<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700</id><updated>2011-10-29T17:01:54.603+05:30</updated><category term='Experiences'/><category term='voter id'/><category term='Perspective of life'/><category term='nisha bday'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='2 states'/><category term='KKR'/><category term='crush'/><category term='IPL'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Scribblings'/><category term='Fwd'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Sms'/><category term='Old friend'/><category term='Elections'/><category term='USA'/><category term='Onam'/><category term='life'/><category term='meetngreet'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='Scribbling'/><category term='Coffee day'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='tags'/><category term='event management'/><category term='August'/><category term='story sunday'/><category term='Chennai'/><category term='Fake player'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='History'/><category term='Personalities'/><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='fear'/><category term='gajini'/><category term='photo friday'/><category term='musings'/><category term='love'/><category term='college life'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='splitsvilla'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>BrainDump</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-8557015394014139439</id><published>2010-05-26T21:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:24:26.495+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/S_1Dak5knxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/etRUcr8fZCE/s1600/HappyBirthday8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/S_1Dak5knxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/etRUcr8fZCE/s400/HappyBirthday8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475606845813202706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u have a great life... this is the only way i can wish.. sorry..n happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-8557015394014139439?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8557015394014139439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=8557015394014139439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8557015394014139439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8557015394014139439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope-u-have-great-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/S_1Dak5knxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/etRUcr8fZCE/s72-c/HappyBirthday8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4524036694879925389</id><published>2010-04-05T23:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:38:04.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Y me?</title><content type='html'>Y everybody have to choose me, pamper me n leave me all sobbed up... its not d first time...though it hurts..y me? y u ve to pick me in d half of most worlds population n let me down.. I trust every time completely.. every minute i think is memorable but all i get is  days of cryin.. Y me???????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-4524036694879925389?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4524036694879925389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4524036694879925389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4524036694879925389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4524036694879925389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2010/04/y-me.html' title='Y me?'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-7491931475754063459</id><published>2010-03-18T08:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:30:26.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many people in our lives that we take it for granted. Some even i consider i know them very well.. Some we spend almost the entire life with them and one day its like waking up from a dream and finding out they are not the person we thought. they are not the same person we think we know everything about. i read this stupid thing somewhere treat people like how they treat you.. i dnt even know in what sense this is related to me. but it just struck my mind that i dont even understand a lot of people in my life right now..are they d same person i judged them to be or its all just a mask..  surely life is full of twists and turns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-7491931475754063459?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7491931475754063459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=7491931475754063459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/7491931475754063459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/7491931475754063459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-so-many-people-in-our-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5623384174184489784</id><published>2010-03-04T17:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:02:24.905+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/S4-oTKCyrCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7BdeD05dAe8/s1600-h/fggggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/S4-oTKCyrCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7BdeD05dAe8/s400/fggggg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444755521581263906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/8052671934124024700-5623384174184489784?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5623384174184489784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=5623384174184489784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5623384174184489784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5623384174184489784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/S4-oTKCyrCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/7BdeD05dAe8/s72-c/fggggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-6365457397943932230</id><published>2009-12-31T21:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:11:31.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SzzF89tDZ_I/AAAAAAAAATk/TZ19tLJuuOg/s1600-h/HappyNewYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SzzF89tDZ_I/AAAAAAAAATk/TZ19tLJuuOg/s400/HappyNewYear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421425702593587186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SzzF4gpMUfI/AAAAAAAAATc/NzjJvffTpi0/s1600-h/2010newyear_colour.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SzzF4gpMUfI/AAAAAAAAATc/NzjJvffTpi0/s400/2010newyear_colour.preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421425626073289202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To all my friends,family n everyone else out there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-6365457397943932230?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6365457397943932230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=6365457397943932230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6365457397943932230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6365457397943932230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SzzF89tDZ_I/AAAAAAAAATk/TZ19tLJuuOg/s72-c/HappyNewYear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-793455294874599888</id><published>2009-12-31T11:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:42:48.915+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy Bday!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Szw-blP5hJI/AAAAAAAAATU/UN2SRLGtWxI/s1600-h/bir"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Szw-blP5hJI/AAAAAAAAATU/UN2SRLGtWxI/s400/bir" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421276695023420562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Szw-W7ZnahI/AAAAAAAAATM/Faonqge98b0/s1600-h/birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Szw-W7ZnahI/AAAAAAAAATM/Faonqge98b0/s400/birth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421276615070411282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;To  the guy whose birthday falls on the last day of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HAppy birthday SURESH LAKSHMANAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Side by side or miles apart&lt;br /&gt;True friends are always close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're turning five or fifty-three&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm a true friend because you're here beside me&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, right now, on your special day&lt;br /&gt;So lets give a cheer for you, hip, hip, hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o the world, you may be one person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But to me, you are the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember that your best years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are still ahead of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For every up down and in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On your special day and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;may love and joy surround you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because you bring such happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to everyone around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday once again!!! N thanks for everything you have done for me.!! hope we ll be friends forever!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/8052671934124024700-793455294874599888?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/793455294874599888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=793455294874599888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/793455294874599888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/793455294874599888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-bday.html' title='Happy Bday!!!!!!'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Szw-blP5hJI/AAAAAAAAATU/UN2SRLGtWxI/s72-c/bir' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-3760204498983291041</id><published>2009-12-25T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:51:02.765+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I.T - cute one!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SzRnxdb4zTI/AAAAAAAAASs/s40eV6BSyNo/s1600-h/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SzRnxdb4zTI/AAAAAAAAASs/s40eV6BSyNo/s400/securedownload.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419070351046397234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-3760204498983291041?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3760204498983291041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=3760204498983291041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3760204498983291041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3760204498983291041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-cute-one.html' title='I.T - cute one!!!!'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SzRnxdb4zTI/AAAAAAAAASs/s40eV6BSyNo/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1488917652383989580</id><published>2009-12-19T15:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:34:37.152+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>To Nisha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Isn't it amazing how life never fails to surprise us with its topsy-turvying circumstances?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do I really want to do what I think I want to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Suddenly I am asking myself this question because it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;time of my life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That time when everybody has to decide what do they really want to do in life, where do they really want to go n blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life is not about the times that you BREATHE. Its about the times that TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;Once upon time I guess I should start referring that way coz it seems that old.I used to be so cheerful n bright.Though I m more better in every single other thing but lacking that cheerfulness turns everything  down.When my friends started asking about this I didn’t care. When my parents asked I was not bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Does everything end in life if we don’t get what we want.Or if our beliefs turn wrong.Wondering why I had changed so much?I didn’t find an answer. Thats the lie I have been telling myself. My heart knows why this is all happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Only thing is accepting the reality is always tough. I didn’t deal with things when I had too. I couldn’t .I simply replaced things. But even when the replacement fails us and specially when you don’t have any more replacements or substitutes that’s when you’re like this. At least like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I used to wonder often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Probably whether I  became more  worldly wise, street smart and savvy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There r moments when I don’t know whether they r real or anybody else feel the way I feel.But whatever it is  I need to deal with this and certainly my best friend has helped me do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;When you're down,and the world seems dark and empty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Your forever friend lifts you up in spirit.And that’s wat she did. Thanks a lot.You mean a great deal to me n never felt this close to u.I don’t take time or anything to tell u this considering I have never told you really mean a lot to me.I also take a minute here to apologize for all the odd behavior or anything done against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1488917652383989580?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1488917652383989580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1488917652383989580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1488917652383989580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1488917652383989580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-nisha.html' title='To Nisha'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5478520684357190358</id><published>2009-12-01T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:12:17.545+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ten years later, they’re still together…&lt;br /&gt;The Girl in the Mirror&lt;br /&gt;She looks at herself in the full length mirror that hangs from her bedroom wall. &lt;br /&gt;Completely naked and exposed, yet confident.&lt;br /&gt; She’s older than she was five years ago, but feels much younger. &lt;br /&gt;And she thinks momentarily about the different men who held her in front […]&lt;br /&gt;Marc N Angel!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-5478520684357190358?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5478520684357190358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=5478520684357190358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5478520684357190358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5478520684357190358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-years-later-theyre-still-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-583325141701199182</id><published>2009-11-11T13:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:16:55.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/i_can_spot_empty_flattery_and_know_exactly_where/222178.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can spot empty flattery and know exactly where I stand. In the end it's really only my own approval or disapproval that means anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;”&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-583325141701199182?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/583325141701199182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=583325141701199182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/583325141701199182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/583325141701199182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-spot-empty-flattery-and-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2316358480902116808</id><published>2009-11-06T01:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:10:25.565+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot..i gt my results n i did clear after all.. hopefully i do the same this tym too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-2316358480902116808?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2316358480902116808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=2316358480902116808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2316358480902116808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2316358480902116808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-almost-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-661156699285899967</id><published>2009-11-06T00:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:05:58.958+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 states'/><title type='text'>Updates n 2 states..</title><content type='html'>To start of with-2 states the story of my marriage....Normally, Im not the book review types- atleast not blog about it. But this book was so good, I couldnt help myself.I picked up 2 states…by Chetan Bhagat (5 point someone fame)  The book has a very simple premise as mentioned in the blurb. ..Boy loves Girl, Girl loves boy, they get married, but in India ...the boy+girl+families from both sides gotta love everyone else ...remotely connected for it to work out. ...CB has played out the characters smartly with a role reversal ( Boy is from North –punjab &amp;amp; girl is Tam Bram) which well seems to be the opposite in most cases in reality[talking out of experience] ... From the meeting in a B School to juggling high flying corporate careers and weird families..Reading about the exaggerated stereotyping of South Indians was a little insulting [cb mentioned its nt to insult but still..]and amusing at the same time. I couldn’t help but agree with the observations made....‘Knowledge is what Tam Brams seek...Education is the highest honour’ to ‘ Dark and Mustached and Rajini worshipping’. The scenes of a punjabi struggling in chennai – autos/no non veg/no beer + ultra conservative had me smiling the entire time. ..there is a scene in Ratna Stores – the beloved wholesale utlity store,the loyola college location to the guindy iit...the karpagambal mandapam.. famous for the brams..mylapore.. thrown in to complete the Chennai experience...there has been an excess family drama thrown in for good measure, mother vs girlfriend will make the concerend reader squirm endlessly....  the romance between the two is brought out very neatly with of course the physical intimacy teasingly left to the readers imagination.[:P] i m quite imaginative..Girls would melt on antics don by the protagonist to win over the family of the his girlfriend.. Guys would be up the entire night having to listen to their girlfriends on the above. Boy takes tuitions for girls brother for IIT coaching at 5 in the morning..man what some guys do to get a girl..Id sacrifice 5 years of my life rather than getting up at 5 in the morning.... unless there was another book like this to read or something! I deliberately don’t want to give away the plot, its fairly simple... but wish to highlight that this book will closely connect to so many people out here in India who face the same issue that the couple face in the book.Sply ppl out der in my college...  The beauty of the book is the way it is handled sply the english is simple...n i ve never laughed so much for a book..sply the part where the kasi yatra is done..n those mickey mouse dancing..lol.. ananya loves disney characters.. My god..My favourite book ever.. I actually found myself looking for clues on how to deal with such issues from the book ....like im sure a lot of guys in the boys place would..Highly engrossing and very lump-in-throat.... this book is a winner from the page 1. ....Would make a great gift to your someone special and a good hint hint book too  .....Highly Recommended Reading.  Dedicated to everyone who went through what Krish and Anaya went through Need I say more?Guess u guys understood i m so in love with this book.. n wit udhayanidhi stalin..he's so cute.. cant help myself..lol.. I drank bacardi..it just tasted like lemonade..heard its gt 20% alchohol though..n btw i gt a sound sleep after that waking up early heading to college to get my hall ticket wit a terrible headache.. I am so gonna get screwed btw...exams n havent touched my buks yet...i m supposed to b studying nw instead of blogging.. n theres lot to update here though..its been ages i miss blogging, i miss my frends,i miss my life..i dnt wanna sound all crappy but really wish everythng wud be normal.. how hard it is to meet ppl's eyes n talk when u have so much in your heart to tell them but you know you shouldnt n cant.. trust me..its real hard..n u run out of speeches.. hope it doesnt continue for long..u know i sumtyms evn get to thinking that ppl r betraying but then i m nt that bad chooser..everything has a solution n i ve decided time is the best solution for this.. n coming to updates..i got a psp.. dnt even know y.. by d way i m taking up driving classes..promised myself i wud get a car next yr.. hopefully..may b finally..lol.. n window shopping wit nisha..fun as always[thnks nish,luv ya]... Skywalk mall..its a real cool place..cant wait to watch a movie wit her der..n i like that food debit crds..its a lot easier..had a gud tym there. When relationships take a tym off n its tym to decide stuff..how d hell do u ve to understand that ppl r avoiding.. r they busy? or really avoiding? i dunno how to judge or even i hve to judge.. i never had problems like these before..I started missing bharath a lot..i wish he's here.. he always helped me wit my decisions.. n i miss him d most wen i need some one to tak to..n i am gonna stop complaining n  i btr get bk to my dreaming session wit my buks... i am gonna try n be gud n cheerful..i m better than this... i can be better than this.. time is the best healer..!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-661156699285899967?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/661156699285899967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=661156699285899967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/661156699285899967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/661156699285899967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-n-2-states.html' title='Updates n 2 states..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5341610160182131951</id><published>2009-09-05T12:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:26:58.728+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SqILpgCf0qI/AAAAAAAAASc/ljGLhwjk1Qs/s1600-h/Project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SqILpgCf0qI/AAAAAAAAASc/ljGLhwjk1Qs/s400/Project.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377873712636744354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-5341610160182131951?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5341610160182131951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=5341610160182131951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5341610160182131951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5341610160182131951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SqILpgCf0qI/AAAAAAAAASc/ljGLhwjk1Qs/s72-c/Project.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-725180360399292652</id><published>2009-08-16T16:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:19:42.397+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a lazy weekend wanting to rest n couldn do it really for some reason.Ok here is my confusion.I dunnno y i m confused.i seemed to be happy n filled with joy.But somehow there is something which puts me off. I try to realize it n make myself feel better..But i fail each time.I tried talking to friends n for every reason i dont know.May b i think there is really nothing but still y am i not excited or not enthusiastic which i usually am.Whatever..i need to figure this out.N i keep thinking i need to do this n here i am still trying.. Bday was over.. It was gud day.Thnkz to nish[sry couldn take u out] aadhi,joel[sply for the teddybear] anbu[ll neva forget that u slept],n d two ppl who wished me first.. Love you guys.. Made it my day.Ok i have read this shiv kera book"you can win" like two yrs bak.. N this bday i got it as a present..Its different wen i read it now.. Is it that really i m grown up??lol..Had a blasting day at coll..Thnks to my seniors..[ i ll miss u guys] N thnkz to moni n sindhu..who got stuck up wit me for most of the day.Ok now i feel better than i was while starting this post..Hear that coll is giving a week of hols coz of swine flu..wish its true..Fingers crossed..My ipod is really helping me out so much these days..I can live with out a cell phone..not without the ipod..Thats d condition now.. Hate that i cant take it to the coll..i really miss it..N i owe it to the person who got me..Thnk u.. N btw i wanna start something new..something lyk a class or some hobby..suggestions r welcome..just to keeep me regular..Internals r over n this week will b getting my marks.. i ve done it pretty decent well including the cheating part.. N i need to congratulate MONICAA.. that girl is really awesome.. i m getting to know her these days pretty well n i m liking her..Wish we could b gud[best] friends.. post is getting longer n boring..so i ll saybye here.. got relational algebra n a messed up room to work on..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-725180360399292652?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/725180360399292652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=725180360399292652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/725180360399292652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/725180360399292652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-lazy-weekend-wanting-to-rest-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2024035993741349880</id><published>2009-08-11T20:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:28:51.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendship day celebrations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTJ7uMctI/AAAAAAAAASU/bjMJWQrjyPE/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTJ7uMctI/AAAAAAAAASU/bjMJWQrjyPE/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368734029661893330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats d best feature of our classroom..the classroomwide balcony...N thats nazeem,aravind,anand n atul swallowing the cake pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTJAL46VI/AAAAAAAAASM/9F4gTLSCOMM/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTJAL46VI/AAAAAAAAASM/9F4gTLSCOMM/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368734013680314706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teachers having the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTI9jK6OI/AAAAAAAAASE/yO_opTnrbls/s1600-h/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTI9jK6OI/AAAAAAAAASE/yO_opTnrbls/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368734012972656866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moni cutting the cake into pieces to distribute...n thats d teachers of bioinfo dept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTIaxPo3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/N5lTtNn-W4g/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTIaxPo3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/N5lTtNn-W4g/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368734003636446066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shankar sir cutting the cake on friendship day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTH_Dbe8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/MRsSvgKpYjE/s1600-h/IMG_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTH_Dbe8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/MRsSvgKpYjE/s320/IMG_0926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368733996196527042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys sitting at the entrance of the balcony...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-2024035993741349880?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2024035993741349880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=2024035993741349880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2024035993741349880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2024035993741349880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendship-day-celebrations.html' title='Friendship day celebrations...'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SoGTJ7uMctI/AAAAAAAAASU/bjMJWQrjyPE/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5566840850037920046</id><published>2009-07-19T23:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:00:02.659+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read a line somewhere which affected me appropriately at the right moment of my life.And I thought it was good to share here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;உன் நட்பு என்னும் சிறையில் சிக்கி கொண்டேன், தவறுகள் செய்தால் தண்டித்து விடு..., ஆனால் விடுதலை மட்டும் செய்துவிடாதே.&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"&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/8052671934124024700-5566840850037920046?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5566840850037920046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=5566840850037920046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5566840850037920046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5566840850037920046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-read-line-somewhere-which-affected-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2546902220856917762</id><published>2009-07-13T00:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:52:57.245+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sms'/><title type='text'>The SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I always liked a fwded msg.I had it stored n each tym i do i lose d mobile.But i feel like i need to put that down in my blog today dunno ?.Sply today.Its just a fwd n i dont even learn anything form that.Its just i like it but its weird that i am thinking it to post here. Anyway i ll figure it out soon.Hope atleast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life’s like having a cup of tea. U sit by the window, lift d cup n take a careless sip, only 2 realize, somebody 4got 2 put the sugar. Lazy to go 4 it, u somehow struggle through the sugarless cup of tea till u discover undissolved sugar crystals sitting at the bottom. That’s life&lt;/b&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/8052671934124024700-2546902220856917762?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2546902220856917762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=2546902220856917762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2546902220856917762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2546902220856917762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/07/sms.html' title='The SMS'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-930027011819899319</id><published>2009-07-13T00:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:49:07.494+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nisha bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Happy Bday Lessssshhhhh!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;After a long tym i m posting thats coz its nish's bday today..I m happy that she is my best friend on earth wateva happens..Happy Bday nish!!! i love you so much!! Ur the best thing ever happened to me who ll stay ever with me.I don't even remeber how *we got to b frends may b thatsy we r still together..I owe it to the science project we did to together that made us close. though i dont talk to her much nor text her she is always my best.Being a friend is not about just sharing a joke,a conversation,or going shopping.It means sharing a honest and true part of yourself which she always did.I promise her i ll always b there for her the same way.Many more happy returns of the day.its just another day of the year.But the best day of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;A Birthday is A Million Moments, Each holding A Promise Of Fulfillment Of UR Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Slo2ts6VvpI/AAAAAAAAARs/1yezKfOPQ0A/s1600-h/happy_birthday_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Slo2ts6VvpI/AAAAAAAAARs/1yezKfOPQ0A/s320/happy_birthday_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357654865488494226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Slo2tuxNmMI/AAAAAAAAARk/myjNuKfgh7g/s1600-h/HappyBirthdayToYouTodayLyrics2_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Slo2tuxNmMI/AAAAAAAAARk/myjNuKfgh7g/s320/HappyBirthdayToYouTodayLyrics2_450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357654865987082434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Happy birthday once again sweety!!!! i love you so much!!!! Muaaaaahhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-930027011819899319?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/930027011819899319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=930027011819899319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/930027011819899319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/930027011819899319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-bday-lessssshhhhh.html' title='Happy Bday Lessssshhhhh!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Slo2ts6VvpI/AAAAAAAAARs/1yezKfOPQ0A/s72-c/happy_birthday_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1586511055422252628</id><published>2009-06-19T00:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:35:39.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splitsvilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Rekindled Friendships..&amp; lot more..</title><content type='html'>Well here i am..Exams almost over..[no comments] i ve one today at 10.00 and i am in no mood to study..Its been like i ve been out of the blogosphere. What is it lately with guys i don't know.. What is it with all my x xxxxx xxxx crushes coming back with a warm welcome note.. Okay guys u need to slow down.. Too much of anything is not good not for me..How come all the guys in my life disappear and at the same time reappear.. The problem is not reappearing but why at the same time.. Any way bored of that..most of them dont look the same way they used too..so out of the crush list..speaking of crushes..Whats wrong with the splitsvilla??? anybody plz answer me..what the heck is siddarth and sakshi going to do in a show on mtv..?? Joanna looks damn sexier than the *****.Mohit is lot more hottttttt than siddarth???[common gals siddarth with his teeth n yukk..!!! i cant even compare] The finalae..i didnt like it much..!! Joanna was damn sexier n ofcourse she danced liked a professional dancer!! t'was not fair..!!! i am not gonna watch mtv..oops cant do that may b splitsvilla anymore if there is a next season.n sonel of roadies 5.0 is back in fast and the gorgeous..!!! N there's one more interesting thing..I lost my wallet n phone Again.Guess where ... is easy the same place!!! Ma college!!! i wasnt lazy this time to get the same number.i did it pretty much the same evening!i think i need to stop this n go on with kirchoff's law and ohms law!! May be i ll get a life if i do that!! So adios!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1586511055422252628?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1586511055422252628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1586511055422252628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1586511055422252628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1586511055422252628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/06/rekindled-friendships.html' title='Rekindled Friendships..&amp; lot more..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-421638567855012457</id><published>2009-06-03T14:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:47:42.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness is just one shade, there are so many other variations of feeling good.And you just know there are certain things u would love to do and u know it for sure that it would make you feel good.one such thing is this post about.Power shut down and i couldn stay indoors.I went to the terrace seeing people already there in a conversation i joined them.The clock was ticking ,voices becoming slow and sleepy.Soon i was the only one left.Since i was bored of texting i started listening to the ipod. I just lay down on my back.Omg.. i realized i had always wanted to do that and there i was  gazing into the dark sky with shining stars above me.What a beautiful night it was!! The moon covered by the passing clouds.The breeze blowing my hair all over my face.Between intervals airplanes passing by with their flickering lights.Letting my imagination run wild i discovered various cartoons,persons, animals including a dragon in those misty clouds.My feet tapping to the rthym of the song i was listening, the wind blowing and i could never ask for better moment of life than that.It was a great feeling.It was amazing.Peaceful.I felt like i had experienced something new.The feeling of silence,peace,the music,the chill breeze,dark sky everything was great.It was more than happiness could give. I've heard through out my life that you CAN find happiness or good in all things regardless. But that idea, I think, is just a way for many people to deal with the grief stricken times or things in life.If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-421638567855012457?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/421638567855012457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=421638567855012457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/421638567855012457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/421638567855012457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness-is-just-one-shade-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-6318708230375624805</id><published>2009-05-28T22:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:24:28.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Stress Buster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sh7BgqjsEDI/AAAAAAAAARc/-FuveLzjojU/s1600-h/crb434003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340918975031939122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sh7BgqjsEDI/AAAAAAAAARc/-FuveLzjojU/s320/crb434003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sh7BSnRwZYI/AAAAAAAAARU/UnXgPXxWQ8o/s1600-h/crb434003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stress buster is shopping.Quite not shopping.Coz itz sometimes stressful when i do it with my parents or anyother person except Nish.Though it was not a lot of shopping just a few hrs it was fun n really good time we had.After a long time i went out with her today.It felt like ages we had done this.Realizing how much i missed that bond of friendship when i dont keep in touch with people properly shutting out from the outside world.The minute we started out we gossiped,got cosmetics n stuff n had total fun.While i was returning home i was full of energy and felt like i had the whole day ahead.Not a pinch tired though i had been standing for days.Today will be one more memorable day n though i dont have much to write down i want this to be remembered for ever.Thnks for being my best friend nish.Luv ya forever.. N thnks to the person who made me do this.I realized how much i missed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sh7AwywlYUI/AAAAAAAAARM/b0QuawtfojA/s1600-h/sign.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340918152599789890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sh7AwywlYUI/AAAAAAAAARM/b0QuawtfojA/s320/sign.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-6318708230375624805?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6318708230375624805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=6318708230375624805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6318708230375624805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6318708230375624805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/stress-buster.html' title='Stress Buster'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sh7BgqjsEDI/AAAAAAAAARc/-FuveLzjojU/s72-c/crb434003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5773896949111508542</id><published>2009-05-23T23:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:36:32.937+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective of life'/><title type='text'>life's musings</title><content type='html'>How many of you seriously believe Prabhakaran died.? I dont completely.The media has been giving various info.Infact i read different papers n they had me convinced sometimes i should say.And rajpakse has addressed saying the defeat of LTTE and Prabhakaran is not the defeat of tamil ppl.I dont understand how it isnt?? And the fake IPL player did a shadow mystery n shut it off.I was badly hoping to know who it was n he let me down too.Anyway the shadow mystery is interesting too.There were summer showers twice this week n smoothened up the climate.i enjoyed the rain really today evening.Smooth but made me feel sultry.Weekend.I had plans for a movie unfortunately i watched the movie twice before the plan schedule.Once with the family n once with college folks.I hate to admit i ve to reschedule the plan which i dont know how to tell the person who was supposed to accompany me.Hope i m not disappointing.I have become crazy on this song "Vaa Vaa en Devathaiyae" from "Abhiyum Naanum" . I doesnt have the greatest or the best music or video but the best lyrics.Every word is lyk reading out a word from my life journal better to say from my dad's.I associate myself with this movie specially its got my name.There's one more reason.People who know me know i am Daddy's girl. [Little more crazy than the usual] The movie is sought of my life in frames.Not the latter part though coz i havent reached up to that age yet to experience it, but i am pretty sure it will happen that way if thats the situation. I put myself to sleep everyday just listening to that song almost several times.Btw i hve to [had too long b4] mention thanks for the ipod..its awesome n the best gift next to the basket ball ofcourse.Its bcum my best frieeeeeeend these days.Thank you so much.I owe you a lot.i know i dont make sense with all this continously.I started off somewhere n ending it somewhere.Since i am going to chat now..i think i ll brk off now n may b update l8tr..Happy weekend guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-5773896949111508542?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5773896949111508542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=5773896949111508542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5773896949111508542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5773896949111508542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-musings.html' title='life&apos;s musings'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1343089501311894915</id><published>2009-05-18T20:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:42:13.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective of life'/><title type='text'>A tale of love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/ShF6poE444I/AAAAAAAAARE/hRWS_-hGVmU/s1600-h/couple-hands-love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337181888961897346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/ShF6poE444I/AAAAAAAAARE/hRWS_-hGVmU/s320/couple-hands-love1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this guy who was eligible single and yet not settled in life. Starting up with his career and he had lot of hard work and struggle to face.With luck n blessing he started up a factory and there he was working hard day by day.How they often refer "Get all the ducks in a row" There he was with two ducks already and making way for more.On the other hand there was a cute little girl waiting to be married spending days in her dreams waiting for this prince charming.What she never knew was her prince charming was just her neighbor. The day came where there was official announcement of asking the bride to tie knots followed by engagement.They tied the knots one fine day.Bonds of matrimony was signed like any other bond,But with love.Both started living life and after a year a little baby girl was born.Life went on.The guy still the same old chap who grew up in life with lot of struggle earning a social status,living and enjoying with the family.The cute little girl is a mother of another girl now.How much would they have imagined life would go on.Laughter,fun,sorrow,hardtimes still its a beautiful family with love always.Twenty years have passed and still they live happily ...it will be ever after.Today is their wedding anniversary.Its my MoM n DaD!! It is the celebration of love, trust, partnership, tolerance and tenacity. The order varies for any given year. Whats tough about love is falling in love with a personality is easier than living with a character in marriage.Still they did n i m proud to be their daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337181495157216242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/ShF6StCiU_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zMS2P10L11w/s320/happy-wedding-anniversary-card-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 20TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TO MY MOM N DAD!!! Luv you always.And you will be the best ever.&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/8052671934124024700-1343089501311894915?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1343089501311894915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1343089501311894915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1343089501311894915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1343089501311894915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/tale-of-love.html' title='A tale of love...'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/ShF6poE444I/AAAAAAAAARE/hRWS_-hGVmU/s72-c/couple-hands-love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-8128172439296708926</id><published>2009-05-16T19:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:24:22.568+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective of life'/><title type='text'>Growing up in life..</title><content type='html'>Life can be said to be like an enormous mansion,containing hundreds and hundreds of rooms.And in which each room containing fragments of our experiences and memories.We usually leave those rooms opened to remind ourselves of the good memories we shared with others.But some rooms contain so much misery,pain or desolate moments that we prefer to keep them closed and locked up.We should never forget that these rooms are also part of the mansion, and therefore part of our lives.In time,these locked rooms will directly or indirectly consume our joy and happiness gradually.What we do not know is that we hold the Master key to all rooms.Those rooms do not have to be locked up forever.Regardless of what those rooms hold inside them,it is never impossible to open them like the other rooms.If you have hurt somebody and it is the the guilt that haunts you,find the person and make it up to them.If its the other way forgive it and let that bitterness fade that will make you more specialfrom others.If its the love you lost from someone, make yourself available for greater love to find you.If you have been living in obscurity or have been intimidated by the people around you be thankful for they have made a starting point for you to start shining.So no matter what cirumstances are,it doesnt matter how many rooms we have ,but how many rooms we choose to unlock.The number of rooms left opened will determine how positive our outlook towards life is.This will then lead to living a happy and joyful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was strutting&lt;br /&gt;Down a route,&lt;br /&gt;I notices i had left trails&lt;br /&gt;On the undried mud,&lt;br /&gt;There i stood,&lt;br /&gt;Retracing my engraved hardened footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself&lt;br /&gt;Sailing in a boat&lt;br /&gt;Holding a compass&lt;br /&gt;Which does not point north.&lt;br /&gt;As it led me further,&lt;br /&gt;I realised&lt;br /&gt;I was digging deep into the soil&lt;br /&gt;With the treasure in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;There i observed,&lt;br /&gt;Predators do not always&lt;br /&gt;Feed on prey&lt;br /&gt;But also on their own kind.&lt;br /&gt;As i continued,&lt;br /&gt;I realised I did not&lt;br /&gt;Belong there anymore&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere else,&lt;br /&gt;So i chose the path&lt;br /&gt;Which led me through&lt;br /&gt;The unexplored and unchartered route&lt;br /&gt;There i am,&lt;br /&gt;I had grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Belated mothers day wishes to all the wonderful moms out there and of course to my mom also..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-8128172439296708926?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8128172439296708926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=8128172439296708926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8128172439296708926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8128172439296708926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-up-in-life.html' title='Growing up in life..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1407406984724184057</id><published>2009-05-13T09:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:08:52.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voter id'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elections'/><title type='text'>Laziness Personified...</title><content type='html'>How much i hate myself for not getting to vote today! I am 18 n i cant vote..I know thats bad..I didn't apply for the Voters Id when my father kept telling me more than a thousand times i suppose..N i heard of the online registration very late.I heard i could vote if i had my passport for identification..I was thrilled  to get to vote first time n everything was shattered in a minute when my dad told me i should register my name first.My name was not on the voters list.. :( Any way that was the fault of the election commission.They didnt register my name infact they didnt come to my place at all..I could give few more reasons to convince myself that its not my fault though it is mine..Not me exactly.I ll blame my laziness may be..May be i will get to vote next time n listen to my father when he says to do something...N one more big thing..DON'T BE LAZY ABENAYA..GROW UP..LOL!!!! Any way people please do vote..... Happy voting..N all the best to every candidate..Sply to my fav ones..May be i should tell Best of luck..lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1407406984724184057?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1407406984724184057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1407406984724184057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1407406984724184057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1407406984724184057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/laziness-personified.html' title='Laziness Personified...'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-3519528515912647810</id><published>2009-05-10T22:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:48:21.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>All good things come to an end!!!</title><content type='html'>Yet another Semester is almost over n stepping into the second yr.. With my practicals almost over and my sem exams approaching Yesterday i got my First sem results [Came out atlast after all the controversies and students strike]With luck by my side i happened to clear all my papers.I really must say luck coz after all those talking n giggling i had during the exam session without studying a word i happened to pass with a percentage of 78.4.. lucky me..i know.. Its been a time pass semester..Mostly never attended college n still i havent been notified of lack of attendance.[Again i m lucky..] A good end to the semester n hope i would do better this semester..All good things come to an end...!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-3519528515912647810?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3519528515912647810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=3519528515912647810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3519528515912647810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3519528515912647810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All good things come to an end!!!'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-9033993440924066489</id><published>2009-05-04T16:16:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:25:21.749+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fwd'/><title type='text'>August Baby!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am an august baby!!! [Not to be taken literally] I happened to read a mail about the personality of the people born in each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For August Babies...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331919261939136018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sf7IUarx9hI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/22VtasH3VQA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. no self control. kind hearted. self confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. easy to get along with and talk to. has an "everything's peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone".longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld orrestricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious.independent. strong willed. a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of it is true i guess... Except that i never long for freedom..and i dont hate studies..not goody doody though.. but i never really hated it..&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to know yours ask me i ll fwd d mail...To mention i had to repost this mail to 5 ppl to meet my love of my life... I guess i dont wannna meet him..too lazy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S :- I guess i am doing too much of blogging.. Will try to stay off for few more days.:p at the least..!!!! Adios`~`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-9033993440924066489?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/9033993440924066489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=9033993440924066489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/9033993440924066489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/9033993440924066489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/august-baby.html' title='August Baby!!!!!'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sf7IUarx9hI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/22VtasH3VQA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2406203859622445303</id><published>2009-05-04T15:58:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:06:26.138+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sms'/><title type='text'>Warning,Gift,Curse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have officially become the textual offender..!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Boy!! I have started texting a lot lately!Phew!! Warning Declared!! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madness is becoming my gift!!!!! Oooohhhh lalalala :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ofcourse with reference to above - Brilliance is becoming my curse. [I know u r thinking When was i?? Think you need to!!! ROFL ] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tadddddddddddaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-2406203859622445303?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2406203859622445303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=2406203859622445303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2406203859622445303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2406203859622445303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/warninggiftcurse.html' title='Warning,Gift,Curse.'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1650527610534930810</id><published>2009-05-02T18:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:49:54.728+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Down To You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfxIPRr-7EI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BLkC_To5WzM/s1600-h/commitment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331215486182943810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfxIPRr-7EI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BLkC_To5WzM/s320/commitment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                          Love often competes with temptation to stray from commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1650527610534930810?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1650527610534930810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1650527610534930810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1650527610534930810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1650527610534930810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/down-to-you.html' title='Down To You...'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfxIPRr-7EI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BLkC_To5WzM/s72-c/commitment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-6371272372643148033</id><published>2009-04-29T18:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:05:20.185+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fake player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KKR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IPL'/><title type='text'>What a loser....</title><content type='html'>I happened to come across the blog of the &lt;a href="http://fakeiplplayer.blogspot.com/"&gt;fake IPL player&lt;/a&gt;.. I read all the posts which happened to take most of my time today..Real Fake as termed..But the way the posts are structured..Too professional..He's really got a disclaimer and allthose pseudoname..&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie Dildo/ Badsaah Dildo - Shah Rukh&lt;br /&gt; KhanKishen Kanhaiyya - Ravi Shastri&lt;br /&gt;Lord Almighty - Ganguly&lt;br /&gt;Sheikh of Tweak - Shane Warne&lt;br /&gt;Bevdaa - Jessie Ryder&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister - Shilpa Shetty&lt;br /&gt;Calypso King - Gayle&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Batlivala - Mallaya&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charles of Patiala - Yuvraj Singh&lt;br /&gt;Little Monster - Sachin&lt;br /&gt;Pedophile Priest - GilCHRIST&lt;br /&gt;Little John - Ishant Sharma&lt;br /&gt;Kaan Moolo - Agarkar&lt;br /&gt;Appam Chutiya - Sreesanth&lt;br /&gt;Phoren babas - McCullum &amp;amp; Buchanan&lt;br /&gt;RDB - Ranadeb Bose&lt;br /&gt;Mira Bhai - Harbhajan Singh&lt;br /&gt;Sandy Baddy Babe - Mandira Bedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claims himself as one of the players off KKR.. And still they are yet to find..His writings prove that he is proud and still no one has caught him..But inspite of all this cheap publicity??What is behind this? Is it one of the marketing strategies??All those recent controversies makes the fake IPL  player the mother of all..There are abusive words used and the writing differs from the beginning to the recent..Humour quotient is seen missing in the recent posts.Though i dislike this cheap strategy i am still curious who the person is.And hate to deny i enjoy reading it infact i am following it..Everything has an end..With that i think i have had enough of blogging today..Adios!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-6371272372643148033?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6371272372643148033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=6371272372643148033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6371272372643148033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6371272372643148033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-loser.html' title='What a loser....'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5693333055209113858</id><published>2009-04-28T16:53:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:09:41.829+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I am Afraid of not missing YoU!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are people whom you think you can never forget in your life what may come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You talk for hours, you laugh, you joke, you cry, you have a good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grow closer to each other...Start trusting, Feel others thoughts, share more than your life ...anything and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t give a damn to anything else when the person needs you,Your there and they r there for u..You know each others thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life without them becomes impossible at first,later they become inseparable part of your life..They are a big part of it like your parents,like your boyfriend or girl friend.They are not just any friend,You consider them BEST friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fights come and go..But that doesn’t change anything. Egos fight but still get over it..In spite of all this it seems like nothing will ever change forever..And truly believe that FOREVER has no deadline at all.. It like beyond anyone’s reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sfb2YHmxtfI/AAAAAAAAANk/f-kq0TVgBHU/s1600-h/ATgAAABMj8elCqS4hg5VDQeQz25WkdGqLdF1RaRHnlUD53suPio7CXFX2488f70a24LQUK5iy33dqNbvuZBb6GOtavRhAJtU9VCkSQp9ZP66GiYpWr3a6k8CHogE3g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329718103258543602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sfb2YHmxtfI/AAAAAAAAANk/f-kq0TVgBHU/s320/ATgAAABMj8elCqS4hg5VDQeQz25WkdGqLdF1RaRHnlUD53suPio7CXFX2488f70a24LQUK5iy33dqNbvuZBb6GOtavRhAJtU9VCkSQp9ZP66GiYpWr3a6k8CHogE3g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you forget is GOD has own plans and life takes you in its own rules.&lt;br /&gt;What it was FOREVER is now just a moment for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day...Believe me there is a day where nothing is the same...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EGO ,EMOTIONS,PRIDE,FRIENDSHIP,RELATIONSHIP...Everything in vain...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is officially announced. All you need to have is little commonsense to understand what’s lifes rules are like..Try bending them n you will always keep trying..&lt;br /&gt;Yes you would miss them definitely..What else did you expect??? Days go by.. Don’t bend your rules now..Tired of bending life’s rules..Ego’s turn up.. And starts playing its rule perfectly. Pain its not the same anymore..You get to be shrewd..Silent..Lose faith in forever..somehow you stop believing in the terms “Best friend”/”soul mate”... Somehow you never want anyone in your life anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind knows you better...Starts questioning you why,how,when,if????? You wll keep searching for answers all through you life and will never get the exact answer you need coz you know the answer already....The million answers you receive will not soothe your pain nor will get that one person to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of all this I am not afraid of pain,not afraid of losing hope,faith trust...All i am afraid of is that today i am still missing him....But what if tomorrow i wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RELATIONSHIPS ARE WORTH FIGHTING FOR BUT SOMETIMES YOU CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE FIGHTING.SOMETIMES,PEOPLE NEED TO FIGHT FOR YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so much when they don’t ....&lt;br /&gt;Adding fuel to the flames is a part where they never talk to you about this and it hurts more when you really act like everything is better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point in your life when you realize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who matters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who never did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who won't anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who always will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose them in the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's one stop solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T I M E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will force you to accept and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is fair in love and war... No even in FRIENDSHIP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be freindship is not to last long..Maybe it has an expiry date too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once asked a learned man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it time to end a friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled and replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get that sneaky feeling that in never really began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A best friend is none but the best among the few we have,He may not be a messiah but a simple human being with his own set of emotions and perceptions that reason those emotions.Even if he is your soul mate..Yes i do accept we guys see through two different set eyes!But still isnt it accepting who you are than making the other change is friendship..To accept the absense is real gift coz thoughts over it would gift you fake promises and bewildered mind!Emotionally turbulent mind fails to think logically!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329719065132566562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sfb3QG3aiCI/AAAAAAAAANs/I6ebM3WOWKU/s320/gh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living my life yet it is beautiful... Still lot more to go n i know i can still love my life with more passion and pride!!! Adios!!!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-5693333055209113858?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5693333055209113858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=5693333055209113858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5693333055209113858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5693333055209113858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-afraid-of-not-missing-you.html' title='I am Afraid of not missing YoU!!'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/Sfb2YHmxtfI/AAAAAAAAANk/f-kq0TVgBHU/s72-c/ATgAAABMj8elCqS4hg5VDQeQz25WkdGqLdF1RaRHnlUD53suPio7CXFX2488f70a24LQUK5iy33dqNbvuZBb6GOtavRhAJtU9VCkSQp9ZP66GiYpWr3a6k8CHogE3g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-3036279230048734770</id><published>2009-04-14T23:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:46:52.638+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I just wonder why...</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;I get up and out of bed,&lt;br /&gt; Try to forget all those things we said.&lt;br /&gt; It's now over for good,&lt;br /&gt; I promised myself to leave it right there here I stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People always tell me things will get better,&lt;br /&gt; But I find myself writing and deleting letters&lt;br /&gt;How did we fall so far apart,&lt;br /&gt;You left me not knowing where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am here now trying to find out how to survive,&lt;br /&gt; And struggling to just keep myself alive.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you were a hero in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt; You were always there to give me a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;But those are just long lost memories of mine,&lt;br /&gt; Maybe this is our life design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I spent so many days cold and lonely,&lt;br /&gt; I believed that you were my one and only.&lt;br /&gt; There are some things in my head&lt;br /&gt; I'll take it till life ends&lt;br /&gt; But it won't be all that love that I gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You made me so emotionless,&lt;br /&gt; And you gave me all this stupid stress.&lt;br /&gt; I try to believe in things I can't see,&lt;br /&gt;But is there even hope for me!&lt;br /&gt;My back is up against a wall,&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to keep thinking all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life just isn't worth it anymore,&lt;br /&gt; You left me standing at the door.&lt;br /&gt;You said it's time to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt; And I just wondered... why???&lt;br /&gt;And i still wonder and will forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-3036279230048734770?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3036279230048734770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=3036279230048734770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3036279230048734770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3036279230048734770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-wonder-why.html' title='I just wonder why...'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-346456213554120114</id><published>2009-04-10T16:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:25:21.632+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>T-A-G</title><content type='html'>1. Where is your cell phone? On the Bed&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? Fascinating&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Irresistable..lol i know..&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Real SweetHeart&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? The Best&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite? Movie Nights&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Nthn that i remember&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? Coffee&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? Endless&lt;br /&gt;10. What room you are in? Clumsy&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby? Books&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Some place where u can find true ppl&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? Home&lt;br /&gt;15. Something that you are not? Soft spoken&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? Dee-li-cious&lt;br /&gt;17. Wish list item? nthn on d list ryte now..[Unbelievable..i know..:p]&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? Che--ennaaa---iiii&lt;br /&gt;19. Last thing you did? Talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? B-l-u-e&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV? on N on N on&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets? F-R-I-E-N-D-S&lt;br /&gt;23. Friends? Oly Nish Forever&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? No Definition [Not an understatement]&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? Lazy&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing some one? Nope&lt;br /&gt;27. Car? Dad's&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing? Shoes&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite store? Any place where they allow me to shop for free..[Day Dreaming..]&lt;br /&gt;30. Your favorite color? Blue Black&lt;br /&gt;31. When is the last time you laughed? Few months ago... Trust me its true..&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you cried? Today [Deeeeeep--resssssseeeeeeeeddddddd]&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? College... Almost everyday..Not that i like too&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who texts me regularly? Aaddi&lt;br /&gt;35. My favorite place to eat?Anyplace where fooood is edible.&lt;br /&gt;36. My favorite food? J-U-N-K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag&lt;br /&gt;Nisha&lt;br /&gt;Suresh&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Anbu&lt;br /&gt;Aadhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-346456213554120114?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/346456213554120114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=346456213554120114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/346456213554120114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/346456213554120114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-g.html' title='T-A-G'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4381400253319404521</id><published>2009-03-12T22:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:40:43.333+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribblings'/><title type='text'>எங்களது படைப்புகள்</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblBg7uyeuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rIKQm0B6eF0/s1600-h/05032009034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblBgd7ORgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SvsyGPLL96Y/s1600-h/12032009066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312349261504857602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblBgd7ORgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SvsyGPLL96Y/s200/12032009066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblBgB1CmaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qTuqPNtMkTI/s1600-h/12032009065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312349253962733986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblBgB1CmaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qTuqPNtMkTI/s200/12032009065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblBf6kWnwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8edvaqCMQII/s1600-h/12032009064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312349252013694722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblBf6kWnwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8edvaqCMQII/s200/12032009064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA7GHgVVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1cFTVeVdhK8/s1600-h/12032009063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312348619458762066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA7GHgVVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1cFTVeVdhK8/s200/12032009063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA6w7HBtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FRIA3oo8jK0/s1600-h/12032009062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312348613769627346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA6w7HBtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FRIA3oo8jK0/s200/12032009062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA6QAObwI/AAAAAAAAALw/DDZ4V8x7A7Y/s1600-h/12032009061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312348604932714242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA6QAObwI/AAAAAAAAALw/DDZ4V8x7A7Y/s200/12032009061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA6MSQQvI/AAAAAAAAALo/EAre3D4l_zU/s1600-h/12032009060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312348603934589682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA6MSQQvI/AAAAAAAAALo/EAre3D4l_zU/s200/12032009060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA5z2cX0I/AAAAAAAAALg/1jE7aBd_XWE/s1600-h/12032009059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312348597375491906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblA5z2cX0I/AAAAAAAAALg/1jE7aBd_XWE/s200/12032009059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we do in class.. a samll sample of how jobless i am...Y call it that way?? Future artists.. better words i guess.. Just wanted to put it down here..Thought these where good memories as we are almost at the end of this sem n most of us will not be studying together anymore.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-4381400253319404521?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4381400253319404521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4381400253319404521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4381400253319404521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4381400253319404521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_12.html' title='எங்களது படைப்புகள்'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SblBgd7ORgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SvsyGPLL96Y/s72-c/12032009066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1746467341437426588</id><published>2009-03-12T20:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:21:11.137+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Saw the muvee finally..</title><content type='html'>Yup.. Atlast i saw the movie swapnakuddu.. It was not what i picturised but still i loved the movie.Thnkz for the dvd A***.And those thumb rings where reallie so cute thnkz.Luy ya sooooo much.Thnkz for the pain u took to find the dvd for me. Can never forget it. And my culturals is postponed to 28th. Next week my 1st sem results.. Fingers crossed.Too scared.Hoping for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1746467341437426588?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1746467341437426588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1746467341437426588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1746467341437426588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1746467341437426588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/03/saw-muvee-finally.html' title='Saw the muvee finally..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5502022741327254235</id><published>2009-03-10T16:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:48:42.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribblings'/><title type='text'>Its alright..I am alive and i am back..</title><content type='html'>Its been along time.For a few known reasons and few unknown reason i didnt blog.And lately i havent been myself.Acting kinda strange and i dont seem to be doing my daily routines or do my interests in certain things is not the same.Believe it or not i dont like chocolates these days. Here for the days i missed certain updates which i remember and want to put it down.Meet n Greet!!! Wondering what it is? Is the event management company i started.Well its kinda we started.Nisha and me.It was fun doing it with her though we didnt do much just the visiting cards,portfolio,letter head and stuff.We designed a logo for our company.Already posted it. Just waiting for our first client.Hope everything turns fine.I had my first internal exams for this semester.I am disappointed with myself for what i have written. A crap paper is what i have done.Thoroughly disturbed and lack concentration[Atleast thats what i have been saying to myself for not doing the things i should be doing.].College is turning out a night mare.I have a lack of attendance.Dunno how??Confused and dazed seriously i have some trouble.Yet my previous sem results are not out which is putting me into a more tensed state along with whatever i am experiencing already.Heard my college culturals is this weekend.Just before the internal exams one of my friends left this world in cowardly act which no one expected from him.Seeing him as a person who can stand up for his own faults and always a brave person i/we never imagined such a thing would happened.I hate him for what he did.If he had known the situation now i dont think he would have even thought about leaving all of us. The last day he atteneded college he spent that evening with me.It was a memorable day.Teasing and kidding all over the whole journey home with him,How much i had fun and giggled.Now the same train compartments where we laughed and enjoyed is just filled with mourning posters of him.Its such a disgrace.Any way he is left the world.May his soul rest in peace.Williams--- You ll always be remembered.I always wanted to watch this movie Sawpnagudu almost for two to three yrs i guess i have been searching and asking everyperson i know for this movie dvd.Finally the wait is over.One of my freinds got the dvd for me and i would be getting it in a day or two.Waiting to watch it. I dont get much time to talk to my father[since i spend most of the time alone in confusion] these days and the few mins i hardly talk to him i started pestering him to get me an ipod touch. Since i lost my ipod nano.I have been asking him almost from the day i lost the nano.Though i was patient and i could hardly be these days.There was this guy who kept talking to me about bose earphones and i hardly took any notice of it.He told me he had got it.Didnt make any impact on me.Yester day i was on the way to the college.There was a senior whom i knew in the train.I saw him listening to his ipod[where i remembered that i should go home and ask my dad to get me one] . I borrowed it from him to listen to a few songs.[Realized how much i missed an ipod and in need of one] I just was seeing the ear phones this is when i saw those letters B O S E .I thought atleast now i could check it out how it sounded.Anyway it was great.And now onw more to my shopping list. I am not getting an ipod touch without those earphones.Let God show mercy on me.lol.Hope the wait will be over soon.And yeah i forgot the oscars.I saw the live telecast in the tv bunking my college[now i know y there is a lack of attendace].It was great.Rehman and Resul -The indians -Made us proud.Congrats to all who won the oscars and sply to rehman.Worth the wait.Guess its enuff .. PERIOD. Happy holi .. have fun with colours..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-5502022741327254235?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5502022741327254235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=5502022741327254235&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5502022741327254235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5502022741327254235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-alrighti-am-alive-and-i-am-back.html' title='Its alright..I am alive and i am back..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-8535046551507785492</id><published>2009-03-10T15:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:15:37.273+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetngreet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event management'/><title type='text'>Meet n Greet.! The event Managers..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SbZEGtgI4fI/AAAAAAAAALY/BKEN47ZWa4o/s1600-h/meet+n+greet+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311507692614377970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SbZEGtgI4fI/AAAAAAAAALY/BKEN47ZWa4o/s200/meet+n+greet+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats the logo of the company.Chk out &lt;a href="http://www.meetngreet.webs.com/"&gt;www.meetngreet.webs.com&lt;/a&gt;. We organize everything from Social to corporate events.Do Contact us at &lt;a href="mailto:highlifeunlimited@gmail.com"&gt;highlifeunlimited@gmail.com&lt;/a&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/8052671934124024700-8535046551507785492?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8535046551507785492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=8535046551507785492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8535046551507785492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8535046551507785492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-alright-i-am-alive-and-back.html' title='Meet n Greet.! 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I know ppl cant understand whom i am referring to ..Its better that way..After a long time i went to the beach today and it was awesome..Usually Me Suzy and Nish hang out It is our regular meeting whenever suzy comes down to town..We plan it about two days before and have loads of fun..Today it was different..Suzy wanted us both to meet her new BF..I hated him.. i am sorry suzy..u deserve better.. He was like totally hugging her and all that in public which i hated.. Anyways by the time she was romancing with her new bf , me and nish caught up on who was dating whom and all the lost talk we left..It was awesome..She also hated suzys bf so we were gossiping and forgot the time totally... I realised how much i missed her.. I totally did miss her a lot.. Wish it was those old days again...We were totally bitching about boys,rlationships and the gals we hate..I couldn find the moon today and the tides were exceptionally high.It was gud watching the sunset..I have been to the beach manytimes..I am like always tell ppl how they wud like to cum to the bech with their guys and which i hated..It was too cold and the tides high..Beautiful sunset.I really wished i want a bf who i would sit with hold his hands,talk and talk and enjoy every moment..How I wish i reallie had a bf... lol..May be in dreams.. It was fun today..I got a new wallet..and eyeliner...I was searching for this MAC eyeliner and atlast found it today.. Me and Nish got one while we waited for suzy..Suzy was the one who planned this but she never got time to spend with us.. May be it wud be a better one next time.. Hope so..I missed u Nish.. I am so sorry.. Luv ya alwayzzzzzzzzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Nish is going to be single again..whoa..I got back my old friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-4114651946626564618?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4114651946626564618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4114651946626564618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4114651946626564618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4114651946626564618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/01/scribblings.html' title='Scribblings'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4581847540801075445</id><published>2009-01-12T19:57:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:08:56.911+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Coffee Day Meet...</title><content type='html'>Today was so much fun.. Went to CCD Nugambakkam..And a great thing happened..Met an old friend of mine.. I kept talking to him that i almost forgot the friends i came with. lol sorry guys.. Well we had lot to catch up with and i couldn eat my brownies [:(] Anyway i am so happy that i met him.. He got me a cute ring from a near by boutique..He was kinda dumb lyk me when we were friends.lol thatsy we were friends maybe.. He looked so cute now that i really wanted to keep talking to him..hehe.. He took me home and i got a chance to meet his parents.They were lovely.His mom gave me 1000 bucks..lol..Traditional kumkum and all that.Anyway it was a nice day.And CCD is becoming worse..They dont have anything that is listed on the menu these days.Anything u ask is not available..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-4581847540801075445?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4581847540801075445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4581847540801075445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4581847540801075445'/><link rel='self' 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long&lt;br /&gt;As it wants to&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that letting go is easy&lt;br /&gt;I know thats not true&lt;br /&gt;The memories&lt;br /&gt;The fun&lt;br /&gt;The shadows&lt;br /&gt;The mischiefs&lt;br /&gt;Still remain as a stain&lt;br /&gt;On your Heart that wont go away&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let the past destroy you&lt;br /&gt;For it is an old memory&lt;br /&gt;But still cherishable one&lt;br /&gt;Let The past go&lt;br /&gt;Not the smile&lt;br /&gt;Not the memory of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:  Dedicated to Bharath..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-7324170630278017147?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7324170630278017147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4220989772308658011</id><published>2009-01-11T01:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:12:16.146+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A relation overstepped..Time for a goodbye..</title><content type='html'>I admit I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Over stepping some boundaries&lt;br /&gt;which made me look fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said i would never do the things i did,&lt;br /&gt;And that is the reason it is so hard for you to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long,&lt;br /&gt;So many times we said we'd try&lt;br /&gt;Only to turn around&lt;br /&gt;And make each other cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how it was when we first started out,&lt;br /&gt;So much alike,we shared every thought&lt;br /&gt;We fell so fast,maybe fell in love too soon&lt;br /&gt;Made a huge decision that now we cannot undo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit my mistakes but can you admit yours,&lt;br /&gt;I have paid for what i've done&lt;br /&gt;As you have paid for yours,&lt;br /&gt;So why is it like this,&lt;br /&gt;We cant even talk.&lt;br /&gt;You call me liar and say you don't care&lt;br /&gt;All the while my love for you is still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted to cause you any pain&lt;br /&gt;Since you left me&lt;br /&gt;My life hasn;t been the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you so much,&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to prove to you,&lt;br /&gt;So i will end this with the hardest thing i'll ever have to do,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Sweet heart....&lt;br /&gt;I will always be in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:Dedicated to the person Whom i will always be in love with..&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for what i did.Will regret forever.Thanks for being there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-4220989772308658011?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4220989772308658011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4220989772308658011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4220989772308658011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4220989772308658011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/01/relation-oversteppedtime-for-goodbye.html' title='A relation overstepped..Time for a goodbye..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5499876511822443340</id><published>2009-01-10T15:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:40:29.463+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gajini'/><title type='text'>Aftermath of Gajini..MeN be Aware...lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SWhz4NbZ73I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Lci9cop_TtM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289605171861122930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SWhyXEIOGII/AAAAAAAAAIo/_OSgIiwO6_U/s1600-h/mainEPLK02152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289603502917425282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SWhyXEIOGII/AAAAAAAAAIo/_OSgIiwO6_U/s320/mainEPLK02152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey..Its my 50th post..never did notice..signed in and it says 49 posts already..ooohh..Lets see how fast i reach my 100th.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1726831437199505749?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1726831437199505749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SWhyXEIOGII/AAAAAAAAAIo/_OSgIiwO6_U/s72-c/mainEPLK02152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-8415805609320909749</id><published>2009-01-05T19:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:56:15.028+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BlAh BlAh..</title><content type='html'>All most all my main exams are over.. Still 4 more to go.. Coll is really fun these days.I always loved spending time in my room than anywhere else.But now i started loving coll..Its fun and lively and i forget everything about life when i am there.now its about enough of college.. I have been trying to keep up few of my newyear resolutions and almost a week is over and guess i am doing it better.First time i have kept a resolution so long..hehe guess i am growing up.lolz. Me and nisha had a long hearty talk after a long time where we both laughed and was good.We have had difference of opinions in the recent times and this was somehow making up for the lost time. I had been saving up money to get a new ipod and today my dad came and got a good catch of my savings.Once again should start over.Well i had so many plans for that money wanted to get new skirts,ipod touch,external harddrive and headphones.All of these are not possible for sure.Now not even one is possible.Anyways he needed it for some emergency so its ok..Theres always a next time. Guess the next post wil be after 10th..So cya..ADIOS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-8415805609320909749?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8415805609320909749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=8415805609320909749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8415805609320909749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8415805609320909749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/01/blah-blah.html' title='BlAh BlAh..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-6728338914579076583</id><published>2009-01-01T23:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:48:53.409+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara 2008</title><content type='html'>I had to post this yesterday but was too tired and sleepy to do anything.Anyway 2008 is over.Guess it was a pretty good year for me.I learnt life in this year.May be not fully but learnt many things which i should have done long back.The biggest lesson was never believe anyone everyone has a reason for everything.No one is selfless.Welcoming 2009 with exam tensions and hoping it would be a great year for everyone.Resolutions as far as it is concerned spending less,and few other things.Lets wait and see how much i follow.Happy New year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;To the guy whose birthday falls on the last day of the year...&lt;br /&gt;HaPpY BiRtHdAy!! This birthday would have been one of the memorale ones.Hope so!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-6728338914579076583?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6728338914579076583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=6728338914579076583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6728338914579076583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6728338914579076583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2009/01/sayonara-2008.html' title='Sayonara 2008'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4797200267208585558</id><published>2008-12-24T00:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:11:18.769+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wish #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SVEww4BwT5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ENrnSPEZwWo/s1600-h/iwantaguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283057454113902482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SVEww4BwT5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ENrnSPEZwWo/s400/iwantaguy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8052671934124024700-4797200267208585558?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4797200267208585558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4797200267208585558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4797200267208585558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4797200267208585558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wish-1_4326.html' title='Christmas Wish #1'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SVEww4BwT5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ENrnSPEZwWo/s72-c/iwantaguy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1055052662995287090</id><published>2008-12-15T01:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:01:14.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Wondering...</title><content type='html'>I wonder if you think of me&lt;div&gt;When night is drawing near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the shadows of yourroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The walls around you disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if in your quiet thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dreams of me are anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in the silent,velvet blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moon is tapping at your door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if the shining stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That hangs from the clouds above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminds you of my whispered words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In promise of eternal love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder of the lonely light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That breaks upon the early dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still holds a tender memory for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long i have been gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if you dream of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the cloudless skies are blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bcoz across each day and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts are constantly of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1055052662995287090?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1055052662995287090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1055052662995287090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1055052662995287090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1055052662995287090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/12/wondering.html' title='Wondering...'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2592631429750264704</id><published>2008-12-15T01:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:30:35.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>B...G...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Last movie seen in a theatre:Dhaam Dhoom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What book are you reading? "BETWEEN THE ASSASSINATIONS" Rereading Harry potter series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favourite board game:monopoly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favourite magazine:Ritz,Womens era,Technology for technocrats,Frozen thoughts... IF comics count then archies,tinkle digest..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favourite smells:The first rain after months of heat,COOL WATER perfume,Petrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favorite sounds:Any instrumental music,Baby laugh,The wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Worst feeling in the world:when your love is not reciprocated, when someone you love hurts you(intentionally and unintentionally both), when mom is upset, when close friends just fail to understand you and when you feel there is no one for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What is the first thing you think of when you wake up? Why dont it be dark for few more hrs..lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favourite fast food place:cafe coffee day, any day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Future children's name:NIKITHA,ISHITHA,SUVEEN,SHRANOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Finish this statement: “If I had a lot of money I’d go for a world tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Do you drive fast? OOPS!! Rarely drive... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? I get stuffy so no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Do you eat the stems on broccoli? yeah, sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice? BLONDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;all the different cities/towns you have lived in:lived thats leaves me none to mention...except the one i am @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favourite sports to watch:BASKETBALL,CRICKET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;under your bed? Storage filled with books,diaries,cards and unwanted wastes which i want to have..So that i can call them memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Would you like to be born as yourself again? yeah! yeah! yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Morning person or night owl? night owl, by gawd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;easy or sunny side up? sunny side up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favorite place to relax:my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favourite ice cream flavour:FIG n HONEY with chocolate sauce and chocochips/Butterscotc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-2592631429750264704?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2592631429750264704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=2592631429750264704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2592631429750264704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2592631429750264704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/12/bg.html' title='B...G...'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2641661798523330279</id><published>2008-12-08T18:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:51:06.565+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snazzy tale of self Discovery</title><content type='html'>We all have our naughty sides and stories to tell and hide especially when we are turning sixteen.The ever growing list of crushes secrets we share with our best friends,school,homework.Thats where the book i read comes into."The year i turned 16"I totally enjoyed reading this book;.It was just full of all the ingredients raging hormones,boys,snoopy mothers,irritating brothers and doting dads make their presence at perfect times. The book is a little bit of you and me ,the girl is a spirited young girl with a flair to write but suffering with not so high ambitions.Try reading this:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-2641661798523330279?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2641661798523330279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=2641661798523330279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2641661798523330279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2641661798523330279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/12/snazzy-tale-of-self-discovery.html' title='Snazzy tale of self Discovery'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5004549378967612224</id><published>2008-11-19T00:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:36:57.234+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am: What I choose to be at any given point in time. A living bundle of contradictions&lt;br /&gt;I think: i am a loser&lt;br /&gt;I know: i am going to regret writing this post&lt;br /&gt;I want:to sleep @ the moment&lt;br /&gt;I have: nothing useful to while away the time&lt;br /&gt;I wish:i never existed&lt;br /&gt;I hate: myself&lt;br /&gt;I miss: a lot @ the moment&lt;br /&gt;I fear: words&lt;br /&gt;I feel: bored&lt;br /&gt;I hear: my voice asking questions&lt;br /&gt;I smell: nothing at the moment&lt;br /&gt;I crave: any nice dessert&lt;br /&gt;I search: for answers to life’s questions and confusions&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: at the futility of social institutions and societal norms.&lt;br /&gt;I regret: what i did&lt;br /&gt;I love: the person i miss this moment badly but never will realize that i love...&lt;br /&gt;I am not: what i sound like or look like&lt;br /&gt;I dance:when i am alone and happy&lt;br /&gt;I sing:sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I cry: very often.&lt;br /&gt;I don't always: love myself.&lt;br /&gt;I fight: for the sheer pleasure of it/ when I'm wronged/when I'm right&lt;br /&gt;I write: when the mood strikes&lt;br /&gt;I win: whenever I try. But the point is I hardly ever try.&lt;br /&gt;I lose: my patience easily.&lt;br /&gt;I never: like to betray someone.&lt;br /&gt;I always: make sure I keep my word.&lt;br /&gt;I confuse: myself. And sometimes ppl around me too.&lt;br /&gt;I listen: when people talk about things that matter to them, despite the short attention span.&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found: dreaming away to glory&lt;br /&gt;I need: my space, conversation and fodder for my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy about: everything I have. Yet I need more.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine: that i could rectify one mistake which i will regret life long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the tag was stolen i tag everybody reading this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-5004549378967612224?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5004549378967612224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=5004549378967612224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5004549378967612224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5004549378967612224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-what-i-choose-to-be-at-any-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2508688969789547666</id><published>2008-11-19T00:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:14:32.850+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Just my confusion</title><content type='html'>Everybody have to go through changes in life.But why do we have to change ourself for the society or for anything else for that matter.Specially the person you love and believe he/she will be the same forever changes like a spontaneous emission and there the confusion starts.We go through different stages in life.Meet new people have new life in each walk of life.But is it necessary to forget what we are what we do.Or is it the society which changes and brings out a total new person.Some totally forget and as they leave the past behind forgetting everything.Some do it as a duty to keep in touch with the people you have been with.Why do they have to pretend?Why do they have to give a confidence that they will be there forever.Why do they have to lose interest?Do all those people ever have a minute to think how memorable everything was in the past?There are so many "WH" questions i can keep posting for the sake of blogging but  am sure i know this is the truth of life and i should accept and move on in life which i dont want to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-2508688969789547666?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2508688969789547666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=2508688969789547666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2508688969789547666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2508688969789547666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-my-confusion.html' title='Just my confusion'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1648499204604865924</id><published>2008-11-12T09:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:21:27.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When your bored...</title><content type='html'>I heard this site from an article i guess.. I was so bored that it didnt hurt me to check out.. It has crazy and weird ideas when your bored,Has a chat room and can watch videos and play online games.. Do this when your totally bored[:p] &lt;a href="http://www.bored.com"&gt;Here is the link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1648499204604865924?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1648499204604865924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1648499204604865924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1648499204604865924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1648499204604865924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-your-bored.html' title='When your bored...'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-7803597383493303970</id><published>2008-11-09T23:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:38:56.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Discovering me..</title><content type='html'>For a change i am planning to discover myself.Half the time confused of what i like and what i don't like.So planning to discover the in me...will start off with what all i like doing... its endless so many posts are to be expected... for now here goes the top 5 for today..&lt;div&gt;Reading books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gadgets..Anything and everything i want to own it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interior designing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roaming out..[I miss that these days]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep you posted with the all my likes in the next post.. i am sleepy.. Bye!!!Good Night!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-7803597383493303970?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7803597383493303970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=7803597383493303970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/7803597383493303970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/7803597383493303970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/11/discovering-me.html' title='Discovering me..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1238762291960504610</id><published>2008-11-04T14:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:58:10.629+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>People Always Leave...</title><content type='html'>I dont know how to tell or how to express the state of my mind for the past one week.  It has the fears of future. What will happen to me in the coming days. My Heart  beats are uncountable. Full tension prevails even in sleep. I have a continuous  shivering in my hands. I stand or sit for a long time without doing anything. I am not able to eat properly. Whenever I see any movie or hear any song I relate  it with what going on. No peace of mind. Huge responsibility on my head. Chained  dissappointments, feeling alone. My state of responses to others are  only irritated version. I often think No one should have such a tension. I feel  like I have lost my strengths and powers.I saw a picture saying "People always leave" in my mobile.. I knew the reasons behind all my actions..Why do people have to be self centered and just use others?Why do they have to hurt others in their process of being selfish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1238762291960504610?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1238762291960504610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1238762291960504610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1238762291960504610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1238762291960504610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-always-leave.html' title='People Always Leave...'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4010465221898380961</id><published>2008-11-04T14:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:51:58.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>After a month.. Here i am..</title><content type='html'>After a month.. There is some spl reason i am wriing today.It is because some one reminded wat fun i had doing this... Any way atleast this time lets see whether i can update continously...Belated Diwali wishes.. And all the best to OBAMA and MCCANINES..[:p] lol.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-4010465221898380961?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4010465221898380961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4010465221898380961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4010465221898380961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4010465221898380961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-month-here-i-am.html' title='After a month.. Here i am..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1930726732176261531</id><published>2008-10-03T22:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:28:22.389+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Need of Privacy..</title><content type='html'>The past week fully i had so many friends coming home specially my college friends.The first time they came home it was fun.Second time was ok.Third time was tolerable.Now its like a every day habit for them to hang out at my place and i  am getting irritated.I don't get time to do my work.No privacy.I don't hate them nor i want to complain about this and make it an issue.I don't know to handle this.And i don't understand whats bothering them if i study or not they keep telling i m studious and they don't allow me to take notes listen and do anything for that sake.Why is that i always get bored to people after some time.Any person i talk to or mingle with how much ever interesting they may be its just a week month or year..And i start complaining.. I am seriously sick of this habit of mine.Is something wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1930726732176261531?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1930726732176261531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1930726732176261531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1930726732176261531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1930726732176261531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/10/need-of-privacy.html' title='Need of Privacy..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2447509894590852063</id><published>2008-10-01T17:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:06:28.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SONgiy65d8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/uljN3ouWzbE/s1600-h/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SONgiy65d8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/uljN3ouWzbE/s400/10.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252147741344757698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HappY Ramzan!!Eid Mubarak to all !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-2447509894590852063?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2447509894590852063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=2447509894590852063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2447509894590852063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2447509894590852063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/10/ramadan-mubarak.html' title='Ramadan Mubarak'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SONgiy65d8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/uljN3ouWzbE/s72-c/10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-831381682386936888</id><published>2008-10-01T16:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:13:22.465+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Just another part of life..</title><content type='html'>After a year of being lazy and all that fat i gained by not doing anything is melting.lol.. Its getting tedious day by day and i am desperately in need of holidays which i finally got after a lot convincing  to the college authorities.3rd week and its quite good.i have posted about late night talks n chatting and surfing which once upon a time i wanted to get rid off and now i miss all those fun.I am not able to stay awake not even a minute after 10.30.And my dreams are filled with physics and chemistry..I miss my dreams too.[:p]Is college serious?? Or am i taking it like that?I have a lot of fun but feel hectic.No more college for the next four days and i am going to have fun.One of my classmates in college.Quite different character and peculiar.Nice guy.Kiddish face and smart.Good dressing sense and one problem with him is that he pronounces my name wrong which i hate.He seems studious but never opens a word when asked questions.The fun part is i feel connected to him in some sort.Everyday in college i call out his name and say smile and he gives a broad smile.That smile reminds me of some one whom i desperately need now in my life and he is not there for me.I don't know why this guy reminds me of him because they don't have anything in common not even looks but something in someway it reminds me of him.I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-831381682386936888?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/831381682386936888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=831381682386936888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/831381682386936888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/831381682386936888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-another-part-of-life.html' title='Just another part of life..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-788762333131980785</id><published>2008-09-28T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:00:00.291+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story sunday'/><title type='text'>Story Sunday #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Stop being Childish. You are 30" my neighbour was saying when she opened the  door to me. I was taken aback. But since she was looking at her younger  daughter, who seemed to be sulking on the sofa, I realised she had probably  addressed it to her 13 year old daughter and not to me and I had misheard the  30.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hi.Sit. Will be back with coffee" My neighbour said (to me this time) and  darted into the kitchen. And I was sitting in her drawing room with her two  daughters who were strangely silent. I raised my eyebrows to her other daughter  who was 17 and she explained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Three days back, a relative Simi came to our house. Sis drew a potrait of  Simi to show it to Mum. But Simi also saw the potrait and wanted it. When Sis  was out of sight, Mum gave Simi the drawing. Sis got upset over it and refuses  to show any of her drawings to Mum, Mum was trying to pacify Sis saying Simi  will not be invited again. Sis then drew a drawing with her crayons and showed  it to Mum. But sis had drawn only drawn the words "It was mine. U gave it away".  Thats why Mum said stop being childish." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point the 13 year old broke her silence and said "I didnt say I didnt  want Simi to come here. I just want my drawing back. And now Simi has taken it  away. I would have given itto Simi, if Mum had asked me. But Mum didnt ask me  before giving. Mum had no right to give it.The drawing was mine"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hesitated then said, "But you wouldnt have been able to draw, if your Mum  had not given you all the painting material and not encouraged you, and you drew  it to show your Mum, and your Mum didnt give all your drawings. She just gave  one away.  And she has in the past framed, some of your best drawings.Your Mum  is very busy, try to ignore this."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the little girl sulkily said  "It was mine"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just then my friend entered with the two cups of hot coffee. And the girls  left the room. As I sipped the hot coffee, I thought ,thankfully the problem  isn't mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then over the coffee pondered&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is mine&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everything belong to the divine.&lt;br /&gt;If  something is not with us due to design&lt;br /&gt;Why be depressed and whine&lt;br /&gt;Instead  of accepting it and saying I am still fine&lt;br /&gt;If only the ego's invitation we  could decline&lt;br /&gt;And ask ourself, What indeed is mine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-788762333131980785?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/788762333131980785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=788762333131980785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/788762333131980785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/788762333131980785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-sunday-4.html' title='Story Sunday #4'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-3895022294614436965</id><published>2008-09-27T14:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:46:15.100+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo friday'/><title type='text'>Photo Friday # 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SN35v8KZAJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Hn-pub_SwM0/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Neighbours and friends  filled their house and there was an impromptu party. Tears of joy ran down her  parent's cheeks. Everyone wanted to be photographed with her and kisses were  showered on her cheeks. Perhaps I am numb from joy, she dejectedly thought. She  heard her father taking credit for the battle she had fought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Few months back, in the first round of another singing competition, she had  been eliminated. And she remembered their harsh reaction, to her blunder. They  had called her a loser and had scorned her aspirations. It had hurt to lose in  the competition, but nothing matched the hurt, of being disowned. The shame she  felt, when her parents, said they were ashamed of her. Surely there was more to  her than her performance?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Perhaps its tough love, she reasoned to herself. But wouldn't it have been  wonderful, if they had been there for her, even when she lost, she wondered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its not the time to think, just enjoy the moment, she told herself.&lt;br /&gt;Yet,  wished, those around her would, love not just the victory, but also herself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Failure is an orphan while success has many fathers,she realised, as she  smiled at everyone who had gathered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yet, she wanted to say, Instead of just giving me this wonderful  toast,&lt;br /&gt;Where were you all, when I needed you the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-443712762086249255?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/443712762086249255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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#3'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SNT_BRP-jqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5Lr0fq6OUi8/s72-c/beach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-330592674442330529</id><published>2008-09-18T22:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:19:31.627+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time, in the past..</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time..&lt;br /&gt;..I loved the past&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gone forward...&lt;br /&gt;I've  realized I cannot love the past while I'm in the present, so I let  go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go of those memories that held me captive for so  long..&lt;br /&gt;Those dreams I once knew that were brought to life by you,&lt;br /&gt;Now are  only there to help me fall asleep at night&lt;br /&gt;I am going on by myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am going forward into my future with hopes that my new dreams will someday come  true just like you had done for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, in the past..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-330592674442330529?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/330592674442330529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-6501701155746705610</id><published>2008-09-18T22:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:16:09.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I Miss you</title><content type='html'>I know that you're my destiny&lt;br /&gt;because i know this is real&lt;br /&gt;and i know that  you love me&lt;br /&gt;because you show how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're my Breath&lt;br /&gt;and that we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;because i know that your love&lt;br /&gt;is  all i seem to need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're my life&lt;br /&gt;and how i feel deep  down is sincere&lt;br /&gt;because when i'm with you i'm complete&lt;br /&gt;and I always want  you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're my love&lt;br /&gt;because you sweep me off my  feet&lt;br /&gt;and your touch is so tender&lt;br /&gt;it makes my heart skip a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  know that you're my destiny&lt;br /&gt;and i love the sweet things you do&lt;br /&gt;but ,  all-n-all&lt;br /&gt;i really love you ..&lt;div&gt;And Now All of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Miss You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-6501701155746705610?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6501701155746705610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=6501701155746705610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6501701155746705610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6501701155746705610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss you'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-249063144787709267</id><published>2008-09-18T22:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:12:28.636+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>With out my love...</title><content type='html'>Upon my pillowcase,&lt;br /&gt;Soaked with salty tears&lt;br /&gt;Is perched a diary,&lt;br /&gt;Filled  with forgotten fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alongside the terrors&lt;br /&gt;Ring a bell of  gold&lt;br /&gt;Inside a marble tower&lt;br /&gt;My story will unfold&lt;br /&gt;Pale stars trail  behind&lt;br /&gt;A long forgotton path&lt;br /&gt;Memories are erased&lt;br /&gt;And unto me is  wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room echos now&lt;br /&gt;with the haunting voice of me&lt;br /&gt;Calling from  the diary&lt;br /&gt;Reaching into night to see&lt;br /&gt;A smudged world&lt;br /&gt;where without my  sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Without my love&lt;br /&gt;Life sings bitter and hollow ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-249063144787709267?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-8741896914898214541</id><published>2008-09-17T18:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:56:49.408+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>College life..</title><content type='html'>I feel like its long since i wrote.. too many to pen down.. this week my college life had begun.. the real one.. [those who know me know the meaning of this] lol...two days of college n i think i started liking the college.. full of north indian students.. i met few interesting people the very first day..n more over i learned to travel by train.. my transport to college is tiresome..but enjoyable..i hope to ve a gud beginning to my life here.. n yeah ragging i forgot to mention that.. i have seen ragging in movies and read..Now was my time to experience.. None of my college seniors know to rag.. They just simply do that for namesake and to show that they are seniors.. Anyway whatever it is .. i like the atmosphere n four more years of the same..hope i enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-8741896914898214541?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8741896914898214541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=8741896914898214541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8741896914898214541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8741896914898214541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/college-life.html' title='College life..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4465321053794651060</id><published>2008-09-14T01:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:28:37.059+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story sunday'/><title type='text'>STORY SUNDAY #2</title><content type='html'>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;br /&gt;SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"&lt;br /&gt;DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"&lt;br /&gt;SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;DAD: "If you must know, I make 100 an hour."&lt;br /&gt;SON: "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow  50?"&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that 50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door."Are you asleep, son?" He asked."No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy."I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man."It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the 50 you asked for."The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled.Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father."Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled."Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied."Daddy, I have 100 now, can I buy an hour of your time?Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you. "The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without spending some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our heart.&lt;br /&gt;Do remember to share that 100 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than onto our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-4465321053794651060?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4465321053794651060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4465321053794651060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4465321053794651060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4465321053794651060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-sunday-2.html' title='STORY SUNDAY #2'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4276210171393231415</id><published>2008-09-12T11:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:19:33.845+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo friday'/><title type='text'>Photo Friday # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhXUCDg_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/mVdomWc0T1A/s1600-h/Onam_in_Shols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhXUCDg_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/mVdomWc0T1A/s320/Onam_in_Shols.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244830294191866866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The intricately designed flower mats-POOKOLAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhXvdaGqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2dTVxixJtA0/s1600-h/Onam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhXvdaGqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2dTVxixJtA0/s320/Onam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244830301554350754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pookolam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhYNLJH9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1ci7M-zgIVw/s1600-h/kala-vela-festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhYNLJH9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1ci7M-zgIVw/s320/kala-vela-festival.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244830309530804178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kala Vela festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhYU1eGLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LEg5WkjuJqw/s1600-h/Onam_sadhya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhYU1eGLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LEg5WkjuJqw/s320/Onam_sadhya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244830311587387570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onam Sadhya-Spl dishes of Onam/&lt;b&gt;'Kaanam Vittum Onam Unnanam'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhYug6imI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oBevML_XNqw/s1600-h/kerala48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhYug6imI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oBevML_XNqw/s320/kerala48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244830318480493154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snake boat Race in the pampa river..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-4276210171393231415?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4276210171393231415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4276210171393231415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4276210171393231415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4276210171393231415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-friday-2.html' title='Photo Friday # 2'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlhXUCDg_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/mVdomWc0T1A/s72-c/Onam_in_Shols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2926911236274769799</id><published>2008-09-12T11:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:27:00.936+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Onam'/><title type='text'>Chinna thiru onam vanthalo....</title><content type='html'>Harvest festival of kerala is here..Thiruvonam. Not a keralite though my best friend is one.Here is what i heard from her about this important festival of kerala.and my photo friday #2 is going to be on onam..It is said that according to a popular legend this festival of harvest is celebrated to welcom king mahabali ,whose spirit is said to visit kerala at the festive time.This is a ten day festival and the first day and the tenth day are said to be important.Kerala means coconuts and boat races.who can forget the enchanting backwaters.The enchanting feature of Onam is the snake boat race vallamkali.The traditional games,cultural activities,folk dances add more colours to the zest of celebration.The pookolam is another intersting feature in this festival.Its nothing but intrigately designed flower mats in the courtyards of the houses with lamp decorations is a cultural activity. Happy onam to all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-2926911236274769799?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2926911236274769799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=2926911236274769799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2926911236274769799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/2926911236274769799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/chinna-thiru-onam-vanthalo.html' title='Chinna thiru onam vanthalo....'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-6374023802889929454</id><published>2008-09-12T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:00:00.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Onam ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMli4dHAkjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NYgHN28uzVU/s1600-h/onam.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMli4dHAkjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NYgHN28uzVU/s400/onam.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244831963075875378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMlit6SI6UI/AAAAAAAAAGY/v_uO0S-1gJQ/s1600-h/onam.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Onam  Wishes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-6374023802889929454?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6374023802889929454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=6374023802889929454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6374023802889929454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6374023802889929454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-onam.html' title='Happy Onam ....'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMli4dHAkjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NYgHN28uzVU/s72-c/onam.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-8805414974212068448</id><published>2008-09-11T23:16:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:56:08.964+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Too much to forget..</title><content type='html'>September 11 -- This is turning out to be an unforgettable day.Most of us remember the 9/11 attacks in US.Today take minute to remember them all.Leaving that the most cute couple in kollywood celebrating their  second wedding anniversary today--SURYA AND JYOTHIKA.Happy Anniversary to them.Birthday of one of the gorgeous top actress in kolly wood.Happy birthday to Shriya Saran.Well considering the date i too have something with this.My first day of college.I had the inauguration celebration and a start to my new life.All the best to me..lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-8805414974212068448?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8805414974212068448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=8805414974212068448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8805414974212068448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8805414974212068448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-much-to-forget.html' title='Too much to forget..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4977212015641624604</id><published>2008-09-09T23:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:14:41.486+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo friday'/><title type='text'>Photo Friday #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDMsQILGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ACfOEkYRD38/s1600-h/vivo+1+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244093438924172386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDMsQILGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ACfOEkYRD38/s320/vivo+1+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vivo city,the shopping mall in singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDNHJ0MwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/96GA686SJUc/s1600-h/vivo+1+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244093446145454850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDNHJ0MwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/96GA686SJUc/s320/vivo+1+(4).jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ dark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDNcFz5gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DAkSR-UzWBs/s1600-h/vivo+1+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244093451765802498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDNcFz5gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DAkSR-UzWBs/s320/vivo+1+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDN3ES-wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BSy9yHapgjA/s1600-h/vivo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244093459007208194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDN3ES-wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BSy9yHapgjA/s320/vivo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The letter VIVO architectured in the ceilings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDOKGQkLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y_Dx79CCT-0/s1600-h/vivo+1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244093464115712178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDOKGQkLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y_Dx79CCT-0/s320/vivo+1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbAbpEC7iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6t2TcahITgI/s1600-h/VivoCityEntrance-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Food court in Vivo city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8052671934124024700-4977212015641624604?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4977212015641624604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4977212015641624604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4977212015641624604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4977212015641624604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-friday-1.html' title='Photo Friday #1'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SMbDMsQILGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ACfOEkYRD38/s72-c/vivo+1+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-6726294812422971168</id><published>2008-09-01T00:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:55:28.464+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Paying fine teaches lessons</title><content type='html'>A day with a good start ended with disappointment.Well it was my fault though.I went to Landmark book store along with a friend of mine in search of calligraphy books and landed paying fine to the traffic police even before i went.I didn't have a license,No helmet,Wrong route.. A perfect end.Guess i was lucky today the policeman was kind enough to let me go with a fine of 100 bucks.Thanks to him.If he had pressed charges for all the three i would never would have ended up buying the books.That was a narrow escape.When i came home and told my father about it i had hell lot of dialouges waiting which i knew even before he said.First thing Past three years my father is pressing me to take a license which i have not even listened.Now i get caught i m not allowed to drive anymore without a license..That puts me off.Planning to get a Learners license this week so i could apply for original license.Some times payings fines do teach lesson which i regret later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-6726294812422971168?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6726294812422971168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=6726294812422971168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6726294812422971168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6726294812422971168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/09/paying-fine-teaches-lessons.html' title='Paying fine teaches lessons'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-4814243671534642100</id><published>2008-08-31T15:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:43:36.308+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Gud Bye to ALL INGS-MessagING,BrowsING,TalkING,IMING..</title><content type='html'>The time i am writing this post is 4.30 am.I am mentioning this for a reason.Just an hour ago i just opened my laptop started browsing and logged into messanger.The minute i logged there were four to five windows popping up.All said the same word of welcome-- HYE,HI,HALO,HEY.. continuing with all of them.I texted my friend.Usually i do this late night phone talks which i always enjoyed.When i dont talk i text or IM or browse.While just going through websites i found something which caught my eye.While i was reading my dad knocked and ask me to sleep early.This is always his routine dailouge as a good child i always tell yes.I don't really sleep early.My bed time is usually after 1 sometimes does extend till early morning.Back to the article which i was reading.I m writing this post because of the article.I ll come to what the article says.It was mainly for teens who stay awake the night doing the same things as me.It just says how this technology stuff spoils the sleep.There were days where people had bad opinions or call names when they came home after it was dark.ie after 6 or 7.Then slowly it changed to 9 and 10.Now people are hi-fi and are called freaks or be popular only if they don't sleep at night, come home late.Specialy adolescent who like to tell 'I m freaky,I m so this Hi-Fi gal,I m modern--ish.." spend the nights like me.[Doesn't mean i am all that..:p] That article struck me like lightening.My parents have been telling me these for years.Still i found that late night phone talks were better than the morning sunrise.Its not that i am planning to change my routine because i read this article.Most of the days last week i had to get up early inspite of staying awake the whole night and  the whole day i had some or the other work so i couldn't even get a nap.Ended up a non lazy day.I kind off liked that feeling.Getting up early i was able to finish most of the things i wanted too.I ran out of work and got bored and wanted to do something rather than sleeping.I got time clean my room and do most of the things which i wanted to do.Either i didnt find time or was lazy.But waking up early i found this new girl in me where i didn't want to be lazy.Atleast i wanted to have that good feeling.Still i couldn't make that early bird practise regularly.That article i read atleast made me remember the good feeling which i want to bring up.And i want to write this because there are people who are like me.I feel this is also kinda FrEaKiSh!! lol.. My resolution for the rest of this month Early bed early rise.. ALL INGS Are going to miss me Except SLEEPING.. I think i have missed enough of it.. Good Night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-4814243671534642100?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4814243671534642100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=4814243671534642100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4814243671534642100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/4814243671534642100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/08/gud-bye-to-all-ings-messagingbrowsingta.html' title='Gud Bye to ALL INGS-MessagING,BrowsING,TalkING,IMING..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-8590981496579079203</id><published>2008-08-31T15:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:30:01.178+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Never you can win over me..</title><content type='html'>I've known loneliness before&lt;br /&gt;You can never tie me down&lt;br /&gt;I shall live alone&lt;br /&gt;And rise above you&lt;br /&gt;You think I'll Cry,&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes are dry&lt;br /&gt;I'll Walk alone ,&lt;br /&gt;But with pride&lt;br /&gt;You think you win&lt;br /&gt;But Oh! Alas!you've failed.&lt;br /&gt;I can fly high&lt;br /&gt;And stillI'll walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Never you can win over me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-8590981496579079203?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8590981496579079203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=8590981496579079203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8590981496579079203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/8590981496579079203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-you-can-win-over-me.html' title='Never you can win over me..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-7066986878500780093</id><published>2008-08-31T15:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:30:01.058+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>That Day..</title><content type='html'>I am sorry are soothing words&lt;br /&gt;That are normally used&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking to avoid discussion&lt;br /&gt;With thinking,to wipe away everything.&lt;br /&gt;At times, during talk&lt;br /&gt;Voices raise high,&lt;br /&gt;Loss of patience,&lt;br /&gt;Lack of foresight,&lt;br /&gt;Fuel to the flames,&lt;br /&gt;Veils of self pride,&lt;br /&gt;One day,One Minute&lt;br /&gt;You will realize&lt;br /&gt;One's errors and slips&lt;br /&gt;That day....Adopt the graceful use of the word"Sorry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-7066986878500780093?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7066986878500780093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=7066986878500780093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/7066986878500780093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/7066986878500780093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-day.html' title='That Day..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-3266097423048702613</id><published>2008-08-31T02:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:21:52.083+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story sunday'/><title type='text'>STORY SUNDAY #1</title><content type='html'>Fell In Love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oops not again..” I checked my watch again as if that would make the time go slower. I knew the bus would have gone. To confirm it, I got a message from Sonam “bus came ...wru”.&lt;br /&gt;I had an onsite call at 8.30. As usual I called the only person I think of, whenever I am in trouble.” Hello.. Tell me”’ that was his sleepy voice. I didn’t know whether I should ask him to drop me to office now. He had started from office at 12 the previous night. I was still thinking all this when he asked “Are u in the bus?” “No I missed it by 2 minutes “as if missing it by 2 minutes was good enough. “Ok I will pick u up in 20 minutes” “but u came so late yesterday, u sleep. I will go by auto.” “No. I have some work and I am hungry.. Didn’t have anything properly yesterday night”&lt;br /&gt;I reached office well in time to have breakfast. After call I had little work. And I found out the so called work for Rahul was sleeping at my desk till he got a call from his PM. That was Rahul.. Full of fun, my best friend. Friends for almost a year, there was little we didn’t know about each other. It is said that girls share every little secret with their best friends. Rahul was patient enough to hear all the gossip and my jealous stories about other girls. (In turn I had to listen to his sports and tech stuff and his comments about girls (beautiful according to his dictionary)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all were looking for pongal holidays, which meant pongal and sugarcane instead of pizza and coffee. I was looking forward to seeing all my cousins. I enjoyed those 5 days more than what I expected. On the first day it took me around midnight to realize I needed some sleep. When I checked my mobile before sleeping, it had 15 messages from Rahul. I felt happy and guilty for not seeing them before. I called him and we talked for 2 hours. Next day my brother asked me “were u on phone the whole night” “no only for some time and it was Rahul”. I don’t know y all the brothers are so protective about their sisters. My brother didn’t like the reply “Who ever it was… what’s the need for u to talk at such an odd hour.” My mom came to my support and asked my brother not ask any more questions to me. On the day when I had to leave, my mom was packing snacks for me when she said “I know u and Rahul are good friends but take care others don’t mistake it”.I didn’t expect this from her, I asked her “what do u think?” “It doesn’t matter what I think, u can’t go and explain it to everyone” .there was something in her voice which made me promise her that we were good friends and there was nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell Rahul all this. After office v went to ice cream parlor. I was telling him everything I did for d past 5 days. When I asked him what he did. He replied “I fell in love with u” I thought it was one of his jokes. He told me to think properly and give him an answer the next day. Later in the night I was in bed trying to sleep but mind was full of what Rahul had told me. From the time he had left me in parlor, he had messaged me telling me about his love for me. I knew Rahul will also be awake. For some reason I didn’t want to talk to him now. I was sure if Rahul was in love with some other girl, I would be the first one to help him in every possible way. But the girl being me was something which I was not able to cope up with.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know when I slept. I had his photo beside me when I slept. My best friend wanted to be my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Rahul was waiting for me in Food Court. My mind was saying NO and my heart said YES. He gave me a chocolate and asked me what my decision was. It was my heart which replied first leaving the mind to rest for some time. “Yes” that’s what came out of my mouth. That day was my happiest day. Everything changed after that day. Each and every second I was thinking about him. It was so wonderful to be in love. We treasured every moment we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;I could say I got my first heart attack or it stopped working when my dad told me they had seen a guy for me. They wanted me to come home during the weekend to meet the guy and his family. I discussed this with Rahul and we decided I should tell my parents about him. We took leave on Friday and visited all the temples we could (I was appearing for an exam after many years). I boarded my bus with a smile on my face and told him I will surely convince my parents.&lt;br /&gt;My results were declared the next second I came out with the answer.” he is from a different caste. U can’t marry him”. I was not going to live with his caste but in his heart which didn’t have any caste. But destiny had something else for me.&lt;br /&gt;Dad had a heart attack. I had cried so many times during my childhood for chocolates, dresses and what not. I saw dad crying for the first time in my life. Mom kept telling me how much they loved me and everything they did was for my good. My brother stopped talking to me. At last I had to say “YES” for the guy (I didn’t knew whether It was my heart or mind which said it)&lt;br /&gt;Mom said she will talk to Rahul and explain things. But I wanted to tell it myself. I told him everything over the phone. He told me he will ask his parents to come and talk to my parents. I told him to forget me. He wasn’t ready to hear that. He said he will do anything to marry me. Slowly I started ignoring his calls. I couldn’t think about telling him to forget me. It pained even to think about that. I got engaged and returned to office with invitations to hand over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Rahul in the ice cream parlor. I told him I was getting married to the guy my parents have seen. He said he can’t live without me. I told him I can’t do anything. He shouted at me and left. I knew he cried d whole night. He started ignoring me from that day. The day before my marriage I hid all our photos and gifts in a room in my parents place. I was trying to lock all my old memories. I got married. Rahul never spoke to me after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mobile was ringing. It was Rahul.”hey wake up or u will miss your bus today also”&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the dream I had. Rahul was waiting for me in Food Court. My mind was saying NO and my heart said YES. He asked me whether it was a “YES” or “NO”. My mind replied “NO”. I knew I was breaking his heart. But I didn’t want him to suffer later. If he feels now, I will be there to take care of him. He was my best friend and I wanted him to be there with me for ever as a friend. I hope he soon realizes that all the love stories don’t end in marriage. “I am sorry Rahul”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-3266097423048702613?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3266097423048702613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=3266097423048702613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3266097423048702613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3266097423048702613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-sunday-1.html' title='STORY SUNDAY #1'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-511710903255866042</id><published>2008-08-31T02:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:11:49.728+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photo Fridays and Story sundays</title><content type='html'>Planning to do this in my blog.I like photography.I like writing.Why not improve and learn more.So here i start from this week onwards.My Blog is going to have Photo Fridays where i am planning to upload photos and story sundays are going to be short stories every week.Beginning a new step.How far is this is going to go..Lets wait and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S :Not all photos would be photographed by me.Not all Stories would be written by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-511710903255866042?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/511710903255866042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=511710903255866042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/511710903255866042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/511710903255866042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/08/photo-fridays-and-story-sundays.html' title='Photo Fridays and Story sundays'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-1056534046034754820</id><published>2008-08-31T02:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:52:24.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chennai'/><title type='text'>Chennai Running for a cause-MARG CHENNAI MARATHON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SLrsO46jscI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RILlOuiCWn0/s1600-h/chennaimarathon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240760856939311554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SLrsO46jscI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RILlOuiCWn0/s200/chennaimarathon4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SLrrGeyR74I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dQzG9GvfSsQ/s1600-h/chennaimarathon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SLmzcx74HwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0WB6h5uegWA/s1600-h/index-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240416948444471042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SLmzcx74HwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0WB6h5uegWA/s200/index-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for chennai to show their Spirit,to make a pledge and commitment..MARG CHENNAI MARATHON.This run is a message reflecting true essence of human spirit and existence : Freedom, grit, compassion, reason and being a beautiful community – ideals which remained the raisandetre for human kind to claim pre-eminence in this planet. So friends come on, join the run and sing gently - WE ARE THE HUMAN RACE!Many Categories are there for the run.21 km run,7km chennai run,7km juniors and even wheel chair.. Different rules and regulations for each.Running for Give life.A charity run which will help 13000 Kids.Lets Run Chennai for a noble cause.We lend our feet for many wanting lives..Updates Continue after the run..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a hit.Only thousands were expected but one lakh seventy thousand ran for charity.It turned out to be a huge success despite one death.Chennaites have proved the world.A better way to get fit and run for a cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-1056534046034754820?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.margchennaimarathon.com/index.htm' title='Chennai Running for a cause-MARG CHENNAI MARATHON'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1056534046034754820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=1056534046034754820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1056534046034754820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/1056534046034754820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/08/marg-chennai-marathon.html' title='Chennai Running for a cause-MARG CHENNAI MARATHON'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SLrsO46jscI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RILlOuiCWn0/s72-c/chennaimarathon4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-6949378391498739985</id><published>2008-08-21T02:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:12:29.834+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>The past is never dead, it is not even past!</title><content type='html'>We do not remember days, we remember moments.There are moments in life which remain precious forever.I never thought memories have good healing powers and give what life needed.It did for me.The memories of my past have made be smile today.It brought back the ingredients lost.It gave me happiness.Happy memories,Sad memories,Fun memories whatever they might be all must be cherished.One day it will be needed to add spice in life.It will make up for the ingredients lost.May give a new memory too.Never have i thought back about anything in the past until needed.When i did it today it proved fruitful.It made me happy and cheerful.And i learnt memoreis are just not things to be remembered but something precious to cherish eternally however they maybe.Today it was like a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.Life is a rough biography. Memories smooth out the edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man's memory is his private literature. ~Aldous Huxley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-6949378391498739985?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6949378391498739985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=6949378391498739985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6949378391498739985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/6949378391498739985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/08/past-is-never-dead-it-is-not-even-past.html' title='The past is never dead, it is not even past!'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-5032066201952421501</id><published>2008-08-17T00:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:45:53.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><title type='text'>Calligraphy..</title><content type='html'>I got a calligraphy lettering set as a gift for my birthday. Looks like i have developed craze over this new thing.I have been looking around books for this and tracked few.Still looking for beginers guide though.I never really had interests in drawing or painting any part of my life.Suddenly here i am in one of the arts.Wondering why this sudden interest? I realised it when i was telling my friend about this.1.The person who gave me these.may be.. lol  Thanks for the gft 2.I always loved my writing.3.Proud of my handwriting. Surely it must be these reasons.I have started off well.Lets see how long its going to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-5032066201952421501?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5032066201952421501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=5032066201952421501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5032066201952421501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/5032066201952421501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/08/calligraphy.html' title='Calligraphy..'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-246264547692303345</id><published>2008-08-17T00:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:12:51.423+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>After a long time turned to the side of blogging again..I want to dump more i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start of 14th august.. My birthday.. An excited day an awaiting day of the year..i hve turned 19..The past 18 years i have always looked forward for this day.Its fun and always excited..I expect lots of gifts..And always i wanted to have fun and only fun.And pretty much it always end up like what i expect.This birthday was never exciting like the rest.The point here is it should be because i got lots of gifts more than the previous ones and most importantly i was with the people i loved truly however they were.I never had people like that before.It started off with crying and most importantly this birthday was the only one i had experienced all the emotions i have ever known.Frustration,Hatred,Surprise,Angry,Sad,Happy..what ever i have known..except excitement which i always had..Lately trying to find out the reason i have failed.Like all ends well it was quite ok.But i found it the unluckiest days of all.I had a special dinner planned and to start of i ruined it by forgetting quite a fewthings.Then an accident..Then a bad news..everything right in front of me spoiling the whole dinner plan which was to be fun.I did have fun.Not real fun.The whole night i was guilty and blamed myself being an unlucky charm for the people with me.I did get gifts which cheered me up here and there.How i wish it could be the best of birthdays..All dreams never come true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-246264547692303345?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/246264547692303345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=246264547692303345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/246264547692303345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/246264547692303345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-8026199342648524714</id><published>2008-07-28T02:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:13:33.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Importance of 14th August</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My birthday date 14th August i wanted to know what other things are happening except my birthday.I only knew it was the independance day of PAKISTAN. Browsing through pages i finally found a few.I landed on this site which gave me a brief history &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ON THAT DAY THE HAPPENINGS AROUND THE WORLD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1945: World War II ends.Japan agrees to surrender to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Allies_the/m0002845.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the Allies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; The decision, which brought an end to the most costly war in human history, came after a momentous week that saw two U.S. atomic bombs dropped on Japan and a declaration of war by the Soviets. In the evening, 1,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Japanese/m0022769.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Japanese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;army officers attacked the imperial palace with the intention of seizing a recorded message of Emperor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Hirohito_19011989/m0014149.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hirohito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;announcing the surrender; the imperial guards repulsed them. The next day, Hirohito's speech, which asked his people to endure the unendurable, was played on national radio, and hundreds of millions of people around the world celebrated V-J Day. Victory over Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1986Pakistan politician &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Bhutto_Benazir_1953/m0018918.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Benazir Bhutto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; eldest daughter of former president Ali Bhutto who had been executed for murder and corruption in 1979, is arrested and detained in prison under the orders of President Zia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;197915 yachtsmen are killed by a Force 10 gale during the Fastnet Yacht Race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1979Former &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/MP/m0021282.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;MP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;John Stonehouse is released from prison after being jailed for trying to fake his own death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1969British troops are deployed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Ireland_Northern/m0027343.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Northern Ireland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- to help quell sectarian riots in Londonderry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1969Keith Castle becomes the first British patient to receive a heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/transplant/m0013293.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;transplant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1948Australian cricketer Don Bradman plays his last Test match innings at the Oval Cricket Ground in London. After receiving a standing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/ovation/m0054164.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ovation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; he is bowled out for nought - blinded, its claimed, by the tears in his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1948Opening of the Olympic Games in London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1945World War II: Follwoing the dropping of atomic bombs on the cities of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Hiroshima/m0014151.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hiroshima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and Nagasaki Japan surrenders to Allies to end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/World_War_II/m0005387.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;World War II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; VJ Day, Victory over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Japan/m0019799.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Japan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; is officially celebrated on August 15th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1928The world's first scheduled television programmes are broadcast by WRNY in New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1908Staging of Britain's first international beauty contest - at the Pier Hippodrome in Folkestone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1900End of the two-month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Boxer/m0018086.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Boxer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rebellion against European involvement in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/China/m0019713.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;China &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;when an international force, including British, American, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Italian/m0028705.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Italian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Japanese/m0022769.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Japanese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;troops, relieves the foreign legations which had been under siege in Beijing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1893The world's first car registration plates are introduced in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/France/m0019976.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1881Completion of the construction of Cologne Cathedral - the work having been started in 1248.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;BIRTHDAYS OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1946American TV actress Susan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/James_St_lived_1st_century_AD/m0020029.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;St James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1867English writer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Galsworthy_John_18671933/m0001446.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;John Galsworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1978English dance band conductor Victor Sylvester.&lt;br /&gt;1956German playwright and poet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Brecht_Bertolt_Eugen_Berthold_Friedrich_18981956/m0018272.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Bertolt Brecht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1951US &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/publishing/m0012687.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;publishing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;tycoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="hotlink" href="http://www.thehistorychannel.co.uk/site/encyclopedia/article_show/Hearst_William_Randolph_18631951/m0001684.html?from=hotlink" target="_SELF"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;William Randolph Hearst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_4075000/4075437.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;969: British troops sent into Northern Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British Government sends troops into Northern Ireland in what it says is a "limited operation" to restore law and order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_2802000/2802553.stm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_2802000/2802553.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1980: Shipyard Poles strike for their rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Shipyard workers in Gdansk, Poland, strike in protest over the dismissal of a trade union activist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_3554000/3554670.stm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_3554000/3554670.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2000: Rescuers race to save stricken Kursk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A rescue operation is underway to save the lives of more than 100 sailors on board a Russian submarine grounded at the bottom of the Barents Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_3886000/3886877.stm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_3886000/3886877.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1979: Freak storm hits yacht race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dozens of yachts are lost and at least three people killed after a freak storm blows during the Fastnet yacht race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_3536000/3536533.stm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_3536000/3536533.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1941: Secret meetings seal US-Britain alliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;US President Franklin D Roosevelt and UK PM Winston Churchill agree plans for downfall of Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_2495000/2495385.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2001: Setback for NI peace process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The IRA says it is withdrawing a proposal it made last week on putting its weapons beyond use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_3920000/3920771.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2003: Lights go out across NE America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Massive power failures cause chaos across the eastern United States and Canada, hitting cities such as New York and Ottawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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August'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052671934124024700.post-2489771734377468907</id><published>2008-07-27T05:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:13:54.390+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personalities'/><title type='text'>Chinmayee...</title><content type='html'>Chinmayee sriprada..I just know her as a celebrity.I jus came across her profile in orkut n happened to see her blog link there.I started reading it yesterday and atlast finally found time just now to finish it.This girl she is just amazing.I dont know how she manages i was stunned when i read the profile and the blog.I was like ARE THERE PPL LIKE HER IN THE WORLD? i hardly had opinions on her before i started.Now that i am finished I can hardly think about anything else except her.A VJ,RJ,TRANSLATOR,SINGER-- Wat not i even saw her mentioning she could dance..I am just awestruck.I started adoring her almost.The way she just presented herself it was a goodfeeling.The way she carried out her words and presented it made them alive.I adore her for her talents.Does GOD give all the talents to a single person?May be yes sometimes.Chinmayee is one of a kind.Keep it up!Though i cant bless u for i am younger than you i can wish you still.All the best!Keep going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S--Bad at spelling and grammar..sry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-2489771734377468907?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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My first blog..Thats where i entered into the world of blogging.Now i think i am just a new entry i am not pretty sure of everything.Though I am trying to learn and get better..I am into another one here BRAINDUMP.This is to post what i feel.I know BLOG is for that but this is going to be a real Brain dump.WARNING..[:p] Any ways lets see how far it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8052671934124024700-3819094320349129343?l=abenayasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3819094320349129343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8052671934124024700&amp;postID=3819094320349129343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3819094320349129343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8052671934124024700/posts/default/3819094320349129343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abenayasays.blogspot.com/2008/07/braindump.html' title='BRAINDUMP'/><author><name>Abenaya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10013686257180066097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZYAi3cFbzk/SfLZcBvmX7I/AAAAAAAAANE/hUfzTjqmN9w/S220/651465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
