tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88292047329741278662024-03-10T12:52:46.396-05:00SANDS OF TIMEA place to cuddle my memoriesNeehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-84746981643784425332012-04-14T22:51:00.037-05:002012-04-14T23:52:08.894-05:00You know what!!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><i><br />
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Things that are happening in my life are so disconnected and strange, that I couldn't share them with anyone.Yeah!!!!Believe me, my friend is not going to give me a b'day gift, for which he is angry on me.Doesn't it sound weird??Come on, scream with me 'Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!'.Fucking life.I agree that I might have made a mistake by forcing him to cancel my b'day order coz it's too expensive.Why the hell on Earth, it became so difficult for me to explain that it's for his good.Okay, I agree,it might not be as worthy that we speak about good or bad, still.....I did it for him,for his sake,now I am paying for it.<br />
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My other friend, she is mad at me.Needless to say, she is mad half of her life time for one thing or the other.She yells at me saying 'You can't judge people, why the hell do you judge and give the opinion???'...*Fuck off*..(If you are under 18, please erase this word from your memory/stack or what ever).I had done a favour by searching a room-mate and how am I related if she leaves your room??Yeah, I am wrong in her case, judging 'she is good in nature & smart', so am I your case.<br />
I am too tired of with some people around me, I want to post something that I knew about relations:<br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>Relations are not the one you say, but the one you feel.</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>They are not an option, but an answer.</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>If you leave them once, no matter the reason behind it,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #666666;">It portrays how important the relation is for you.</i></div><br />
My b'day is coming in two days, now I had thousands of problems in my head, including my friend is serious & sad for not giving me a b'day gift.Hell with my life.<br />
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P.S: One good thing about today is 'Aarora', the name I had given to my Teddy. I got one of my b'day gifts today itself :D</div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-61748575564964860492011-12-31T19:56:00.002-06:002011-12-31T19:58:39.922-06:00GoodBye 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">I can't believe it's one year since I came to US, I was so busy pampering me, me and myself all the time. Yeah, life is wonderful this year.Hope it is going to be the same way next year too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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P.S: I am waiting for some good news, wish me good luck.Hope I will soon post about it :)<br />
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</div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-83630674795087505062011-12-25T13:29:00.001-06:002011-12-25T13:31:53.724-06:00Me, Indians, 24 and blah blah..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">If some one asks me about India, I get too excited to tell about how different cultures, traditions differ from place to place, but how all of us posses a commonality.On the other day, Demetar and I were having a chat and he asked me about our educational system, I said that we have some of the best colleges that are recognized world-wide like ISB,IIMs and IITs, getting an admission in those colleges wouldn't be less difficult than getting admission in Wisc. He said that he was glad he didn't come from a place, that had this level of competition.<br />
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After a week, I had Design Of Analysis and Algorithms exam, the toughest course in our college.Doing the assignment given by the professor takes a minimum of three complete days, yet I am not sure I will be able to implement my logic as a formulae and develop an algorithm. But most of the Indians get around 80-90, come on every other member(I mean exclude the Indians) knew that we are copying it from the solutions given in the previous semesters. To some extent this was fine even if a person who figures out the answer using his brain gets 50 marks and we get 80 marks. But what if I say that most of the students used Smart phones to copy in the exam by downloading the material and sending messages(True or False) to others.Shameless. Remember something, if you do some illegal thing when you are abroad , you not only represent yourself but also your country.<br />
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Yes, I felt so embarrassed when the Professor, asked "how the hell did all of you write the algorithm if you can't solve the problem, I exactly gave you the home work problem except I changed the numbers.".And, there comes the comments , "Budde numbers badal diye is kevaste hum lik nay paye"," We are smart, we used smart phones ", "Hey shorty, give us the papers else we will leave ".<br />
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How disgusting , he is highly talented professor who had designed algorithms by himself and we smart Indians who are good at copying call him "shorty","budde". Initially, I felt that the professor is showing slight racism by treating Indians like we don't know anything, yeah it's true we don't know anything except copying and we are the ones due to which the word 'Plagiarism ' became so populuar in US.<br />
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I felt so bad that I lied to Demetar, yeah I shouldn't have boasted about Indians. After knowing that being an undergrad student, he can do far better than most of the final sem grad students.<br />
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Finally done with it!!!!!!!!<br />
Come on, don't even let the thought of 'exams' creep in your mind, I am least bothered about studies for the past few weeks. Yeah, I can't believe how desperate I was to watch all the series.Seriously , I had done "string reversal" problem for around 10 hours while watching the series and you know what, I kept trying to debug the problem while I made a basic mistake, which I didn't realize until I am done with season 6. Oh come on, now don't keep an awkward expression on your face, I knew 'string reversal', but I was so engrossed in the serial, which was finally reflected in my results:(<br />
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P.S : If you wish to say some thing regarding what I wrote about Indians, please don't waste your time. I am an Indian, I feel so bad writing that way. But this is what's going happening around:(</div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-75275682136737153692011-11-25T00:07:00.002-06:002011-11-26T12:43:20.954-06:00He gave me flowers..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><ul><dd style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpopxmYTlQ8yHekBy9m7wbiHbEiMMMtB26nS3w4mBfwwUp5KixRehNrTX8-hVmMccOWwPnMS3GQasfT4_MiJr8myX6ipsu45C5DI3n0jvbHL_3bjRHzzd-n-1cQz7y6zhNd68k2fkTLZs/s1600/img.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpopxmYTlQ8yHekBy9m7wbiHbEiMMMtB26nS3w4mBfwwUp5KixRehNrTX8-hVmMccOWwPnMS3GQasfT4_MiJr8myX6ipsu45C5DI3n0jvbHL_3bjRHzzd-n-1cQz7y6zhNd68k2fkTLZs/s320/img.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I got flowers today. It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.We had our first argument last night and he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.I know that he is sorry and didn't mean to say the things he said - because he sent me flowers today. </dd></ul><ul><dd style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I got flowers today. It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.Last night he threw me into a wall and then started to choke me.It seemed like a nightmare but you wake up from nightmares to find that they aren't real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.I know he must be sorry - because he sent me flowers today. </dd></ul><ul><dd style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></dd><dd style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I got flowers today. And it wasn't Valentines Day or any other special day. Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me.Makeup and long sleeves didn't hide the cuts and bruises this time.I couldn't go to work because I didn't want anyone to know.But I know he is sorry - because he sent me flowers today. </dd></ul><ul><dd style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></dd><dd style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I got flowers today and it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.Last night he beat me again and it was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him what will I do? How will I take care of the kids?What about money? I'm afraid of him and too scared to leave him!But he must be sorry - because he sent me flowers today. </dd></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I got flowers today.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Today was a very special day. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> It was the day of my funeral. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Last night he finally killed me. I was beaten to death. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> If only I would have gathered enough courage and strength to leave him. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So I got flowers today - for the very last time. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">You might like to visit : <a href="http://saynotoviolence.org/">http://saynotoviolence.org/</a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div></div></div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-40181905117121117782011-10-29T12:50:00.002-05:002011-10-31T11:23:50.338-05:00Happy Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">BEST</span></i></b> insurance policy for tomorrow is to make the most productive use of today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">L</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;">f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">e</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">s</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">B</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;">l</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Today I am one of the most happy person, not because I got what I want, but today I found the way to reach my destination.Yes,I am loving programming and the tough competition around me is driving me nuts, still I like to face day-by-day challenges. Life is wonderful,isn't it????</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh honey!!Bewitched by your radiance</div><div style="text-align: center;">Drenched my soul in mixed emotions. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet divine is this intoxication </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lurking behind the inconsistent world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fused are our souls</div><div style="text-align: center;">So hard to rip away from one another.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why did fate bring us together?</div><div style="text-align: center;">If we are not destined eternity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Never know how long it lasts</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the fragrance stays forever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They might still be blossoms </div><div style="text-align: center;">But one day they turn to be flowers on my grave.<br />
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..This post is contradictory to my previous post(Naah!!previous posts).Many have been asking me why I write sad posts?Whats the reason behind it??...Noo I am not dumped by anyone, but you know I love sad stories(Idiot didn't you read my tags??Go and check it out first..so you can know better about me..hurry:P).<br />
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..But due to some requests this time I decided to write a happy post..well the situation suits..Did I mention that I got an assistantship??..Oh no I didn't....well, you can easily guess that my new job is keeping me busy. <i>NOOOOOOOO!! I</i> am not busy with my new job but I am busy with my other old(dy) job.Guess what my supervisor asked me to do??...."Hey can you do me a favor today?Can you please spotlight the dragshow??"......I wanted to scream Nahiiiiiiiiii as if hamari spotlight bahurani's and devrani's sceam : ) ........meanwhile......."and yeah did I mention you that the show lasts till 11:00Pm??.".....*awestruck*..<br />
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..Wowo....all had fun that night *excluding myself*..I was busy in answering the phones.Yeah my friends called me to make fun of the-so-called-great-Student Manager-position:( . Last but not the least, how could I forget to mention mama's reaction.<br />
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Mama : What ..you..in that show??**Ughhhh!!*<br />
Me :Kuch nahi hoga mammaaa..<br />
Mama : What if some one knows that you were in that show?<br />
Me :Kya hoga??<br />
Mama : Kya hoga??Tumhari shaadi nahi hoga..C'mon use sense, girls from reputed families like ours will never attend such functions.<br />
Me : Mama yeh koi function thodi hai,sab ko bhulane keliye aur sab attend karneki..its jus a show..and mama I didn't attend it.Mr.MC asked me to spot light it.It's my job mama.<br />
Mama :Then ask him to do that.<br />
Me : Mamaa..he is my boss, I am not his boss:@<br />
Mama :Okay,leave it.But never do such things again.And don't tell that you saw that show to anyone.I mean anyone.Is that clear??<br />
* Poor mama...how can she forget I am a chatter-box?? *<br />
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My third phone damanged this year,might be due to heat :( (Yeah!!I speak a lot).Why don't Nokia or Sony Ericsson develop cell coolers??<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">From my childhood I love rainy season,I jus want to watch drizzling from windows.Don't know why but I am afraid to drench myself in rain.Today it's raining so hard,not so hard that it can kill some one..but after a long time it made me cry.I forgot about my pants & sat in the grass crying like a child.It's another common day in my life when million memories came flooded.Yes,memories is all I have now, with a tidal wave of sadness.I want to bring the day over and over.But somewhere I know Goodbye's never felt so sweet as they made me feel today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wonder what is life??</div><div style="text-align: center;">Living or letting others live?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Both are on extremities of circle,</div><div style="text-align: center;">That I loose balance when I try to take a step.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish someone would pierce me so hard</div><div style="text-align: center;">That I eventually forget my pain forever</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't understand why pain & pleasure are antonyms</div><div style="text-align: center;">For I feel both are beside me coupling all the time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to be like now or never</div><div style="text-align: center;">For last moments are always a pleasure</div><div style="text-align: center;">And never is an everlasting pain.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want pain or pleasure, but both are extremely dangerous.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am not afraid of anything</div><div style="text-align: center;">For I don't have anything to loose</div><div style="text-align: center;">Except my death,which is the final pleasure.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But for which you need to cross the road of pain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I learned to survive.Yeah!!True man!!I got a job.Not worthy mentioning after such a big wait....But yeah I got it,right??I am a student manager in our University Center.I am not a biggy.Yet I make some bucks every month.I cook,I laundry,I clean,I study(probably 2 hours in 3 days :( ) and I do my shopping too :D . I have a lot of things to do, but you know I am free all the time.Jus for a change I thought of vacuuming my entire apartment.Yeah I had done it & guess what happened??My roomie came and started doing it again.I asked why??She said all the lines are not <i>G-R-I-D</i>, she like them that way.Do you believe guys??I was awestruck.Unfortunately all my roomies are suffering with <i>Obsessive Compulsive Disorder</i>.May god bless their prospective life partners.<br />
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Yeah!!Here is my short conversation with my dearest friend:)<br />
<i>Me : Hey I am asking my parents to send a cheque of X060$, that will be enough na?</i><br />
<i>He : Nope, ask for X100$</i><br />
<i>Me : But why?My fees is X061.66$ and it included insurance too.</i><br />
<i>He : I jus rounded it.</i><br />
<i>Me : I already done that X061.66 to X060,do you see that?</i><br />
<i>He : But 100 at the ending sounds perfect.</i><br />
<i>Me : I am not sure whether I am gonna get back that 40$ or not.</i><br />
<i>He : Still X100 makes a perfect number.</i><br />
<i>Me : Think about it, 40$ that means 1600Rupess(I always have this $-Rupee converter active in my mind:P).Do you think that makes sense?/</i><br />
<i>He : But Numerically we always round the number in the best possible way.Noting makes sense more than this:)</i><br />
<i>Me : Okay. *Mr.Junior Monk*</i><br />
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Thank God.Finally he agreed with me.Wow such a good, funny and great friend.I am sure he will be reading this.So waiting for the reaction:)<br />
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P.S: Watched ZNMD. Guess it didn't reach my expectations :(</div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-8331130836229903542011-07-06T00:07:00.004-05:002011-07-07T16:24:51.672-05:00Something's shuts off permanently...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: orange;">Tanu :</span> "Hey Karthik....whatzz upp??"<br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Karthik :</span> "I haven't changed my mind......I still love you....now stop convincing me, and tell me what do you think??"<br />
<span style="color: orange;">Tanu : </span>"You know some where I am not the same......happy person......some where some things lost control"<span style="color: #6aa84f;">.</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Karthik :</span> "Try to give me a chance, I will take care of you my entire life......but I jus wanna ask you one thing.."<br />
<span style="color: orange;">Tanu :</span> "mmm........bholooo" <br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">Karthik : </span>" Tum mujhse kabhi bhi puri zindagi mein Manu kho jitna pyaar kiya us mein thoda sa bhi mujhe pyaar kar sakthi ho kya??".<br />
<span style="color: orange;">Tanu :</span> "I don't know....". <br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Current track :</span> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpdfFim-VMY">Maula Maula - Awarapan</a></i></div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-70702812885805431072011-06-16T22:45:00.002-05:002011-06-18T00:08:39.991-05:00Day # 14; Day # 15;Day #16;Day# 17<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: #ea9999;">Day # 14: A picture that shows something special about you.</div><br />
I love Mehendi designs.I tried it on my hand,it turned out okay-okay.<br />
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<div style="color: #ea9999;">Day 15 - Put your iPod on shuffle : First 5 songs that play?</div><br />
I still don't have an iPod , thinking of buying an iPod touch or iPhone for thanks-giving deals.<br />
But if you ask me which songs I prefer right now,the list will be<br />
1.Bol Hadippa<br />
2. Iktara - Wake up Sid <br />
3.Chandamama<br />
4.Linkin Park - Numb<br />
5.Gori Teri Aankhen kahe<br />
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<div style="color: #ea9999;">Day # 16 - Current relationship,discuss about it.</div><br />
<div style="color: #6aa84f;"><i>Single.Simple.Superb.</i></div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Day# 17 :</div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Someone you would want to switch your lives with for one day and why?</div><br />
None coz I came to know that we will find happiness in our lives only if we have 'problems' and it's impossible to find anyone in the world without problems.<br />
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</div><span style="color: #3d85c6;">P.S: This project is really sucks!!!!</span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Day # 11:</div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Your zodiac sign and do you think it matches you?</div><div style="color: #76a5af;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #76a5af;">Zodiac sign : Capricorn</div><div style="color: #76a5af;">Planet : Saturn</div><div style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #d5a6bd;">Strengthen keywords :</div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>responsible</li>
<li>patient</li>
<li>ambitious</li>
<li>resourceful</li>
<li>loyal</li>
</ul><div style="color: #d5a6bd;">Weakness keywords</div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>dictorial </li>
<li>inhibited</li>
<li>conceited</li>
<li>distrusting</li>
<li>unimaginative</li>
</ul><div style="color: #93c47d;">Capricorns in Nutshell : </div>You can find these qualities in myself :) <br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Capricorns are very ambitious people, they always have something they are pursuing and they want their lives to be fulfilled and important.</li>
<li>They tend to be in control in a romantic relationship that way they are never vulnerable to another person.</li>
<li>They evaluate everything and they don't take daring chances without weighing the advantages and disadvantages first. </li>
<li> Capricorns make it difficult to get close emotionally because once they let someone in, they do not want to let them go and emotional connection makes them feel vulnerable yet satisfied at the same time. This is an ongoing internal conflict of contradictions inside the Capricorn's mind. </li>
<li>Capricorns are very cautious but this only to survey the situation before leaping in, they will <strike>never</strike> make a hasty jump in:( </li>
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<div style="color: #ea9999;">Day # 12</div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Your favorite season and why?</div><br />
I love 'SPRING' and the beautiful flowers & shades of them.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #ea9999;">Your views on drugs,alcohol and religion.</div><br />
All are the same.<br />
Easiest form of '<i style="color: #93c47d;">suicide</i>'.</div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-9547740022393858362011-06-10T11:29:00.002-05:002011-06-10T23:38:57.133-05:00Day # 08 ; Day # 09 ; Day # 10<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666;">Day # 08</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666;">Short term goals and why?</div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Sharpen my programming skills.</li>
<li>Should try to bake a cake(Do they rhyme? :D).</li>
<li>Need to find part time ASAP.</li>
<li>Visit Phili by the end of this month.</li>
<li>Try to reduce the amount of time I spend on 'Skype'.</li>
<li>Reduce the number of movies I watch daily:(</li>
<li>Should shed around 2-3kgs.</li>
<li>Don't try to use AT & T free minutes as much as possible.They are not going to be dumped by your usage.So stop taking the advantage.</li>
<li>Try to become a vegan, no semi-vegan sounds good right?</li>
<li>Hit a parlor for a hair cut.</li>
<li>Don't wake up till 10 A.M, I hate the beds under my eyes.</li>
<li>Fall asleep by 11P.M.</li>
<li>Do good in speak test & get a TA position.</li>
<li>Finish 30 day challenge so that these memories help you to warm up.</li>
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</div><div style="color: #e06666;">Something you are proud of in the post.</div><br />
Learning to live.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #e06666;">Day # 10</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666;">Songs you listen when you are Sad,Happy,Moody etc.</div><br />
I play songs all the time, irrespective of my mood.It's not that they influence me, but I forget my pains trying to feel the song:P . Here is the list and I am sure I am gonna miss a lot of them.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #38761d;">English : </div>Sexy Naughty Bitch - Tata Young<br />
Grace- Kate Havnevik<br />
La Isla Bonita - Alizee<br />
Rescue me - Rihanna<br />
Here without you - 3 Doors Down<br />
Far away - Nickelback<br />
Open your eyes - Snowpatrol<br />
Listen to your heart - DHT<br />
You and me - Lifehouse<br />
Wherever you will go - The Calling<br />
If you are not the one - Daniel Bendingfield<br />
When you are gone - Avril Lavingue<br />
Everynight in my dreams - Titanic<br />
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</div><div style="color: #38761d;">Hindi : </div>Zindagi mein koi kabhi - Musafir<br />
Pyaar Tune Kya Kiya - PTKK<br />
Mujh ko kudha ne - PTKK<br />
Kehna hai kya - Bombay<br />
Suna Suna Lamha L - Krishna Cottage<br />
Woh Lamhe - Zeher<br />
All Songs - Gangster<br />
Bin Tere Kya- Woh Lamhe <br />
Silsila Yeh Chahath ka - Devdas<br />
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<div style="color: #38761d;">Serials Title Song :)</div>Tere Liye <br />
Kaisa Yeh Pyaar Hai<br />
Kkasam Se<br />
Dil Mil Gaye <br />
Amber Dhara<br />
Pavitra Rishta<br />
Kitna Mohobatt Hai<br />
Kayamath<br />
Kish Desh Mein Hai Mera Dil<br />
Friends <br />
I will keep on uploading this list as I keep watching new ones.....</div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-84112767214223364562011-06-07T11:11:00.003-05:002011-06-07T11:15:11.211-05:00Day # 05 ; Day # 06 ; Day # 07<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="color: #e06666;">Day # 05 :</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666;">A picture of somewhere you have been to</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div>This pic is taken by me during our north trip.I would do anything to go back there & visit some must-see places which we missed do to our so called perfect schedule.The most worst part is we went to Agra & missed Taj Mahal, we went to Dwaraka & missed Lord Krishna's temple.Believe me there isn't a person who didn't ROFL when we said about our trip.The best part is all of us are of same age, so we rocked ; music & dances all the time:).<br />
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</tbody></table>That trip made me visit Delhi for the first time in my life.I couldn't forget how one girl , much younger than me bargained & how I used to pray to god that she should appear before billing the dresses. The weather Simla had was awfully cold & for a split second I thought it would be better to kill myself than spending one more night there.Idiosyncrasy. I always remember those days, that made me forget who I am.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #e06666;">Favorite Superhero and why??</div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div>I love fantasy movies. If I am asked a superhero I would mention 'Harry Potter'. All my childhood I spent waiting for the next sequel of Harry Potter. The things that makes Harry so special is not only his special gifts, but his scar, his value for his friends ,his skills and so on.I wish I had such a wand, so with swish all my problems would vanish away.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #e06666;">Day # 07</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #e06666;">A picture of some thing that has biggest impact on you.</span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;">I don't know why but this picture had been on my desktop for ages.</div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;">Whenever I feel upset,I feel better looking at her.</div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;">This might be due to her innocent eyes & radiating smile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">How little does she know that fate has something else in her store.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #93c47d;"><i><b>1.Golgappas:</b></i></div>Hello I am Neeha.*shaking hands*.Glad to meet you.Now let me introduce myself, I am the girl who loves to eat golgappa's for the breakfast,lunch,snacks & dinner.Yes, I can survive on golgappas my entire life. But I am not that fortune coz my momma never lets me eat them. Still I sneakily used to have them at least four times a week.<br />
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This is my all time favorite combination :<br />
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and you know the process went for around one hour. So then I decided not to shop for perfumes.I mean never with a company(that too who wants to present it to her boyfriend) in my lifetime.<br />
Here are some of the things which I love shopping :)<br />
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<div style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>A habit that you wish you didn't have:</b></i></span></div><br />
Emmmmmmm, I am damn persistent & stubborn. In addition, I am good at giving explanation in such a way that makes the other person think about 'Zandu Balm'. Almost any person who is close to me pin-pointed this to me.<br />
Explanation sucks, I can never predict what the other person is thinking about me. So I try convincing them until I am able to read a 'shut-up' symbol on the other person. You know it becomes difficult while it's a telephonic conversation, you know I can't read their minds I can read their faces only :P<br />
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<div style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>The meaning behind your blog name.</b></i></span></div><div style="color: #ea9999;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="color: black;">Just now I changed my</span> blog name from '<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: orange;">It's my life</span>'</span> to '<span style="color: orange;">SANDS OF TIME</span>',I am confused what should be the new one 'Sands of time' or '<span style="color: orange;">Persistent Moi</span>'.Finally I decided 'SANDS OF TIME'. From googling I came to know that '<i>The sands of time is an idiom meaning that time runs out either through something reaching an end or through a person's death. It comes from the sand used in hourglasses, an ancient way of measuring time</i>'.But the main reason why I changed the title is I believe memories cannot be stolen & with the help of this blog I can take snapshots of my feelings & possessions so that when today is gone, tomorrow I will have something to hold & cuddle with me.</div>By the way which title do you like guys??<br />
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</div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-20949730314095056822011-06-01T22:38:00.004-05:002011-06-02T10:04:47.297-05:0030 day challenge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Today while blogging I found something interesting, 30-day challenge. I thought that would be fun & started taking it, so hope one day all of you too will take it up.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But I promise myself(which means I promise you) not to reveal any of my pictures.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">*Stop feeling bad, I think i will post my wedding pics..So wait for it :) *</div><div style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">A recent picture <strike>of you </strike> you had taken and 15 interesting facts about yourself.</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">I seriously don't know the meaning of interesting, coz everything around me seems so boring to me:( </span></span></span></span></div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> This is when I am preparing for my sem examz.I love my room this way:)</span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">1.I am a day-to-day struggler, trying so hard to please myself and people around me.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">2.I like to have ice-cream when it rains.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">3.I am not good at starting conversation, esp with strangers & so-far relatives.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">4.I cry while watching serials/pictures/reading novels where a heroine/hero dumps the other & later falls in love with other person, and realizes their previous love is an infatuation. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">5.I believe in ghosts/spirits & I will call some one in India if I had to step out of my room in the night.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">6.I like to watch sad songs & write dull poems all the time.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">7.I have had my heart-broken after watching 'Yaadein' & remembering he was married:P</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">8.I had number of friends, but many let me down in difficult situations & never understood me.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">9.I am not 'beauty conscious', at least not to the extent people think I am.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">10.I was missed twice & so my mom never let me to step out of the house alone(excluding college, that too most of the time I had a friend with me).</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">11.Many of my friends tell me, I behave 'childish'.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">12.One day I love to visit Venice,Mt.Abu & Lahore(I don't know why but I like the word 'Lahore').</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">13.I always think I would have studied well if I am placed in Hogwarts.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">14.If I loose impression once, it's hard for me to mingle with them again.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">15.I love making fun of my sister, she reacts too fast & gets annoyed easily:)</span></span></span></span></div></div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-16452619297442616562011-05-30T13:49:00.002-05:002011-06-02T10:02:39.722-05:00An ordinary girl<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I am unlucky,You know that...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But I am lucky,I know that...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I lost my life & came to know what life is....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I value it & want live it up to my expectations...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I may not be the same again,never mind....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I am ready to face ups and downs in the roller-coaster ride known as 'life',</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I don't need your help ,to heal my wounds...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just leave me the way I am...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">'Stop hurting me any more'.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Your truly,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">An ordinary girl with extraordinary love for you.</span></div></div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-36756904703188944432011-05-25T23:59:00.002-05:002011-05-26T08:33:45.200-05:00It's not an ordinary day..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So the bad news is Tornado hit Missouri on May 24h,2011. Today it's our KC's turn , so I am bit tensed,nervous and excited.I was so busy reading MONK novel ,simultaneously chit-chatting with a friend completely ignorant about the siren indicating Tornado alert.Suddenly my door bell rang and I completely realized the situation is bit critical , all of us ran to the basement.I called to India, terrified them to hell.After some time when everything is fine, I went back and stared cooking broccoli-&-tomato, guess what??It's delicious :) .<br />
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Then I went to my friend's house and feasted on Chicken specials while watching the Kisna's movie.The plot of the movie is so simple or I don't want to exaggerate it, so I would come to point directly for those who didn't watch the movie.<br />
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<i>Kisna had a childhood friend Cathy(foreigner) , who returns to their village after years.Lakshmi loves Kisna & wants to marry him.Both get engaged.In between you have some fights between Indians and British.People decide to kill Cathy, Kisna while rescuing her , realizes they share much more strong bond than friendship.But at the end he says that its his responsibility to go back to Lakshmi.At the end Lakshmi says that she realized (Late)Kisna never loved her , his love belongs to Cathy alone.Cathy too says the same.</i><br />
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Now I have few questions, please give me your opinions:<br />
1.Don't you think it would have been better if he had spend the rest of his life with Cathy?<br />
2.Guys do you really believe love happens only once??<br />
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Now let me tell you my opinions:<br />
1.Cathy would have been better,Lakshmi would die in pain realizing Kisna had never loved her, jus stayed with her...which are as different as heaven and hell.<br />
2.What happens once in our life, happens again.This universe is infinitely large & extends to infinity in both extremes.So have faith,every thing happens twice including love.<br />
I heard this in 'Bones' show.Somehow, I could never agree to this.I bet any person on this earth could never convince me,I am so stubborn right??<br />
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<i>Hope the souls of people who lost their lives coz of Tornado may rest in peace.</i></div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-78980577085856478332011-05-19T10:29:00.015-05:002011-05-19T10:54:02.288-05:00Doomed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">There's never a day in the past,that you didn't think of me,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I never knew I was lucky.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There's never a day in my present,that I didn't think of you,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I never knew I was cursed.<br />
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I never knew anything,<br />
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Never realized how close we are,<br />
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Never fathomed how strong our bond is,<br />
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Never recognized how special you are,<br />
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But today I knew my life is doomed without you.<br />
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I also knew you deserve some one better than me.<br />
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Have a great life,<br />
My love.<br />
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P.S:I just penned whatever came into my mind,with few modifications.Hope you like it.<br />
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P.P.S : I am busy these days watching 'BONES'.I watch some 7-8 shows daily, that's how I am spending my holidays.Boring right??Still I love it:P<br />
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According to Lucky's psychology, if you see a female who longs to be with a male but refuses to admit openly of what she feels. When she is afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that her feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But he can recognize her feelings by seeing her conscious effort to be connected with him even if he hurts her slowly within. This is called Love.<br />
*It works out the same way by interchanging genders.* <br />
(Modified from Freud's Philosophy of human beings:))<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>My results are out.I got 3.9/4:)<br />
I am chooooo happy and I am grateful to Lucky for helping me with my Client-Server Projects.Here's a small gift Lucky.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJJn6Bl6SDsuvBqYXryV87uJqq3YOmqUQ1L1IW184bz5gi4bb9ZLrSKVuDUkhkFD8Pc2Rnl7J5Rv4LVECF_ZseaWW5-YU2sh-gbOhaKibuaSJ1Hxg6i9awMTtrHblcaM1wH7v49ww1jw/s1600/HardPkVariety.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJJn6Bl6SDsuvBqYXryV87uJqq3YOmqUQ1L1IW184bz5gi4bb9ZLrSKVuDUkhkFD8Pc2Rnl7J5Rv4LVECF_ZseaWW5-YU2sh-gbOhaKibuaSJ1Hxg6i9awMTtrHblcaM1wH7v49ww1jw/s320/HardPkVariety.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Girls like Chocolates & boys love Ice-creams, your saying or whatever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But its funny.Lollll<br />
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Order Mocha-Frappuccino.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4h08zYgQxxPpitqB4AC9NPC_KgxDDyXHPdYOKRtSh18wrd7AYnlMLdcOECiBCx9PvB_7fZxY3lJstoSFfDcm9AEq_K9VWiXTlUxlqOusH6b5vvEKhcbSZjQAjB8LPKWzhVQhfhvl-pg/s1600/forever_friends_gifts_product.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4h08zYgQxxPpitqB4AC9NPC_KgxDDyXHPdYOKRtSh18wrd7AYnlMLdcOECiBCx9PvB_7fZxY3lJstoSFfDcm9AEq_K9VWiXTlUxlqOusH6b5vvEKhcbSZjQAjB8LPKWzhVQhfhvl-pg/s320/forever_friends_gifts_product.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay,now I am giving you the best gift.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's be forever friends.So next time we have a fight, head for me and tail for you.Toss the coin & mail me if it's head,then I will talk to you first.If it's tail, you have to approach me first.</div></div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829204732974127866.post-28090404785885136672011-04-26T20:39:00.002-05:002011-04-27T00:09:09.380-05:00No more Social Networking:(<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I am generally a tech-savvy(or I like to think it that way) & always addicted to FB,Orkut & Twitter.I love my orkut account , but trend shifted to FB and that's what made me to create a Face Book account I am never attached to it , the way I am attached to my blog/Orkut. Yet these social-networking sites help me a lot when I feel lonely(That's what I feel most of the time).But I don't know why I deleted my Orkut , Twitter & de-activated my FB account last week.<br />
How does this sound ?? *wierddd??*<br />
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Hey by the way do you have the habit of writing a diary??<br />
One of the happy movements of my day are when I write the words<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">'<span style="color: #e06666;">Dear Diary</span><span style="color: #ea9999;">,</span>'.</div>P.S : My life is terrible right now.No part-time job.Projects sucking.Screwed up the exam.Shit life!!!!!!!!!!!!</div>Neehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17247446534255356437noreply@blogger.com17