. I was totally shattered when I couldn't realize my dreaming of pursuing my B.Arch. I told my friends that I wished to die! :P Lol...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;But guys, TODAY I proudly present to you... My Blog - PRAGMATIC UTOPIA... a standing evidence of my existence in this world... technically 4 years after I told my friends that I wished to die! That's some news!! :D :D Am still alive! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Our problems seem so big to us at a point that leads us to such sudden outbursts of MAGNIFIED emotions! But, things generally take a new shape... with time! Time is a healer they say, and so it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When things go wrong, indulge in yourself, your family and friends... indulge in something that can take your mind off what is bothering you... (It sounds easy... and trust me, it is not difficult!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Life sure is a snoozefest (Credits to &lt;a href="http://kasabiangirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kasabiangirl&lt;/a&gt;) ... it gives you ample reasons to rant about... Each one of us are given ample reasons to cry and crib! But dudes and dudettes (:P), amidst these reasons, there are ample underlying reasons to be happy, to move on, to LIVE LIFE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Find your own reasons and STAY HAPPY! :) ...And if you don't find the reason, am here for you all... come to me, we'll find it together! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-5575387894525072502?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/5575387894525072502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=5575387894525072502&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/5575387894525072502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/5575387894525072502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/mind-boggling-observations.html' title='Mind Boggling Observations!'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-1522236883184720553</id><published>2009-09-09T13:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:24:56.286+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>TaGgEd... :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tag season is back I guess! :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you Kaka for tagging me! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alright guys, so this is called the &lt;b&gt;BRAND TAG&lt;/b&gt;! :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My Laptop Brand -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Lenovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My Mobile Brand -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; Nokia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My head phones Brand -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Moser Baer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; My watch Brand -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Fastrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My Shoes/Sandals Brand -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; Reebok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Other Brands I use -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Brittania, Amway, Oriflame, McD, Nike, Lakme, Samsung... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Such a short and sweet tag! :D :D Thanks guys for bearing with me through this! I tag... Stephen, Leo and Kasabiangirl. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-1522236883184720553?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/1522236883184720553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=1522236883184720553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/1522236883184720553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/1522236883184720553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/tagged-p.html' title='TaGgEd... :P'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-5645873446485742186</id><published>2009-09-08T18:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:10:46.051+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Artz is back with some random thoughts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;After a week in Bangalore...after feeling rejuvenated and completely happy... I returned to my base yesterday morning! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I have got as of now to share with you people is what I did, felt and experienced in the last few days!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am so so so happy that in the last few days I met a few blogger friends...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Vinay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;...he is really cute! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am so glad that I got to meet him after months of being friends with him in this Virtual World! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Abhrajit Datta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;... &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;a very nice guy at heart... a jester! But an equally intense character for sure...! Crazily shady! :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Pratibha&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;OMG! Finally I got to meet my sis! :) A sweetheart... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Sowmiya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;... I never thought I would be able to make it this time... But as they say...'Man proposes one way, God disposes the other.' I met this girl just after a few days sice we began chatting and I felt as if I met a childhood friend of mine with whom I had lost contact! Sowmi... you rawk! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;... a babe for sure! :) A nice girl at heart... :) Glad to have met ya! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am back to square one now... back to my blogging self! &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;And I also spoke to a new girl from The Writers Lounge... &lt;b&gt;Shruti&lt;/b&gt;! Welcome to my world babe! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And guys, with this I complete my 89th post. Trust me, I am going to give you all a very hard time because you would now see me on a spree! :) Keep reading!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My 100th post is coming soon with a few guest posts and celebrations! :)&lt;br /&gt;See ya all...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Artz! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-5645873446485742186?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/5645873446485742186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=5645873446485742186&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/5645873446485742186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/5645873446485742186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/artz-is-back-with-some-random-thoughts.html' title='Artz is back with some random thoughts!'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-3638779472992544625</id><published>2009-09-08T16:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:41:47.575+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Glory In Making...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/SqY6XeSPtWI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jrZO6LEuQcw/s1600-h/Moonlight_by_acidxmoose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/SqY6XeSPtWI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jrZO6LEuQcw/s320/Moonlight_by_acidxmoose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Kirti stood there gazing at the moon and her eyes brimming with tears. She worked as a domestic help at the Kapoor’s. A domestic help… that meant no freedom, no education… in short, no life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;She had always thought that her master was a good man. That night was different. He returned home, completely drunk! When all the others in the family had slept, Mr. Kapoor entered Kirti’s room and had sexually assaulted her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;What did I do to deserve such a fate? My mother deserted me when I was four and ever since then I have been struggling… for a living, for a respectable life. They say my mom was a prostitute and call her names. I never wanted to be someone like her and hence, I ran away from all of them. And today again I am at one such juncture in my life… I am being forced in to something that I know will ruin my life forever! Help me lord… and tell me, do you think I deserve this?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;she cried giving rise to a million other questions inside her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;She was sure of at least one thing… she was not weak. She was a fighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;The wind started to blow and the dark clouds made way for the moon to appear. She raised her head to see the moon beaming and smiling at her. She remained perplexed for the next few minutes, unsure of what these signals meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Suddenly she felt a comforting touch on her shoulder. The old lady sat next to Kirti and asked her the reason behind her tears. Kirti told her everything that she witnessed and felt. The old lady patiently listened to everything and she hugged the little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;What is your name my child?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;the old lady enquired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;‘My problem is much bigger right now that these silly things like my name… can you please help me? Anyway, my name is Kirti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;she said feeling irritated and traumatized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;‘Kirti means glory… and there will be a day when the whole world will know you. You are hurt, I understand. But I know you are not weak. Life means struggle… each one of us face it at one point or the other. And trust me, every problem has a solution and your problem has its own.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;The old lady took Kirti with her to the little home that she ran for homeless children. Kirti found a new home where she was made to study, to learn other vocational activities which would help her in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;At times when she felt low and lonely, she would walk to the same place and would gaze at the moon and see moon would be back smiling at her. Kirti had found a new life for herself; she knew it that she would make it big one day! She promised to herself that she would prove everyone wrong who said that a prostitute’s daughter would have to be a prostitute herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Glory in making!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Crossposted from The Writers Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-3638779472992544625?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/3638779472992544625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=3638779472992544625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/3638779472992544625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/3638779472992544625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/glory-in-making.html' title='Glory In Making...'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDRuWvDakFQ/SqY6XeSPtWI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jrZO6LEuQcw/s72-c/Moonlight_by_acidxmoose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-6294032602995447204</id><published>2009-09-04T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:02:08.181+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Random Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright... so I was at Sowmi's Blog when I read this tag and decided to take this up. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4&lt;/strong&gt; – There will be no tears today; just fun, laughter and general happiness, my dear friend... Book : P.S. I LOVE YOU…Author : Cecilia Ahern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can &amp;amp; catch air?&lt;/strong&gt; – Nope…a table calendar! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;/strong&gt; – I saw Channel V…some stupid song…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;/strong&gt; – 10.50 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;/strong&gt; – 10.46 AM (Whoa! Quite close!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/strong&gt; – My mom is screaminggggg! Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;/strong&gt; - Just two hours back… I was at the Chennai Railway Station…came from Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Before you started this Q&amp;amp;As, what did you look at?&lt;/strong&gt; – I looked at Sowmi’s Blog! I love her randomness… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; – Blue Jeans and a Black Tshirt with MJ print! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. When did you last laugh?&lt;/strong&gt; – Few minutes back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/strong&gt; – Nothing… just the paint! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;/strong&gt; – Umm… I have experienced loads of weird feelings! :P :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;/strong&gt; – Shabba! Why so random!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What is the last film you saw?&lt;/strong&gt; – KAMINEY! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;/strong&gt; – Jimmy Choo’s, a bag from Louis Vuitton and shades from Dolce and Gabbana…and, a small house! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Tell me something about you that I dunno!&lt;/strong&gt; – I am a very serious sort of a person… with &lt;em&gt;hey-whom-are-you-messing-with&lt;/em&gt; look on my face! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt; – I would really want the youth to go for politics…am sick and tired of looking at the 50+ doing nothing for the country! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you like to Dance?&lt;/strong&gt; – Lolz… Am a bad dancer. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;/strong&gt; - Aaruhi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;/strong&gt; - Arghya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/strong&gt; – I want to go there for a few years and come back! There can be nothing better than my country…the noises and the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;/strong&gt; – What the FCUK were you upto????? You got me crazy! :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Abhrajit Datta, Anurag, Esther and anyone else who would like to take up this tag! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.: This is a filler. Have been off from the blog world for quite sometime now. Have been travelling so much. I will be back home by Monday! See ya all soon! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-6294032602995447204?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/6294032602995447204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=6294032602995447204&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/6294032602995447204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/6294032602995447204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-tag.html' title='Random Tag'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895466452558632715.post-8283574187968686140</id><published>2009-08-24T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:36:27.120+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>See ya! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Hey my dearest people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Actually... am going to Bangalore day after! :) ... Many things left to do before leaving Delhi... gotta get groceries at home for my aunt, gotta buy medicines, and many other things. So today I plan to finish all the shopping work and tomorrow my dad is coming back... so I will be busy in office and packing my stuff! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Pragmatic Utopia will not be updated for at least the next 10 days!!!!! Sigh! I am going to miss you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Take care all of you... miss me a bit... I will miss you all loads...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Mwah to you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;ARTZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895466452558632715-8283574187968686140?l=peaceencore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/feeds/8283574187968686140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895466452558632715&amp;postID=8283574187968686140&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/8283574187968686140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895466452558632715/posts/default/8283574187968686140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/2009/08/see-ya-d.html' title='See ya! :D'/><author><name>Nyx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00384530455049386902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08950298748782687818'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry></feed>