<?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-15614196</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:54:19.298-08:00</updated><category term='silence'/><category term='shock'/><category term='revolt'/><category term='india'/><category term='peace'/><category term='general'/><category term='talk'/><category term='rant'/><category term='note'/><category term='random'/><category term='mumbai'/><category term='WAKE UP'/><title type='text'>monkey see, monkey do</title><subtitle type='html'>the title is self descriptive. Need i say more?! Enter and perish</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-1731975152453147041</id><published>2011-10-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:08:52.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighting up the world, a little bulb at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So when unemployment hit me, I had the toughest time getting used to it. It was a daily task to get up and get motivated. And then one day, I saw these old, empty bottles lying in the cupboard at home. And then it dawned on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my trusty kit of brushes and paints,&amp;nbsp; I sat down and let the brush talk to me. And lo, and behold, I had made a quirky piece of so-called art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I started to keep myself occupied and, so far, I ain't complaining. Welcome to HIGH-LIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link if you want to check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/lavalady/highlight"&gt;www.wix.com/lavalady/highlight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-1731975152453147041?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1731975152453147041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=1731975152453147041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/1731975152453147041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/1731975152453147041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/lighting-up-world-little-bulb-at-time.html' title='Lighting up the world, a little bulb at a time'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-2075928726973007494</id><published>2009-08-20T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:51:46.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-2075928726973007494?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2075928726973007494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=2075928726973007494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/2075928726973007494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/2075928726973007494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-work.html' title='some work'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lyz846qJ72k/TVjQ9VF-deI/AAAAAAAAB3U/SwMGJte1xOo/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-3336486226691406378</id><published>2009-01-10T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:38:10.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>General Rant</title><content type='html'>It's funny how you seem to write your best work only when you're sad or upset..atleast that's the way it is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how life will hand things to you with a pinch of salt and sugar, but at no point of time is the quantity the same.. There's never an equal measure of the good with the bad. It's either freakishly bad or amazingly good. That's what makes life so interesting, i guess. It can give you the biggest high when things are going your way and be the best experience you can ask for. But bring in the bad, and it rolls in reallly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as humans are never satisfied with what we have or what we get. It's "human nature" to want more. But what is more? How much is too much to ask for? There has to be a line you draw for yourself where you say to yourself, " Yeah..i think i'm good and happy with this." Very rarely, do you come across an individual who says that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flip side to being content is that you'll never strive for more.. or atleast you'd never think about it. Which is a form of stagnation, i'd say. Wanting more is not a crime. That's what life is all about. Experiencing EVERYTHING. living it up. If you don't want more, you won't get more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again.. wanting more leads to needing more which leads to not knowing when to stop..and the cycle goes on. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's how life is.. and now i'm being repetetive, and so shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-3336486226691406378?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3336486226691406378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=3336486226691406378&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/3336486226691406378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/3336486226691406378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/general-rant.html' title='General Rant'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-2244371654666182117</id><published>2008-11-28T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:31:47.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WAKE UP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>A note to all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two days of horror. Two days of disaster. Two days that have never been witnessed before. And the fight goes on. News channels all over the world have been covering the events. Shock and disbelief prevails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent "WAR" on mumbai is revolting and unimaginable. It is unimaginable that people would have the will and determination to take lives for no reason. Who in their right minds would do this!? Why do people do these things in the name of religion?! Does any of this make any sense? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country has been subject to a number of these attacks. Over the past decade, countless attacks, big and small, have taken place. But has anything concrete been done? I think not. But that's my opinion. Our government has been complacent and ignorant of things for too long. Elections bring out their "best"(which isn't much) and the rest of the time they make a mockery of democracy. What have they done to make sure we are safe in our own country? When can we step out of our houses without having to fear for our lives? Countless innocent people have lost their lives for no rhyme or reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times must we face another 26/11 before something's done? Questions that our government must start answering. As a country we must stand up for our rights. We vote these politicians to power(unfortunately) and it's time we get what we deserve. If we don't do something, who will? Our politicians??? HAH.. the same people who need 10 billion cars in their convoywhen they travel from one point to another, while the rest of the country suffers from petrol shortage? The same people who use communalism to face such situations? The same people who consume mindless amount of electricity for their damn "rallies" when are facing our biggest power crisis??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time like this we as people must stand united against the ugly face of terror.. it looks like our higher officials can't discard their ridiculously archaic views, put aside their differences and board a damn plane together, just to give some hope to the country. We MUST wake up! WAKE UP and stand up against these people. Our country can do it..together! Put aside our differences and make a statement-"We are not politicians".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times our people act like absolute morons, standing behind anchors, waving and staring at times like this. God forbid a stray bullet hits one of them, who will they blame?! We can do our bit to help...Stay out of the way of the security forces. They know what they are doing. They are highly experienced and no one, I repeat, NO ONE, has the right to question their actions. If it weren't for these brave souls, utter choas would have reigned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I salute the security forces who have been involved in this long battle and pray for the families who have lost their loved ones or are waiting to hear from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hats off to our security forces. They are the true saviours. They are the true heroes. My condolences and prayers are with the families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/15614196-2244371654666182117?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2244371654666182117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=2244371654666182117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/2244371654666182117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/2244371654666182117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-to-all.html' title='A note to all..'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-6955134991131052841</id><published>2008-06-12T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:30:55.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><title type='text'>Peace..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/SFFHgt4kAjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xKaQheJT0X8/s1600-h/P1011003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211024871242596914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/SFFHgt4kAjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xKaQheJT0X8/s400/P1011003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A commodity that has become a rarity, except in the realms of our soul. Disturbing.&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/15614196-6955134991131052841?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6955134991131052841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=6955134991131052841&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/6955134991131052841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/6955134991131052841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/peace.html' title='Peace..'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/SFFHgt4kAjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xKaQheJT0X8/s72-c/P1011003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-3418823583995857343</id><published>2007-04-17T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:22:35.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Through her eyes you could see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What she had been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The person you never thought she'd be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She was the girl who never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That she was a gem from up above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With her head hanging low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She walks around with a cloud above her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You could almost feel it pour out of her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Never knowing all the while that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You were an actor in the life of Mary Sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Call out her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Only to get a vow of silence;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You're just another pawn in her game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A game no one knew the name of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What a way to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Without anyone by her side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She took a leap and a final bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And yet you never knew that all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You were an actor in the life of Mary Sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-3418823583995857343?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3418823583995857343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=3418823583995857343&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/3418823583995857343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/3418823583995857343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghost.html' title='Ghost'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-1794630622962713170</id><published>2007-03-15T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T10:54:43.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering mind</title><content type='html'>15th March,2007. It is exactly 11:10 pm on this stuffy, dark night. The screen is blurry and hazy. It's not the lack of sleep that's taking over. It's something one cannot even begin to fathom. It's something i cannot possibly describe on something so unimaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Spheres, big and small, drop..plit-plot-plit-plot..drop till they flop into the emptiness of it all. Maybe they can understand what it's like,maybe they know what i'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers no one can provide. Answers that seem logical enough but aren't practical. Things may not always morph into what you want them to be, yet there's no harm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they continue..plit-plot-plit-plot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-1794630622962713170?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1794630622962713170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=1794630622962713170&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/1794630622962713170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/1794630622962713170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2007/03/wandering-mind.html' title='wandering mind'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-116317495721001401</id><published>2006-11-10T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T08:09:17.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivial?! Don't be too sure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. A rainbow rising out of the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. The smell of rain on a warm summer's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Dew drops formed on leaves on a foggy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Butterflies fluttering around you when you're down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Complete silence to reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Playing around in the rain without any worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Playing in the mud without worrying about how you look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Company of people who you don't really have to talk to, to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. A beautiful sunrise and sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. People who really love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are some of the rights,of sorts, that have been bestowed upon us which we never seem to appreciate.In this day and age, almost everyone is so self-involved that we hardly take the time to stop and take insome of the best gifts one could receive or give. This morning I felt really happy only because my day started off with a view of a beautiful rainbow spread across the horizon. They might not be rich in the material sense of the word but are rich in their own natural way. Take time. Relax. Enjoy. We might be the lucky few who can enjoy the true treasures of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-116317495721001401?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/116317495721001401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=116317495721001401&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/116317495721001401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/116317495721001401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2006/11/trivial-dont-be-too-sure.html' title='Trivial?! Don&apos;t be too sure.'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-114527315539389207</id><published>2006-04-17T04:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:25:55.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;{now now.. these are not questions that need to be answered or anything that has to be answered. just a few thoughts.if someone has something to say let it not be snide remarks. PLEASE! go make yourself a nuisance somewhere else.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if i were to die.. where would i go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;if i were to die.. would i be missed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;if i were to die... what would people remember me by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;if i were to die...would u really care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;if i were to die... would it really matter that you didn't get anything out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;if i were to die... how long would it take for you to forget me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;if i were to die... hah! would you actually remember me?(sharanya who!!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;if were to die...would you be glad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;if i were to die.. hardy har har har?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;if i were to die.. when would it be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-114527315539389207?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/114527315539389207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=114527315539389207&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/114527315539389207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/114527315539389207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2006/04/if_114527315539389207.html' title='if.'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-114334526605502705</id><published>2006-03-25T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:54:26.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Everything that lives,&lt;br /&gt;    lives not alone,&lt;br /&gt;    lives not for itself."&lt;br /&gt;                                            -William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In this dog-eat-dog world, that's what people fail to understand. Or rather fail to accept and tend to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude and indebtedness are as short-lived as a bar of chocolate in a diabetic's refridgerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; never truly understood this aspect of the human memory. When in need,help is craved and sought out.&lt;br /&gt;Help recieved, formalities bartered and things go back to normal. But when the time comes to return that&lt;br /&gt;favour once released upon you, the person tends to forget, and forget he does. It never seems important enough to retain in the precious pockets of our memory. Why waste invaluable space on these things when there are more important things like..um..oh let's see...the cost of this cosmetic, the timings of a particular movie, when this girl went out with that guy's friend's ex-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend. Frivality seems to prevail today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like what my dad says-- humans are probably the most ungrateful, undeserving species that could ever be created.&lt;br /&gt;Animals don't ever hold grudges against you if you do something to them. They are loyal and true to themselves. And what makes us "superior" to the other animals..just the fact that we have an auditory advantage over them. We are as brutal, probably more, more savage, and could never match the faithfulness and love that animals show you even if we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's keeping us from realising that there's a lot more to life than just monetary value? We got lost somewhere along the path..&lt;br /&gt;it's about time we made our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-114334526605502705?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/114334526605502705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=114334526605502705&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/114334526605502705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/114334526605502705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-mine.html' title='I am mine'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-114200736243830175</id><published>2006-03-10T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:16:02.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings of the dark</title><content type='html'>Where the moon rises and the sun sets,that's where it lies. &lt;br /&gt;Buried, deep down  under the layers of soil. &lt;br /&gt;Trampled upon by the never ending treads.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what lies beneath nor do they care. &lt;br /&gt;After all they aren't the ones looking upward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from it all, but not completely.&lt;br /&gt;The irony is beyond the understandable.&lt;br /&gt;Bogged down and yet not exactly; by something so uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;Nourished by the despair and gloom, growing on it;&lt;br /&gt;Minute by minute while the leech sucks the life out of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with life, like none other; filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to get out, eager and anxious, but it isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;Fate had something else on her mind. &lt;br /&gt;Destiny wouldn't allow it either.&lt;br /&gt;The End is near, too close for comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-114200736243830175?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/114200736243830175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=114200736243830175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/114200736243830175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/114200736243830175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2006/03/musings-of-dark.html' title='musings of the dark'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113855182932661849</id><published>2006-01-29T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:51:12.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHIRLWIND!!</title><content type='html'>i hereby declare myself officially "NOT BOTHERED ABOUT SHIT!!!!!"  YOU may now KISS MY BIG FAT ARSE! Everyone can shove it down some stinking toilet for all i care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust. Faith. All that's fine if it actually exists in this f***ing world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113855182932661849?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113855182932661849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113855182932661849&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113855182932661849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113855182932661849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2006/01/whirlwind.html' title='WHIRLWIND!!'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113630694602184579</id><published>2006-01-03T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T08:52:54.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it goes on...</title><content type='html'>Well, might look like another blog with an article about how we have reached another year and how things have changed and the like.. but ain't that the truth now!? And it is that time of the year so i'm gonna do just the same!(for those buggers who don't give a shit.. the exit's that-a-way!..leaves me with very few comments but you can shove it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Just came back from a friend's party.. good fun. Met quite a few people whom i haven't seen in ages! WOW!The change...just a year or 2 without contact and so much has happened..trivial it might be, even so! At the end of every year, the same thought comes to mind,"this year went by pretty fast!" Somehow, this year seemed even more so.. with the boards and zillion entrances (*argh*), and then stepping into college and a whole new list of activities and friends and whole new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Time flies and you never know when it's gonna hit you in the face. I wouldn't say this year has been a total waste- i've had the chance to rekindle some lost friendships and the year ending was much better than when it did start... now i'm looking forward to the year ahead. My share of downs will never stop, but i know through it all there will always be someone there, especially my family. I've realised that though they might get on my nerves sometimes, they are the only people who will stick with me through thick and thin. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them.. LOL. I know there's no connection between the beginning of this post and now but this is the best way i can put this up. Definitely looking forward to this year and everything ahead. I know there's plenty out there.. just have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113630694602184579?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113630694602184579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113630694602184579&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113630694602184579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113630694602184579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-so-it-goes-on.html' title='and so it goes on...'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113354107585344671</id><published>2005-12-02T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:31:15.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wings of orange crawled all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The red monsters blazed and cast their dark head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Engulfing all that came in their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like snakes set on their prey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dart forward, lunging with their sharp fangs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Screams of anguish. Pain all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Darkness sets,  mercy it knows not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Care, it knows none, for it has none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It drowns out everything innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leaving no choice, no option, no trace of reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;How fast it destroys, darkening the path it covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As quick as it came, the storm blew away quicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And as the embers begin to settle, slow, very slow does the memory fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything fades, becoming one with the past.And what the future holds, remains one unanswered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="o.5" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113354107585344671?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113354107585344671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113354107585344671&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113354107585344671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113354107585344671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113353375146984396</id><published>2005-12-02T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T06:34:05.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="9b48e5b4"&gt;For those of you who have seen farenheit 9/11 and liked it, there's a programme that's aired on reality tv called &lt;strong&gt;THE AWFUL TRUTH&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a show created by micheal moore. A must watch for people who don't mind his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was a particular segment on the treatment of senior citizens in old age homes in the united states. It really is sad as to what people who are completely defenseless, are put through at the hands of others. PATHETIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with man and his need to cause pain, to hurt a fellow being? What pleasure does one get by torturing someone either physically or mentally and emotionally-though the latter is definitely a lot worse. Everyone has feelings, for crying out loud. People are the same essentially... why doesn't everyone understand that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113353375146984396?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113353375146984396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113353375146984396&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113353375146984396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113353375146984396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-those-of-you-who-have-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113327942858918597</id><published>2005-11-29T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:50:28.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>swirls of mist cloud my mind&lt;br /&gt;leading me to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;i know not what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;i know not where you are.&lt;br /&gt;you can do no wrong-&lt;br /&gt;a pearl in my minds eye.&lt;br /&gt;nothing holds my interest&lt;br /&gt;nothing can heal this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it never end? will it never cease?&lt;br /&gt;closure seems far away.&lt;br /&gt;stretching my mind along with it,&lt;br /&gt;to the limits unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113327942858918597?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113327942858918597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113327942858918597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113327942858918597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113327942858918597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/11/swirls-of-mist-cloud-my-mind-leading.html' title=''/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113257222624286819</id><published>2005-11-21T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T07:22:01.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z...Y...X...</title><content type='html'>Z- zany ways of loony land&lt;br /&gt;Y- yours truly&lt;br /&gt;X- xtra fitting&lt;br /&gt;W- WHATEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;V- very very very very very very&lt;br /&gt;U- Utopia seems nice&lt;br /&gt;T- Truth hurts..face it!&lt;br /&gt;S- sorry isn't as hard as it seems&lt;br /&gt;R- Revenge is sweet&lt;br /&gt;Q- Queer??? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;P- pout. it helps.&lt;br /&gt;O- oily hair..ewww&lt;br /&gt;N- 'n' smell the coffee&lt;br /&gt;M- mamma mia&lt;br /&gt;L- love is complicated&lt;br /&gt;K- keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;J- joke around&lt;br /&gt;I- i'm mad!&lt;br /&gt;H- hello lights up a day&lt;br /&gt;G- gauge what you say&lt;br /&gt;F- fend for yourself&lt;br /&gt;E- everybody is someone&lt;br /&gt;D- derive pleasure out of things good&lt;br /&gt;C- care does no harm&lt;br /&gt;B- be yourself&lt;br /&gt;A- am going nowhere. so hang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113257222624286819?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113257222624286819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113257222624286819&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113257222624286819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113257222624286819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/11/zyx.html' title='Z...Y...X...'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113181164711482703</id><published>2005-11-12T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T02:03:45.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comments required</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="100" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="980c9289"&gt;Panic! Fear! Anxiety! Embarrassment! Things were not quite together. ‘Aar’ could not understand what was happening! She couldn’t explain it even if she tried! It could be compared to making a donkey understand that it has no chance of getting in to Broadway, even if it were the only hope left for the survival of the arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened, you ask? Well, here’s the tale of terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 a.m. - Monday, the 23rd of Some month of Dome year, somewhere across the galaxy. The Red Star was on the horizon. Crickets were chirping. Everyone was gearing themselves up for another day in the cat-race of life. ‘Aar’woke up with a feeling of absolute confidence that nothing could go wrong that day. NOTHING was going to stand in her way – or so she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with her usual ablutions- a long bath in a stream of lava, to cool of the body and then topped it off with a quick dip in a tub of dry ice. She slipped into her “Sunday-best”, a suit of sheer fabric made of the finest material in the world, a suit of aluminium foil. ‘Aar’ looked dazzling. Leaving her room, she made her way down to the kitchen where her mother and father, Mr. and Mrs. Rayz-on, were carrying on their habitual chores. Mr. Rayz-on was reading the daily journal while Mrs. Rayz-on was busy preparing breakfast for the family- her 4 brothers and 5 sisters and of course the family pom dog. The scene, on that day, seemed unusually quiet, considering that the house wasn’t exactly vacant or devoid of people. But it was a school day which explained it all. &lt;strong&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113181164711482703?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113181164711482703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113181164711482703&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113181164711482703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113181164711482703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/11/comments-required.html' title='comments required'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113172739379675620</id><published>2005-11-11T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:43:13.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colorful lights. Hazy mist.&lt;br /&gt;The essence of lavender fills the room.&lt;br /&gt;Sense of peace. A sense of calm.&lt;br /&gt;Resting on your shoulders is nothing but your head. Light-headed as it may be.&lt;br /&gt;Soulful strains of soothing music.&lt;br /&gt;Psychedelic surroundings. World on a different level.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling matched by nothing. Beat by none. Parallel to none.&lt;br /&gt;Calling on the paranormal, the start of an experience, never to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Light breeze swishes the curtains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113172739379675620?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113172739379675620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113172739379675620&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113172739379675620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113172739379675620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113119698355399984</id><published>2005-11-05T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:23:06.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beau-ti-ful!</title><content type='html'>Some of man's best creations. Feast for the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;If ever i'd have to bow down to something these babies would make me stay on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/1600/san%20diego.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/400/san%20diego.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/1600/soft%20tail%20deuce.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/400/soft%20tail%20deuce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/1600/sauk%20prairie%20hd.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/400/sauk%20prairie%20hd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/1600/harley2t3.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/400/harley2t3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/1600/2003%20Harley%20Davidson%20VRSCA.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/837/1451/400/2003%20Harley%20Davidson%20VRSCA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113119698355399984?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113119698355399984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113119698355399984&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113119698355399984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113119698355399984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/11/beau-ti-ful.html' title='beau-ti-ful!'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-113085758033209443</id><published>2005-11-01T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:06:20.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ba-da boom ba-da boom boom shakalaka ba-da boom shakalaka boom ba-da boom bam wham stttsssssstttt *whistle* boom boom and &lt;strong&gt;foithermore&lt;/strong&gt; boom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again when people go completely insane and blow away their money as well as everyone elses eardrums ( not like people are sane the rest of the year but that's not the point). Try living next to a family that has a 2 crore mansion and feel that money DOES grow on trees. You will never have to get out and buy crackers yourself or go to a club for these few days if you want to witness a spectacular show. It's never ending! 3 lakh wallas, 500 rockets at one go(3 -5 sets of these at that!) , the bombs, the pots...the list goes on and on. Oh and open invitation-anyone interested in coming next year for it is quite welcome! These people are going Nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you must understand that i have no problem with people blowing away their money, after all it's their problem but spare us!! I love the rockets and flower pots and the like but when it comes to the bombs- i could scream!!! aargh my head! splitting headache doesn't help really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the essence of it all is what makes all this totally bearable - people getting together and enjoying themselves(for which we really don't need a reason though), the sweets! oo god bless the soul who started making those incredible works of art *slurp*, the lights-EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Finally , i'd just like to wish everyone a very happy and safe diwali(i know, it's nearly over but the thought that counts-so spare me!) Have fun you guys! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-113085758033209443?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/113085758033209443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=113085758033209443&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113085758033209443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/113085758033209443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/11/ba-da-boom-ba-da-boom-boom-shakalaka.html' title=''/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112887400626611493</id><published>2005-10-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:06:46.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt;views are of the author's alone. not applicable to everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If God is for us, who can be against us(Romans8:31)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who is this GOD person?? And if he does exist where is he??(or she for that matter..which actually brings up another issue which ill deal with later) But the first question i put forth to u...what is god!? Who defines wat god is?! And more importantly is god a person or just some imaginary force we name making things easier for us, like everything else! People put themselves through a whole lot of pain and sacrifice in order to appease their respective gods (and in this case am talking about the religious lot) and in the end i'd say that it's just a state of mind, almost like people are willing themselves into believing there's something at the end of all that! I mean it's a sheer waste of money when people spend so much money on rituals and the likes when all that money can be put to good use...for heaven's sake people are dying out there due to lack of monetary aspect!!! Whose to say that all that smoke in our lungs and watery eyes and everything pays off as fortune in the end!?!?! And after all that if things work out well does it really mean that the "FORCE" up there is responsible for that?? hasn't anyone heard of COINCEDENCE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112887400626611493?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112887400626611493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112887400626611493&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112887400626611493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112887400626611493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/10/noteviews-are-of-authors-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112843923404407608</id><published>2005-10-04T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T06:52:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="f02e9bfa"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where the streets have no name,Wherever i may roam, there are always Visions of paradise. the Spinning wheel of life leaves me Amazed so LET'S GET IT STARTED !! Head over feet, Paranoid at the end of it all...it's a Long night and we have to Learn to live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's a Bittersweet symphony and if u need me i'll be with Lucy in the sky with diamonds. on the Stairway to heaven and i'll Fly away where the sun don't shine. like an Eye in the sky, gazing at the never ending Fields of Gold and the ever Beautiful Tequila Sunrise. Nothing else matters and no one can stop me! so Kiss me one last time 'coz  am gonna be Dancing in the moonlight, Always and forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112843923404407608?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112843923404407608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112843923404407608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112843923404407608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112843923404407608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/10/continued.html' title='continued...'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112835455457667440</id><published>2005-10-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T08:49:14.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Iron man Be yourself. You're so true A horse with no name. You never close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;What more do you want? Bleeding me. Well isn't it ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Take your mama out Wherever you will go and you are Standing still While my guitar gently weeps. Nothing compares to you that we are all walking along a Boulevard of broken dreams and There's no place that far.&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge Lonely no more,By your side...Sadness!although Comfortably Numb Everyboy hurts sometime. Don't let it bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;yet the Memory remains and we are all Holding out for a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112835455457667440?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112835455457667440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112835455457667440&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112835455457667440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112835455457667440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/10/iron-man-be-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112774756549678341</id><published>2005-09-26T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:12:45.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"are you  natural leader?", " are you a good mom?", "whats your hair style?"...jus some of the few topics that are dealt with on that site...what am i talking about? "personality" tests of sorts that make absolutely no sense !!!! now i will accept the fact that i used to indulge in these tests due to extreme boredom and nothing else to do...but believe me i hated them back then too! wat i hate is when people actually GO by the results they get once they finish taking these tests...its ridiculous! LIKE a bunch of questions( that have absolutely NO relevance to wat you are taking the test for) could really tell you wat kind of a person u are! gosh! the things people will believe !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh and not these sites then its the forwards!! AARGH! those are the absolute pits! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how in heavens name will questions like " whats your favourite color" and " which season is the best" determine who u like and whether that person likes you!?!!?! the things people cook up! wats worse is the forwards by sms! will they NEVER leave anything alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the one that tops the list of irritating forwards - chain letters! UGH!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i guess theres no running away from these things..however much one tries...theres no escaping these pesky things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112774756549678341?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112774756549678341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112774756549678341&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112774756549678341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112774756549678341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-natural-leader-are-you-good.html' title=''/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112697403096400440</id><published>2005-09-17T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:30:34.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well...soo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="936a005c"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This blog thing gets quite difficult when one has nothing to write...but i guess the idea behind a blog is so that u can jus ramble on anything and everything racing through yur mind and hoarding every inch of your mind with no full stop or comma or any other sign of ending an example being something like this...yikes! all that in one sentence! didnt know i had it in me...well actually didnt know i had a lotta things in me....not many people realise that they are actually putting out whatever little spark they have in them for something great....&lt;br /&gt;anyway moving on....am bewildered by the fact that many teachers are ACTUALLY in the profession when they dont know how to link sentences even! particularly the ENGLISH teachers...GOSH! i wonder how they even got that piece of paper certifying them as completing their degree!! let me give you an example (all references to my teachers alone...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACHER X is explaining a poem (tryin very hard at it too)...and wats worse its one of my favourite poems!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;figure this out yourself-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vandered lyoenly yas a clowd&lt;br /&gt;That floats o high over vales and hills&lt;br /&gt;When yall at wonce i saw a crowwd&lt;br /&gt;ya host of gollden dyaffodils:&lt;br /&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees&lt;br /&gt;Flutttterring and dyancing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(now mind you this teacher of mine is actually very sweet...jus her way of teaching and manner is extremely absurd for an english teacher)&lt;br /&gt;now the above mentioned spellings are no exaggerration at all! thats how she pronounced the words... and now for those who would like to know WHICH poem this actually is here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;That floats on high o'er vales and hills&lt;br /&gt;When all at once i saw a crowd&lt;br /&gt;a host golden daffodils:&lt;br /&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees&lt;br /&gt;fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it may not seem as hysterical as it appears...but u should sit through one of her classes..then ud probably understand!the weekly class is a very eagerly awaited one...its probably the one class we laugh a lot in...though i do feel bad at times...but that feeling drowns out quickly!:p yit is yabsolutely LOWERLY!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112697403096400440?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112697403096400440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112697403096400440&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112697403096400440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112697403096400440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/09/wellsoo.html' title='well...soo...'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112583355706482312</id><published>2005-09-10T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:15:42.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and we are just...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td height="1" unselectable="on"  style="font-size:1pt;"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="cdd47f4e"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" align="center" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td height="1" unselectable="on"  style="font-size:1pt;"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote id="9968daba"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the bright light bobs up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the river with no end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wondered as to when it would cease,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the brutality of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On and on did it go, relentless as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never once did the mighty stop and let the little lamp be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How dreadful i did wonder, it would be in that position,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;only to later realise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We, like that light, are just lamps in the whirlpool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="8ecba101"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112583355706482312?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112583355706482312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112583355706482312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112583355706482312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112583355706482312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-we-are-just.html' title='and we are just...'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112524828758744202</id><published>2005-08-28T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:28:37.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="5d1f2bf5"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="4a0026b4"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;there's just one thing i have on my mind now...i might jus finish it off with one sentence which saves me a whole lot of time thinking about WHAT to write and HOW to write and all that crap..-people should realise that not everyone will take their crap and its time they realise that there are actually very few people in this godforsaken phase called existence who care for them!and that their self satisfying fucked up nature will get them no where...and that its about time they wake up and smell the coffee!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112524828758744202?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112524828758744202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112524828758744202&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112524828758744202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112524828758744202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/08/ah-well.html' title='ah well...'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112464447811727482</id><published>2005-08-21T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:25:49.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry sling</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="1225db"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="267da79a"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the drink of the gods...woohoo!firstly GO TO TEMPLE BAY...nice place if u really wanna get away from it all...secondly IF and WHEN u do go there chuck the buffet and head straight for "the wharf". when u get there the first thing they give you is a welcome drink...pretty nice. the next thing is to order a cocktail..not a mocktail but a cocktail..ESPECIALLY the strawberry sling...(if your one who isnt too heavy into drinking and all that this is perfect)..enough gin,strawberry crush or whatever that is,soda,lemon and some other form of liqour which i cannot place my finger on...HEAVENLY i must say! funny part is...i got so sober after that!:p ..parents didnt mind though coz they wouldnt have liked the high part of me...:D. very few people actually know that part...whether they like it is a different issue..anyway yeah THAT was an amazing drink..will definitely have that again or make something on my own(whenevr THAT ever happens ) and id recommend it to every1 else too.....WOOHOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112464447811727482?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112464447811727482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112464447811727482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112464447811727482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112464447811727482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/08/strawberry-sling.html' title='strawberry sling'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112455317033027646</id><published>2005-08-20T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:27:48.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who?where?what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="56f65591"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it's times like this when you really wonder why there isn't some sort of force that could just give you the answers to all your questions...i mean you almost always have someone right there when u need to get certain questions clarified. what i am referring to is the most FAQ- who are we really and what is the point behind our existence(i know i know..questions of a very confused teenager..but its true).i have spent nights pondering over these very questions.&lt;br /&gt;..everyone says "everything happens for a reason" and "there is something waiting for us later on"(well not quite those words but something to that effect)...and of course u talk yourself into believing that(atleast on a suc conscious level) but little do we realise that its just the same as it was before..everythings just the same.&lt;br /&gt;coming back to the issue at hand, where are we all going!??! yeah we as students have to study and go on to gain a whole list of achievements in order to actually "make it in this world" but at the end of it all...is it really worth it?? yes there is the monetary satisfaction and probably a bit of self satisfaction and all that but does all that REALLY matter-not in the material world but in our very own little worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112455317033027646?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112455317033027646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112455317033027646&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112455317033027646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112455317033027646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/08/whowherewhat.html' title='who?where?what?'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15614196.post-112455144386560171</id><published>2005-08-20T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:26:57.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="3d5dcf7c"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eat to live or live to eat....LIVE TO EAT i'd say! the reason for this sudden "revelation" u ask? i had the most heavenly meal right now! (for you mallus i'm sure that some of u would agree with me)..APPAMS,GHEE(loads of it) and SUGAR...try it! oh lord...the one thing that comes to mind and i quote "this is practically orgasmic"!!! melting ghee on hot steaming appams...aaaaargggghhh...(at this very moment this famished blogger is stuffing her face with the above mentioned delicacy).&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why some of these pathetic girls diet! i mean get a life for gods sakes! don't they realise that they are missing out on the pleasures of life!?!?! well i just feel sorry for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well that being said ive run out of things to say....but basically...FOOD KICKS ASS! yeah thats about it for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15614196-112455144386560171?l=rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/112455144386560171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15614196&amp;postID=112455144386560171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112455144386560171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15614196/posts/default/112455144386560171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofamadwoman.blogspot.com/2005/08/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought...'/><author><name>sharanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219622725739537889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-JmdP51lpQ/Shy9HpCB9mI/AAAAAAAABOs/OSf7gorMgzo/S220/DSC_0603.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
