<?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-13053931</id><updated>2012-02-02T12:49:53.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurly Tom-Boy</title><subtitle type='html'>"Am different", is just a nice way of saying "Am weird" :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-4074080816857446814</id><published>2011-04-02T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:24:48.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The confessions of a pseudo non-fan.</title><content type='html'>I feel I must write some thing now. I am just going through SUCH joy, am sure am going to ramble (more than usual, I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won. India won. Now. Wait a minute, I am not a cricket fan. So why does it mean so much to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because being Indian and not being a cricket fan is NOT an option. We all are, have been and will always be fans. Now, I claimed I am not. Because, me, in my own stupid pig headed way felt that a sport should not influence my day. Or my week. I refused to watch matches and defiantly proclaimed I am not a fan of cricket. At least I tried to :) . But I secretly looked up cricinfo and followed keenly the cricket conversations my friends had and this time around, the Facebook statuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify, I am no fanatic. I am pretty sure I know very little about the nuances of the game and I ve only been following a general trend. Am not a fair-weather fan. Just some one who is too cautious of getting hurt by Team India. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I can stop tip toeing around cricket. I think the healing has begun. The two tears of joy down my cheek as I write this tell me that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO Team India! GO Sachin! Go Dhoni! Am so relieved we won. Yup, relieved. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-4074080816857446814?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/4074080816857446814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=4074080816857446814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/4074080816857446814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/4074080816857446814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2011/04/confessions-of-pseudo-non-fan.html' title='The confessions of a pseudo non-fan.'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-8487199236775363593</id><published>2010-07-16T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T02:16:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have learnt that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok this is the 4th time am changing the title of this post. And this one stays. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past 9 months in the US just whizzed past me. VVrrrooooommmmm!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And am not sure it was me that lived through it... I ve been different... I ve learned that ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can survive without smsing continually :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was out of touch with the whole world. People I used to sms everyday heard from me once a month or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not completely mommy's gal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I was in India, my mom used to kiss me bye-bye (a habit which started only after I went to college... I wonder why :D ) and I went weeks without talking to my parents too  (or atleast without a video chat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am not completely shabby. A clean kitchen is very important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am neither a completely nice person nor completely awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I were completely nice, I wouldn't have shown my annoyance to errr certain people. And if I were completely bad, I would've struck back much earlier and with much more force. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Indian at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whatever that means... I do not know. I cannot waste, even if it costs me the same to use/waste. I would rather buy pencil leads from India and reuse the pencils than use-n-throw the lead pencils. I would try not to over-use paper napkins like maybe use them as a substitute for plates to eat bread, biscuits over them (yes, people do that. Apparently, it saves them the effort of washing the plate). I will wash n reuse the kitchen cloth (so long as its not stinking :P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to compromise a LOT more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learnt no matter where I go... I will find a few close friends, who will make life easier, better and fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-8487199236775363593?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/8487199236775363593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=8487199236775363593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/8487199236775363593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/8487199236775363593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-learnt-that.html' title='I have learnt that...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-4861910332755585351</id><published>2009-11-01T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:29:00.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social networking mania</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has got a new puppy. And its oh-so-cute (if you like puppies that is :P ). And he has one orkut album full of photos of the pup! From his comments section:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend of friend: Cute puppy! Whats the name dude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend : Yet to keep dude! Just got it home today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ve still not got it,  look at the title again :P. If you ve STILL not got it, am not gonna explain :P :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-4861910332755585351?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/4861910332755585351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=4861910332755585351&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/4861910332755585351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/4861910332755585351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2009/11/social-networking-mania.html' title='Social networking mania'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-1482214952036229216</id><published>2009-08-13T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:00:20.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to write not much time to write!</title><content type='html'>Been quite some time since I blogged. Been meaning to for over a month now. Why? Because so much has happened which I wanted to write about but never got around to doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got an admit.&lt;br /&gt;2. Got my Visa.&lt;br /&gt;3. Quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;4. Left India :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks that am typing all this from the library of my Univ. But what the hell! Am at UF and I guess it just can't get better :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was funny though. Since am a night owl, I sunk right into the timing here. But then! The first day was so hard! The time zone change got to me real bad. I had no clue if it was morning or night or if I was in US or India! Walked around in a daze. Can't say its very different now though :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will writer soon about life here. Atleast now I think I ll get back to blogging. But then I ve been thinking that for long now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bye for now. (to all my imaginary readers!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-1482214952036229216?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/1482214952036229216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=1482214952036229216&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/1482214952036229216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/1482214952036229216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2009/08/lots-to-write-not-much-time-to-write.html' title='Lots to write not much time to write!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-8945384872974886610</id><published>2009-02-26T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:44:08.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute :)</title><content type='html'>A couple of things that happened over the course of the week. And both the incidents somehow touched me and made me smile... :) Without much ado,&lt;div&gt;Incident no.1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I travel by bus to work. Day before yesterday, I got into the bus to find it slightly crowded and 3 men sitting in the last (women's row). As I was not particularly tired and generally don't like asking men to get up from the "woman's seat" I continued to stand. In the next stop a couple of girls got in and "demanded their rights" :D . All 3 men got up. One of whom happened to be an old man. I sat down in the other vacant seat, my conscience pricking me a lil for making an old man stand. The man looked reaaally tired. I offered him my seat and he vehemently refused "no no. ladies seat". A few minutes later I saw him... dozing off even as he was standing. Made me wonder, why is it that he had a problem accepting my offer... A few mins later one woman got down from the bus and this old man settled down in the seat. It took him a lot of effort to sit down and one could really see how tired he was. Just then another woman got in and he promptly got up and offered her the seat. Couldn't help but metter "Men..." But yeah, still found it cute :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incident no. 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today while I was trying to cross the road an old woman came and requested me to help her cross the road. (Those of you who know the real me and know about my "road-crossing skills" are warned against laughing. No, Really!!) And after we crossed the road, she blessed me and wished me a safe journey home :) . Felt good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I can't think of how to concluse this post. Am no longer sure why I wanted to put it up in the first place. Guess I forgot :D. Okay, I ll stop. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-8945384872974886610?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/8945384872974886610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=8945384872974886610&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/8945384872974886610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/8945384872974886610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute.html' title='Cute :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-7947341290214516805</id><published>2009-02-18T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:30:23.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember. And v-day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So valentine's day came and went... And no updates in my orkut or facebook or blog profiles. That goes to show how many proposals I got. So, will someone please tell my friends to stop asking me if I got a proposal? :P (OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! I DID update my orkut profile. Changed my pic. Thankfully you guys won't have to see that. ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So where was I? Oh yeah, V-day and no updates... That doesn't mean I din't have a great day. Infact it was so great I was not left with any time to update ;) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We will start from v-day's eve shall we?   i.e 13th eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4 of us from office had planned on a night stay at one of our house's. Her husband was out of station so we planned on having this gal's night out and unintentionally (was it now? Hmmmm I dunno sometimes she scares me with her interest in gals ;) ) landed up on 13th night. We started at 6 from office and went to the bus stop... After a moderately long wait, we got into a bus. BUT, the wrong bus. Actually, worse... one that takes a longer route. So after a long wait by which time all of us were hungry enough to eat the bus seats (okay maybe not all of us were ready to do that, but I sure was.) we got down from the bus. Now my friends house is kind of near mine. And I HAD to have had this brilliant stroke in the morning that I could go home and pick my stuff after office. So while two of them went for dinner me and another girl(God bless her for giving me company) went to my house. After a time consuming freshening up process, we went to Dominoes outlet, where my dear friends had begun on the Garlic bread. HMPH. So much for sharing and caring :P. Well, they were at least waiting for us before they attacked the pizza :D . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  So, we were eating and I don't remember much of what happened then because I was kind of focussing on the food :D . And then we went "shopping". Point to be noted is that one of the gals is committed and the other is married. So it was shopping for v-day gift. I thought I would have to endure looking at cute gifts which I could possibly be gifted but wouldn't be. But luckily, the shop sucked and there was nothing much :P . Except for some (SOME) cute soft toys, a few coffee mugs n these teeny weeny mugs with sayings  (which I got one for myself and a friend :D )  and a few other stuff (which was so ridiculously over-priced that one should probably ditch the person who was stupid enough to spend on those). We all walked out with emptier purses but biiiggg smiles. The shop and their service sucked, yeah, but the company rocked :D. My friend found this "scandalizing" card and oooh we all giggled so much. So then we took off to her home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Earlier, we had this discussion on what we could do that night. My friend came up with a very nice suggestion of a game of cards. But I HAAADD to open my mouth and say "truth or dare" then (if you don't know it, never mind. we only picked truth so it was basically swapping stories in turn :D). So we started playing "truth no dare" ;). There is usually a tradition in truth or dare. Nobody ever says the truth. And everybody knows it. And still, we play. But whatever happened that night (I blame the pizzas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)  we all ACTUALLY spoke the truth. (I know I did. I guess they did too :) ). And yeah, if love is accepting a person the way they are (which is something I believe in), then, there was love in the air. Then and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Truly, a night to remember :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next day we woke up late. I had bed-tea on the couch :P . Some healthy breakfast of peanut butter sandwich and museli. (OH BTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! it is OK to have PB sandwich with jam on one bread right? :-|) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The hostess was slightly *snorts* HIGHLY monica-ish when it came to cleaning and organising. Trust me, she MIGHT have tried lifting one of us and arranging the cushion we were sitting on, if only she was not tiny :P . So yeah, she cleaned before we started eating, while we were eating and after we finished eating. psst psst I have a strong feeling she was cleaning even while we were all asleep :D.  Then we did some really girly stuff which I shall not put up here *giggles*. And then, one of them had to make a move. She was going to office *muhahahaha*. So one other gal went with her and when she got back she came back with a bunch of flowers. For the committed gal from her bf :) . And she got me a rose, just so I don't feel like fish out of water :). Sweet. Then that gal's bf came. I started out home and they all left for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I flaunted my rose all the way home :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The rest of the day was fun too. But the post is awfully long already :). So, how was your v-day? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-7947341290214516805?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/7947341290214516805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=7947341290214516805&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/7947341290214516805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/7947341290214516805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-to-remember-and-v-day.html' title='A night to remember. And v-day :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-6588362919223042287</id><published>2009-02-03T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:56:24.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy post. I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/01/286-because-i-love-you.html"&gt;http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/01/286-because-i-love-you.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wrote this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Feb 3rd, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see you... No, not meet you. Just see. Maybe to see what you look like. Maybe to see what you are like. Maybe to see your unaffected smile. Maybe to see you without being seen. But mostly, to know you are there :) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-6588362919223042287?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/6588362919223042287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=6588362919223042287&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/6588362919223042287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/6588362919223042287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheesy-post-i-know.html' title='Cheesy post. I know.'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-924540349317445152</id><published>2009-01-25T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:14:02.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got lucky!</title><content type='html'>Watched Slumdog Millionaire today. Nice movie. Though some parts of it is slightly disturbing. And I just suddenly had this thought... The major reason why we all live a better life (especially at a young age) is that we were born where we were. Thats the ONLY reason we dint grow up scouging garbage bins for food. And what did we do to deserve this good life? Nothing! So much for the claims that there is no such thing as luck :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-924540349317445152?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/924540349317445152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=924540349317445152&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/924540349317445152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/924540349317445152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-lucky.html' title='I got lucky!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-3281599892769216015</id><published>2008-12-24T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:12:46.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey good-bye... :)</title><content type='html'>What an year it has been! SOOO much has happened. OK, am not going to discuss world affairs because, for one, am very much ignorant and for another, most of it is depressing, if I wanted to be depressed, I would go watch news :P .&lt;div&gt;For me, its been an amazing year. CRAZY fun I had. Seem to have learnt a lot. Made some new friends. And hmmm... lost touch with a few. With college over and everything :) . OH! My first trip abroad :D . Turned 21 :D :D . Two full months with my nephew :) :) . Finally, let go of things I should. And maybe slowly... I will find what I want. I have made some choices and hope to God am right. I hope in this case, what I think I want is what I really want. (ha! I can also be mysterious  :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope... Aah! This year, some things I hoped would never happen happened, and I ve taken it surprisingly well. So, yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only sad thing is, no nothing this new year's eve :(. Waaaah! Never mind, I ll make it up next year :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ve never lived my life this way. I ve never really experienced life so much as I have this year. I am doing what I want to do, whatever it be, whenever I feel like. Perks of not getting call letter yet I guess. I should probably want a job, but am enjoying this entirely too much to want it to end. Maybe some time soon, I would have had enough of this and then I ll wail saying I want a job :P . But for now, I am yappy :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, my friends. I just want you all to know that, I could neither have got through this year(the bad times) nor have had so much fun(the good times of course :P ) without you people :) . And for that, a BIG TIGHT hug and a big kiss to each of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 has been good and bad to me. But when I think back, I see only the good times :). And now, I can't stop smiling :) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-3281599892769216015?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/3281599892769216015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=3281599892769216015&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/3281599892769216015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/3281599892769216015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-good-bye.html' title='Hey good-bye... :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-633729117905148885</id><published>2008-09-21T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:28:31.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My experiments with TOEFL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I gave my TOEFL exam today. And am really unsure of how I ha&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; done it :D. Screwed up the reading and speaking a bit. Reading because the mouse got stuck for a while n I lost some time in that. And speaking... it was funny. The silent exam hall suddenly became a competitor for fish-markets :D. The guy to my left was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pazham&lt;/span&gt; who was speaking like he was giving some freedom at midnight speech. It dint make speaking difficult but it made thinking different :D. They clearly give us instructions to speak in conversational tone and most of them were either loud today or they are unbearably loud everyday(yes! I am saying it. just imagine). And the guy to my right was a hot guy with a deep voice. Both were very distracting, for entirely different reasons :D. So with great difficulty, I controlled my urge to laugh and also my urge to listen to the deep voice and daydream ;). I could actually hear a guy in the middle of the room ( I was in one corner). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;, speech nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sonna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;udanae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ipdiya&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vitta&lt;/span&gt; soda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;elaam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kaepaanga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pola&lt;/span&gt; ;). Somehow, I got done with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But apart from that, the test was remarkably unremarkable. I think they should rename it as TOP. Test of Patience. Or is the in E in TOEFL for Endurance? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-633729117905148885?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/633729117905148885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=633729117905148885&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/633729117905148885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/633729117905148885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-experiments-with-toefl.html' title='My experiments with TOEFL'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-6714177331524715446</id><published>2008-09-16T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:16:47.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break!</title><content type='html'>I think God needs a break. He is becoming rather sloppy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-6714177331524715446?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/6714177331524715446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=6714177331524715446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/6714177331524715446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/6714177331524715446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2008/09/break.html' title='Break!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-4545191352622330510</id><published>2008-08-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:40:42.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided once upon a time, that I shall not let blogs take up too much of my time and I ll only blog in my leisure time. And now, I have all the time on Earth and today, I also have a reason. Blog meet :D. The meet was at our &lt;a href="http://pravunplugged.blogspot.com"&gt;Chinna Gabtun's&lt;/a&gt; house and it was sooper dooper fun. It was Sandhya, Ramya, Praveen, Shruthi, Aravind, Preethi and Praveen. We saw Caption's movie Gajendra. Captain plays the role of Tamil naatu Gajendra and Andhra Gaja(only single role! no double role pliss!!!) It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;It had some amazing innovative ideas. For instance, Captin is shot by a bullet, he takes a fist of the thaai maNN n poosifies on the wound and says "Idhu maNN illa marundhu"&lt;br /&gt;And philosophy like "Patthu paerukku nalladhu seyyanum na, oruthar uyira edukkavum thayanga maataen, en uyira kudukkavum thayanga maataen"&lt;br /&gt;There are two heroines in the movie but sadly we dunno captain marry whom!!! One heroine refers to captain as chellam n all!! Womigaad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inbetweens la nicely mosukufied pizzas from dominoes. And we continued our punidha payanam with a TR movie. Uravu kaatha kiLi. It was an A-rated TR movie. There was a dance in which he closely imitated strip dancers. Now, TR doing a strip dance CANNOT be anyone's idea of erotica. But it was hilarious!!! But the film was unbearably senti n errr disgusting. So we is the discontinuings of the watchings. Then the photo sessions and then people escapes :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, I went with Preethi to her friend's house. And OMG!!! It was a huuuuge house and I felt like Alice in Wonderland or more appropriately, pattikaatan in mittai kadai. I couldn't stop saying wow! And the guy was nice enough to show around the house. It had a bloody lift and a home theatre with a big screen and recliner seats!!! We heard all this awesome ARR's songs&lt;br /&gt;in there and I swear, heaven was then and there!!! I was a lil worried that I might embarrass Preethi but then she was herself so excited about everything, so by comparison, I wasn't so bad. Wonder what it would be like to live in a place like that. Sigggggh! I am damn sure my feet won't touch the floor, but the guy was so very down to earth. NO scene at all. Wonder how people could be like that! I, for sure wouldn't have stopped flaunting! Me and Preethi both agreed that this is the probably the reason why we dont live in houses like that :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-4545191352622330510?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/4545191352622330510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=4545191352622330510&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/4545191352622330510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/4545191352622330510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-decided-once-upon-time-that-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-5802445993135968638</id><published>2008-08-10T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:47:41.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!</title><content type='html'>#$%^&amp;amp;*!!! (Fill in with swear word of your choice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got 3 new comments on one of my old posts. What is the big deal? Just the they are 21,16 and 7 pages long respectively! And i have NO CLUE what it is about. Spam, ofcourse. But it said something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Partial document - Appx. 100,000 charecters COMING SOON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&amp;amp;%$*#@#@# (again fill in with a word of your choice). Incase you are jobless enough you can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;amp;postID=116775520009947960&amp;amp;isPopup=true"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-5802445993135968638?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/5802445993135968638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=5802445993135968638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/5802445993135968638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/5802445993135968638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='!!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-486035086273199860</id><published>2007-10-31T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:42:23.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird world :D</title><content type='html'>I seem to know a lot of weird people. (Or maybe am weird. But am not gonna start my blogpost with that :P). Well anyways, I met this old friend of mine recently, actually been running into a lot of old friends lately. And I find something really odd. Obviously all this build up cuz thats what am gonna blog about now :D&lt;br /&gt;The conversations go kind of like this. (Me is me and friend is my friend, for the not-so-bright :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heyyyy! How u ?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hiiii! Me good, how u?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Am good too. So whats up?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Not much. Jus the usual. Hanging out with friends n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aaahh! I know, same here.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So then? What else?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not much actually.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So where u headed now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chumma gonna meet my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Friends or one special friend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey cha jus friends da.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Oh, still single eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a silly question? I mean just tell me, what would be a good response to that?! Why? WHY am I single? Now, why SHOULDN'T I be single??? Though that kind of question is completely normal, I wonder how their reaction would be if I ask them back something similar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why means... ummmm  just not looking. U?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Oh ok. Me committed ma.&lt;br /&gt;Me: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U think I should start doing that? :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats not normal. Why? Because its normal that a person is in a relation. And its assumed that they are in love. Never mind that there could be a variety of reasons behind that, just for fun, no strings attached, serious, super-serious, in love but for the moment, just like the other n not really looking for a future and so on. If its obvious that a person is in a relation because they are in love(but like i said NEED not be) then isnt it obvious that a person is not in a relation because they are NOT in love??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesssshhh! Weird people I tell u :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-486035086273199860?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/486035086273199860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=486035086273199860&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/486035086273199860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/486035086273199860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2007/10/weird-world-d.html' title='Weird world :D'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-2662712490569027739</id><published>2007-04-25T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:08:59.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored?</title><content type='html'>Are you a gal? A college student? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Preferrably&lt;/span&gt; an engineering student who is bored to death and with classmates who are good sports? Then I have just the plan for making your day a little fun :D. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Step 1: Take your lipstick to college one day.&lt;br/&gt; Step 2: Trace out a lip-shaped dark impression on your fingers with it.&lt;br/&gt;Step 3: Place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; fingers lightly (this is y the impression on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; fingers has to be dark if u press it too hard he might get doubtful)&lt;br/&gt;but firmly on any guy's(whom you know well and is a good sport) cheeks or hands :D.&lt;br/&gt; Step 4: Sit back and enjoy. :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Warning: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DONOT&lt;/span&gt; wear that color lipstick on that day.&lt;br/&gt;Suggestion: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Preferrably&lt;/span&gt; inform your classmates what you have done so you have someone to laugh along with. Also see to it that the guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; wander off too far with the mark on him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; overdo it and embarrass him to death :).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*Psst * No point asking me if I did this in coll. U know the answer. So y ask? :D&lt;br/&gt;*Psst   psst* Just pray that the guy wipes it off on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hanky&lt;/span&gt;. His parents reactions, priceless!!&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/13053931-2662712490569027739?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/2662712490569027739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=2662712490569027739&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/2662712490569027739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/2662712490569027739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='Bored?'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-2711782132416325966</id><published>2007-04-02T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:03:48.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><content type='html'>I HAVE to stop answering the question "how is your boyfriend?" with "which boy friend?". Some people just don get that it is a JOKE!!! Cha, dumb people, I say. Spoiling a good joke with weird looks :-P. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: Like I give a damn :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-2711782132416325966?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/2711782132416325966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=2711782132416325966&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/2711782132416325966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/2711782132416325966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2007/04/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-116775520009947960</id><published>2007-01-02T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:13:10.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happpppyyyyyy new year!!!! If u think that i ve posted it today n not yesterday because i was busy partying then u probably dont know me. If u thought I was lazy then u r kinda close :p. But the real reason is- There is no reason :D. &lt;br/&gt; Why is it that we should wish on the first and not on second? Its jus like a day old, the year is still new u know :P. Anyways, I did something really different( read the tagline for a proper explanation of the word "different" :p) this new years eve. People go to parties, church mass, dances, pubs, dinners etc etc. But i went on a drive. I hear ur "What is so weird about that?". Well, a drive on the ECR, maybe... But a drive around music academy?? You have to be me (or  my friend) to do that. It was something like this, when the time was 7 30 I was near music academy. At 8 30 I was still near music academy. 9 30 I was kinda near music academy, and at 10 I again went past music academy (On my way home) :D. &lt;br/&gt;OK its not as weird as it sounds and it was no vow :). We were jus trying to find an eatout that wasn't already full, which we couldn't. So we all got back home because it kinda got late. But who cares, we still had fun :). &lt;br/&gt;  If u guys made some resolutions, do tell me about it. I resolved a few years ago that I wont make any more resolutions and I ve kind of not broken it yet :p.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-116775520009947960?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/116775520009947960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=116775520009947960&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/116775520009947960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/116775520009947960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-116626430502071622</id><published>2006-12-16T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:20:08.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not able to think of any title!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAMN!!! Its hols time. Yeah u read it right. I HATE hols. I like doing nothing but it should be against the rules :P. Half the kick in doing nothing comes only if there is something else that I should be doing which am not. Sighhhhhh I have too much n nothing to do with it :(.&lt;br/&gt;   Thank God for mobiles n sms. Idhula I have the habit of multitasking veraya? So i ve to do minimum 2 things at a  time to keep myself occupied. inga I don even have ONE thing to do where do i find two-two things to do?? :( Its very difficult to do nothing. Trust me :((. Edho net la yum mobile la yum books layum en time ah pass pannindu irukkaen.&lt;br/&gt;    "Yaen ivalo feelings? U can do something constructive na? " Apdinu kaetta. Thorathi thorathi adippaen. This is my hols am supposed to relax. Appo y am i complaing?? Simple! Cuz I love to do that. N i couldn think of anything else to write :D AND I am sure working people would get irritated reading this post n I love irritating ppl.  Orae kallula 3 maanga ;).&lt;br/&gt;   Tee hee hee, Happy hols everybody :D.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS:   But yeah by the time i ACTUALLY start enjoying having nothing to do, college will already start and then I ll want hols :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-116626430502071622?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/116626430502071622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=116626430502071622&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/116626430502071622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/116626430502071622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-not-able-to-think-of-any-title.html' title='I am not able to think of any title!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-116387748818001935</id><published>2006-11-18T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:07:59.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harish Jayanthi</title><content type='html'>No, no, it is not&lt;a href="http://magixncurses.blogspot.com"&gt; his&lt;/a&gt; gal friends name. Today s his birthday :). Adha dhaan damil la cheppinaen :D&lt;br/&gt;Happy budday harish!&lt;br/&gt;Have a great year ahead!!&lt;br/&gt;Have fun *teeheehee* on ur birthday.&lt;br/&gt;Not all of the get the luck of having CAT on their birthdays. Lucky u! LOL!! Good luck with that :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: I wish u all a very Happy Harish Birthday. (Hey, Krishnar oda budday ku mattum elaarayum wish pannalam, Pullanguzhal illa Kannan oda budday ku koodadha? Idhenna nyayam? :p)&lt;br/&gt;PPS 1: Pulla paavam romba naala oru flute illaama kashta pattings, adha yaaranu konjam indha varushamaavadhu vaangi kuduthudungo :)&lt;br/&gt;PPS 2: Oh yeah! Exam time for me. Please wish me luck ppl :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-116387748818001935?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/116387748818001935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=116387748818001935&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/116387748818001935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/116387748818001935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/11/harish-jayanthi.html' title='Harish Jayanthi'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-116343248632295818</id><published>2006-11-13T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:41:26.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who is back? :)</title><content type='html'>I sign into my yahoo messenger and my status is "bored" and not a single soul messages me.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later I set it to "studying" with a busy icon n get quite a few messages on the lines of "studying ah?? kalakkara..."&lt;br /&gt;Weird world I tell u :)&lt;br /&gt;PS : witchu, no, I dint forget the id n password :P. Jus took a break :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-116343248632295818?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/116343248632295818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=116343248632295818&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/116343248632295818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/116343248632295818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/11/guess-who-is-back.html' title='Guess who is back? :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-115634388224200753</id><published>2006-08-23T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:50:32.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation....</title><content type='html'>       No matter HOW smart or cute or attractive (or all 3) a guy is the moment he opens his mouth n starts talking, *sigh*  youlose ALLL interest (to live even). &lt;br/&gt;       Guys are SOOOO BORING n predictable.&lt;br/&gt;Corollary: If at all u find a guy cute n smart n attractive AND one who is not boring, you would realise that you are already in the "friends" zone.&lt;br/&gt;       UNFAIR!!!! *Sigh*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-115634388224200753?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/115634388224200753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=115634388224200753&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/115634388224200753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/115634388224200753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/08/observation.html' title='Observation....'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-115160455162531702</id><published>2006-06-29T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:09:11.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG!!!</title><content type='html'>Am off to b'lore!!! Yippppeeeeeeeeeee! With jus a coupla my friends. Never travelled thaniya before. Even to Anna Nagar. Satyam theatre thaandi engayum I ve not gone without adult supervision n now am goin to b'lore. Am sooooooo excited. Kaal tharaya thoda maatengudhu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on moday. Pray for Bangalore ;)&lt;br /&gt;taatttaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS(only to F.R.I.E.N.D.S fans) : Could i BE more excited? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-115160455162531702?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/115160455162531702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=115160455162531702&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/115160455162531702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/115160455162531702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/06/bang.html' title='BANG!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-115100004256406999</id><published>2006-06-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:34:56.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only me possible :D</title><content type='html'>I really should learn to control my tongue. No, not the eating part people, that, I never will :D. The talking part is where I should hold back myself a bit urmmm a lot actually. If I had the habit of biting my tongue everytime I said something I shouldn't have, my tongue would be like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boondhi karandi. &lt;/span&gt;And, no, that was not a joke AND am not exaggerating. Being the teenager that I am (and being the kinda person who picks up words very easily) there a lotta words that I use that are errrr :). The number of times I ve cursed loudly in public places is slightly above 2438657901556782389754686536898000. But well, such olarifications is not new to me. So y this sudden gyana udhayam, u might wonder. The reason for my sudden feelings is as follows (cha, exam hang over, kandukaadheenga makkalae)&lt;br /&gt;A few days back I got a call from my dad and the conversation goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Me : Hi dad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Appa : Hi di! Enga irukka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Me : Friends house. Sollu, enna matter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Appa: ok, eve tiffin enna seyyatum? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Me : anything pa. but naan velila pohala so aathukku dhaan varuvaen saapida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Appa : Appo dosai vaarkava? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Me : uvak venaam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Appa : seri appo noodles pannidava? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Me : SEXY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Appa : WHAAAT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Me : Seri naen pa :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* when will I ever learn :D. Onnu mattum nichiyam, one of these days yaartayaanu edhaanu olari seruppadi vaanga poraen :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-115100004256406999?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/115100004256406999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=115100004256406999&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/115100004256406999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/115100004256406999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/06/only-me-possible-d.html' title='Only me possible :D'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-114992411911136993</id><published>2006-06-09T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:21:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankoooo</title><content type='html'>PHEW!!! Back to the blog world atlast!!! Exams got over last week n me vettiya wasted time this week. So now I thot I could get some constructive work done ie blog (YEAH! Blogs my idea of spending time constructively, so jus imagine what my idea of WASTING time would be :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now this post is long over due, I know. IF u remember one of my classmate had fallen SICK and we were collecting funds and I had even ranted quite a bit about it.... Now is the time to thank people :). Why now? Because, the boy has totally recovered and is back home (YIIPPPPEEEEEE!!!). I have a lotta people to thank but I don wanna name names :). All of u who helped us, you know if u did or not, so thank you ssssooooooo much. A special thanks to people who prayed for him. Honestly I was a lil too heart broken with a few of my classmates because of their excuses and just the fact that they dint care. But well, I must say the rest of my classmates and blog friends more than made up for their lack of response :). I must say, it was unknown people who helped us during this period more than the known classmates. I am touched. Quite a few of them who helped us, have no idea who we are, never seen us, have no reason to believe us and yet, they helped us. And my class guys, they rocked!!! Never once did they complain, EVEN if they had to travel from one corner of the city to the other. Since most of us gals had no idea of any route in Chennai and couldn anyways travel that much we restricted ourselves to making phone calls and finding new places for the guys to go, kinda like getting them appointments. And someone had to keep reminding the guys where next to go. Err yeah we were kinda like their secretaries and it was nice :). We had a lot of people discouraging us, denying us and some even insulting us, but we just went on. I have NO idea what motivated us and how we even imagined of collecting that kinda amount. But, we did, he is fine and we all couldn be more happy :). He still has to take bed rest though, but we are just happy he is alright.&lt;br /&gt;A million thanks to the doctors. And at the end of it we realised, there are as many people who are willing to help as there aren't, maybe more even. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ssooooo I guess, All is well that ends well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-114992411911136993?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/114992411911136993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=114992411911136993&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114992411911136993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114992411911136993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/06/thankoooo.html' title='Thankoooo'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-114650446528462613</id><published>2006-05-01T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:27:45.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>I guess I already wrote about how we are trying to collect funds for my friend, Thamarai Selvan, who is suffering from Aplastic anemia. His father died of an accident and his mother's salary is very minimal. He has a younger brother and sister. I hope atleast  a few of you will come forward to help this family who are very much in need.&lt;br /&gt;    More details are available &lt;a href="http://atulalex.googlepages.com/helpthamarai"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and details regarding the mode of payment &lt;a href="http://atulalex.googlepages.com/how_to_donate"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Any other questions or suggestions regarding this are more than welcome. I request you all to spread the word around. Also his operation is gonna be sometime this week, I guess its time for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prayer club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please please please spread the word around and pray for him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-114650446528462613?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/114650446528462613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=114650446528462613&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114650446528462613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114650446528462613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/05/help.html' title='HELP!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-114616568868672186</id><published>2006-04-27T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:39:35.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enakkul oru anniyan-III</title><content type='html'>Evalo naal aachu la since my last post.... Hmmm have been kinda busy first with record stuff then with practicals, n now with hmmm a long story. One of my classmate is suffering from aplastic anemia, he has to undergo an operation for allogenic stem cell transplant (bone marrow transplant in simpler terms). His mom s a widow n their financial status is very weak. So we are all trying to collect funds for his operation.&lt;br /&gt;The hospital has brought down the cost of the operation from 16 to 10 lakhs. But well, 10 lakhs is no small amount either, its been pretty difficult up until now, and his health is getting worse by the day. But when we went for collecting donations we really saw how sad people can get. Some of the guys who used to hang out with him are now busy hanging out without him, dint even bother to find out how people are gonna collect the money, not even bothered IF they are gonna collect the money.&lt;br /&gt;I do understand and appreciate that people have their priorities, but still... epdi ivangalaala ipdi irukka mudiyudhu nu purila... I always thought people dint help when someone approached them for help because they thought it was a hoax but, well, realised the truth is because they donot care!! Their attitude is pretty much like "Someone, somewhere, is dying every second. What can I do about that? How is it my problem? I have lots of work to do." To hell with them all!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can understand strangers not wanting to help... But what about his own classmates? What about people who KNOW through reliable sources that someone out there is gonna die JUST BECAUSE HE CANT AFFORD to undergo a surgery? Come on guys, its a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIFE &lt;/span&gt;v r speaking about. Manasu varanum... Even if x cannot afford to donate any money he/she can help by collecting from friends/family/neighbours right?&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that "he has the money he can afford to give" OFCOURSE everyone has a better use for their money, but a small kutti amount to save a life, mudiyaadha?&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone has a doubt if we are real, well they can check it out instead of brushing us out of the place, we got the documents we can give the hospital phone number and our cell phones for them to make the call. Most of them dont bother finding that out. They decide its not their problem or its like "ivangalukku elaam vera velai illa'. Know wat? Yes we have no better job than to save the life of a friend but ofcourse some of these people have the more important job of day dreaming, very important to them, yes. Asking for donation is not really the same as begging, wish people get that. One of these days, it could be me, one of these days it could be you....&lt;br /&gt;  Some of them are like "He wasnt really very nice to me. So why should I help him?" Since when did people have to nice to you for them to live? If it was helping him out with some acads stuff and you refuse it makes sense. But its his life we are speaking about!!! Who are we to decide who deserves to live and who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe am weird maybe am crazy... But how would it feel when it was some known to YOU that was suffering n people dont help you? That doesnt feel so good, does it? We dont want anyone know to us to die. But if the rest of the world dies, well who cares? Great attitude people, way to go...&lt;br /&gt;   I cannot understand these people and maybe I dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;PS: With that out of my system, I must say there are a lot of people who have helped us. I want to thank them all... But, not now,not when am in this state of my mind. So, well guess you guys know what my next post is going to be about :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-114616568868672186?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/114616568868672186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=114616568868672186&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114616568868672186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114616568868672186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/04/enakkul-oru-anniyan-iii.html' title='Enakkul oru anniyan-III'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-114355753089787920</id><published>2006-03-28T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:52:21.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinna chinna aasai...</title><content type='html'>I have these kutti kutti wishes... Oru feeling la oru flow la sila vishiyam elaam seyyanum nu thinum. Some of them actually may be the types that i CAN do, kai thuru thuru nu irukkum but seyya mudiyaadha poidum. Sila vishiyam la totally impossible. Nadakaadhunu therinjum,aasai  irukku nadakkanumnu. No hopes jus a wild wish :). Apdi wat big wishes na, um here s the list&lt;br /&gt;-  adhu y nu me no know but sometimes silaroda moush-a paatha izhuthu paakanum nu thonum :)&lt;br /&gt;-  mottai mandaya paatha thadavi paakanum nu thonum :D&lt;br /&gt;- sirikkara kozhandhaya paathukittae irukkanum...&lt;br /&gt;- yaar azhudhaalum oru big warm hug kudukkanum nu thonum&lt;br /&gt;- oh, every morning i wish that I could keep sleeping for the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;- edhaavadhu visheshamna adhukku goodies seyyum bodhu ikkuloondu taste pannanum...&lt;br /&gt;- keep irritating a person to no end (ummm I kinda do that all the time :) )&lt;br /&gt;- dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;- wanna have a scoop of the clouds&lt;br /&gt;- sneak peek into the future :D&lt;br /&gt;- be konjam atleast graceful (am a total klutz!)&lt;br /&gt;- stop dogs from chasing me around (college bulding a moonu times suththi irukkaen oru dhamma thundu puppy naala!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- want one akshaya paathiram of chocolates :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Innum neraya irukkum but ippo strike aahala... Sometimes I feel am really doing meaningless stuff that doesnt give me any joy! It is stuff like this that I should be doing n REAL often :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-114355753089787920?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/114355753089787920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=114355753089787920&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114355753089787920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114355753089787920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/03/chinna-chinna-aasai.html' title='Chinna chinna aasai...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-114339191194972683</id><published>2006-03-26T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T08:51:52.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help!!!</title><content type='html'>Fine, I really tried not putting up rant posts. N mind u I have not put up one in almost two n half months (it doesnt count that I dint have net connection for over 2 months :D ) But u know some people kinda (ok not some most I agree) make me wonder if fate works over time to get to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;    OK, before I start polambifying I want u all to swear that U wont laugh, AT ALL, till the end of the post. And yeah I also want u guys to judge who makes u ummmm worry about the state of the world more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1. OK the people under discussion are a bunch of guys from my college whom I assume (actually pray. cuz if this is how they r when they r sane......) have lost their mind.&lt;br /&gt;    These are guys who send crank messages n I guess find it extremely assuming. But that is fine if they just didnt have to send stuff like  "Are u bunking collage..." "Hi friend. U don know me but I know u" "Can v be friendship?" "I want to have  friend with u".!!!! And please people, questions end with "?" and not "....". One or two statements can go "...." but questions DONT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, n sometimes they call, n oh my GOD the conversations r very very VERY interesting (Jus so that u know, I am sarcastic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous caller: Hi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;AC: Illa.&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh...&lt;br /&gt;AC: So temme wats up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry??? May I know your name?&lt;br /&gt;AC: Adhelaam edhukku ippo?&lt;br /&gt;Me:!!!! Am sorry but I don speak to anonymous people.&lt;br /&gt;AC: Am from your college only XXXX department. I know u but u dont know me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: N how exactly do u "know" me?&lt;br /&gt;AC: I ve seen u in the corridor a coupla times.&lt;br /&gt;Me (thinks): *Thank heavens for a moment there I thought u were not known to u*&lt;br /&gt;But Me (says): Whateva, who r u? N may I know y u called?&lt;br /&gt;AC: I jus thought I could get to know u.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, But I dont think I wanna get to know u.&lt;br /&gt;*cuts the call*&lt;br /&gt;AC*calls again*: Hey why did u cut the call?&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks: Lets see, because I found the conversation very intresting? *sarcastic*&lt;br /&gt;But Me says: I cant speak to unless I know who u r.&lt;br /&gt;AC: I ll tell u in the next call.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH GOD!!! NO Don EVER call me again.&lt;br /&gt;AC: Oh am sorry I dint realise u dint like speaking to me. I wont disturb u if that is the case sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Am sorry too but I really cant speak to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;AC: But am from ur college and&lt;br /&gt;Me: But still unknown...&lt;br /&gt;AC: Alright I wont disturb u again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But prompt next morning I ve a good morning message!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2. We have a paper presentation which we are supposed to do as a team. There are 4 gals in my team (including me). My ma'am jus said that there are marks allocated for team work n the way we present ourself(?) TOO. But my team mates seem to have not heard the TOO.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we met up at the computer centre for they wanted to "discuss" about it. And here is what they were wanting to discuss about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Team Name. Yeah, The first n most important thing (atleast according to them) is a team name. I tried making them see that we should collect data first but they gave me a look like I had my priorities wrong. And oh, they had suggestions too. Amazing gals, Bharath n one more which I dont remember because I was concentrating hard on not laughing out loud (I TOLD u no laughing so now stop it)&lt;br /&gt;2. They also think we whould wear the same colour dress because that would show team spirit (AGAIN). And black cannot be the colour as it ll look like we are mourning. And no whites because it is too common but green ll just be ok because well one of those gals like it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Am not even saying these are not good ideas BUT shouldn we be thinking on getting the data n stuff first? The worst part is two of them are working women and one of them is pretty bossy. On one hand it is very very funny on the other hand its SUCKS!!! I cant even tell them that this is not what we should be focussing on right now because they start makng fun that being an "engineering student" I would know it all n you find it so very easy. That kinda pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;    But then when I get upset I jus have to THINK of the names they suggested n i REALLY cant stop laughing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Fine, fine U may laugh now. But do tell me who do u think is more ahem different :D n thats what I need help with :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-114339191194972683?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/114339191194972683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=114339191194972683&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114339191194972683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114339191194972683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-help.html' title='I need help!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-114286693836717321</id><published>2006-03-20T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:02:18.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOHHOOOOO!!!! Got net connection in my house again, FINALLY!!! I really did wanna open this post with a "am back am back am BACK!!!!" But romba self damage venaam nu vittutaen ;). Anyways life WAS kinda boring these 2 months without net... U know no blogging no chatting no games no downloading in short no fun stuff. First one month I did really do other stuff n have fun but then as time went on I really did BADLY wanna get the net connection back.&lt;br /&gt;    Approm, about results, I got a 79% n cleared my arrear paper with a 72%. Thanks for all your prayers :). Well, loads n loads more to write but am really running around like crazy, jumping from messenger, to orkut to blogs so ippo appeat aahittu approm repeat aaharaen :). It feels SOOOOO good to be be back n do I even have to promise that I ll be regular from now on? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-114286693836717321?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/114286693836717321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=114286693836717321&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114286693836717321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114286693836717321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/03/wooohhooooo-got-net-connection-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-114105121073518944</id><published>2006-02-27T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:40:11.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..continued...</title><content type='html'>Hey all!!! Am back...not really. Net connections not still on but well am blogging anyways :D. Sorry to disappoint all of those of u that had hoped I had disappeared for good. :p to those ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;Seri oru maasathukku munaala I started one punidha payanam of letting out the secrets of how I torture my classmates...lemme continue that payanam.&lt;br /&gt;    Though I do tease n bully the other two guys G is my favourite. The other 2 are T and R.&lt;br /&gt;     R is this guy who wears weird kinda clothes which r supposedly "cool". Trust me most of the time its funny!!! N believe it or not he has RED coloured shoes!!! Can u believe it? Of ALL the colours RED!!!! And he has leather pants n stuff. I guess u wudda got an idea of what kinda dresses he wears. Nann onnumae seyya maataen pa. I ll jus call hium n say "R... cool clothes" What do I do if he or the others think am kidding? Jus because I have a grin on my face it doesn HAVE to mean that am kidding right? Approm I ll jus u know pull my friends also into the gag. One by one we ll call him n tell him "cool clothes" "hot shoes" "neat [ants" n stuff like that. NEJAMA naanga compliment dhaan pannuvom aana avan yaen kadupaavan nu enakku theriyadhu.&lt;br /&gt;    Then this guy T.. He s a kinda sweet guy. In the sense that he is nice to gals generally. Andha madhiri guys thalaila elaam molaga araikkaradhu dhaanae nyayam n dharmam? :D. Anyways he is this kinda guy who thinks he is all very grown up n stuff. He has this huge gang of friends who would love to bully him. So jus usually threaten him saying that I d talk all crap to him in front of his friends :D. N also we ve kept these so very cute nick names for him which he so hates. So we bully him saying that v ll call him with those names in front of his friends n stuff like that. Idhu podhaadhu nu we also catch that poor guy online n invite him to a conference n paduthify him.&lt;br /&gt;    Edho enaala mudinja nalla vishiyam I make college miserable for these guys :D. Idhunaala please don think that I bully only these 3 guys. Its jus that mostly its these 3 guys though I do kazhutha aruthufy others also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS results time aahiduchu... prayer club PLEASE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-114105121073518944?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/114105121073518944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=114105121073518944&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114105121073518944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/114105121073518944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/02/continued.html' title='..continued...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113802470285895075</id><published>2006-01-23T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T07:12:37.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....continued....</title><content type='html'>*This post is a continuation of the previous post* psst psst don wanna start on giving another intro n ending up putting a post like the last one. :D&lt;br /&gt;   This G guy is someone I ve already written about. He is the one I was talking about &lt;a href="http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/12/grin.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He is a really sweet guy with an amazing load of porumai. He made just one mistake in life and that is ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;G: Ivalo marks vaangittu y did u join this college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: No particular reason. Chumma dhaan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;G: Illa there should be some reason right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Not really. Once u get to know me U ll understand that i don need a reason to do dumb stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This continued for a few more days... He pestered me with the same question THAT was a mistake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mistake :D.&lt;br /&gt;    So this is how I answered him after the forst two or three times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;G: Hey, sollaen y did u join this college of all the colleges? Temme the truth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: I already told u....That IS the truth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;G: Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me: Oh well since u badger me so much I ll tell u the truth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;G: mmm sollu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me(in a voice loud enough for half the class to hear n falsely sugary): OH G!!! I feel so shy to tell it out! I really joined this college so that I could meet u get to know u n jus basically be with u :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;G: !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me n my friends: ROTFL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That really dint shut him up but after a few days both of us got really tired of this routine round of questioning. But then this was how it all started. And then one day I don really remember what happened... But I just decided G was the perfect target of my jokes. I insisted to him that he was my true love( both of us knew I was kidding) and that I am really glad I joined this college cuz I ve finally met "my guy". Me and my friends would pull his leg endlessly with this gag but he wasnt all that bothered.&lt;br /&gt;    Well, obviously I wasnt gonna let my master plan go a waste was I? I wondered why he was not bothered about us making fun of him...and then it struck he dint care because HIS friends were not bothering him. So I let them also in on the joke... Poor guy from the first sem till this day he is ragged by me :D.&lt;br /&gt;    I only innocently point out we are both wearing the same colour dress or stuff like that. I cant help it if other people find it a need to make fun of him ;). And needlessly to say all the gals gotta maintain "one-arm" distance with him (though a lotta ppl break this rule. But mostly they do it only to bully him more n thats REALLY funny). But off late its getting a little boring, was wondering how to spice up the whole stuff... And then....&lt;br /&gt;    Guess what I learnt? His friends nick name for him happens to be "gay". And he happened to send a message which started as "Dear o dear" to a guy. Paavam Adhoda avan azhinjaan :). I told everyone about how he has "emaathified " me. And everyone is more than happy to keep bullying him :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 1: G is a very sensible guy n a total geek! I ve a strong feeling he would end up marrying some fighter plane cause that is what he almost always talks about occasionally he talks about jets n the rest of the time about Blue Tooth technology. Those are jus added reasons with which I make his life miserable :). But gotta agree he is one hell of a sport :)&lt;br /&gt;PS 2: To be continued :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113802470285895075?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113802470285895075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113802470285895075&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113802470285895075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113802470285895075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/01/continued.html' title='....continued....'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113751723031882476</id><published>2006-01-17T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:21:38.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how sweet I am.... NOT :)</title><content type='html'>I have ways of toturing people that makes hell seem like a nice picnic spot :). And that is usually when am trying to be nice so just imagine how it would when am not trying :D. Ask my class guys n they d tell u about it. I guess I should write a post in their honour, in honour of those noble people who put with me almost 8 hours a day. Before which I think I should give u a rough idea of how nice I am :D. When I was really young I used to think I was a nice gal, real sweet n all that. And then when I was falsely young I felt I was basically nice with just a touch of evil. Then with each passing year that feeling waned slowly yet steadily. Then I thot I was nice sometimes wicked at other times. Then I thot I was as wicked as I was nice. A few months ago I convinced myself that I was born wicked n I am trying to be nice. But well finally I ve come to realise, I am evil, wicked to the core N PROUD TO BE SO!!!! When there is just so much fun in being a spoilt kid why would anyone be otherwise? Why anyone would even think of "reformng" or "turning a new leaf" is something I would never realise. Heeeeyyyy wait a minute!!! Wasnt this post supposed to be about something else? *reads the first few lines of the post* Oh yeah!!! Sorry got a bit lost in my thots. It was supposed to be about how I spend time in college (to be read as trouble guys).&lt;br /&gt;So if u had read properly (which am sure u wouldn ve) I guess u would ve noticed that I only said about troubling guys! So does that mean I dont trouble gals. Well, I dont trouble gals much (there is no need for u to raise ur eyebrows). Atleast its not half as bad. I only imitate them really rare. REALLY, I dont imitate anygal more than thrice in half an hour, unless ofcourse we have some free time which doesn happen that often. Just lunch hours n lab hours n when we are waiting for our buses n sometimes if the staff absent themselves. But thats not much, by my standards anways.&lt;br /&gt;So, like I was saying, somehow guys always are my favourite targets. Maybe because they are more wacky or maybe because we gals generally find teasing guys more fun. But ofcourse the fact that the guys are less likely to hit me has nothing to do with guys being the favourite targets of my full-time hobby (aka getting on people s nerves).&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh!!! The post has already become too long and I ve not yet started on what I had wanted to say. Well guess I dont have a choice but continue laters. But I promise a part II of this post real soon :D. Hmmmm I guess I ll just start on what I really wanted to say. After a post about a topic which doesn even start on that topic sounds like a terrible waste of time. So there are three guys whose lead miserable lives thanks to me :). And they are Mr. G, Mr. R n Mr. T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Names not revealed as the author feels she is still way too young to die n doesn really believe in dying painfully even at a much older age :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113751723031882476?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113751723031882476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113751723031882476&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113751723031882476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113751723031882476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-how-sweet-i-am-not.html' title='This is how sweet I am.... NOT :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113725494954535431</id><published>2006-01-14T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:48:20.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jus a thought...</title><content type='html'>He has had 2 relations, has a crush on 3 gals, was dating 4 gals, was confused about what he felt for one gal, n flirted with every gal he could. But still he was "single" :). His friend was involved with jus one gal n he was "in a relation". Life is unfair!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113725494954535431?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113725494954535431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113725494954535431&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113725494954535431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113725494954535431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/01/jus-thought.html' title='Jus a thought...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113654440514831196</id><published>2006-01-06T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T03:31:59.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back :)</title><content type='html'>First of all, sorry for abscounding without the slightest notice :D. I was supposed to put up a tata post tuesday morning but when have I eva done what I was supposed to! I was off to my natives for a coupla days. Tuesday night kelambinaen, was back today morn. It was a tightly packed schedule but nalla irundhuchu had real good fun but no gujulans (other gender of guljili enna pa? :D). Went to my koola dheivam kovil n then to thiruchendur kovil. Then went to my dad s native place. NERAYA saapittaen :D (I ll give u the details WA ;) ) Approm thirippi train catch panni coming back :D. Was lazing around for a while approm switched on the system to see so many sweet offlines (not sure if I d find them so sweet after I get blasted :)) A very concerned (and paranoid) blogger  had left behind a coupla sweet offlines and hehe I was rolling on the floor laughing seeing them. But seriously speaking it was SO SO SO very sweet n I felt so happy knowing that there are quite a few who care. A million thanks to u all for making me grin the whole afternoon :).&lt;br /&gt;And about the trip, I enjoyed the train journey quite a bit was reading n listening to songs n muching simultaneously. Ah! it was heavenly :D:D. But I guess I like going on tour with my college mates better. I get to sit by the doors u c :). But damn all those sweet guys who insist that I can do so only if I got company :p.&lt;br /&gt;How do I manage to be the only single gal always in the midst of couples, be it in college or out with my relatives. This time I was the only kid too!!! But that dint dint get me any special treatment because they seem to think I ve "grown-up". DAMN!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;It was fun before the return journey when a bunch of guys thought I was looking at them when I was actually talking to my relatives. Romba comedy a irundhuchu. They ll be probably school going kids!!! They kinda like spread out n stood to see which guy I was looking at :)). Boys *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;But I did enjoy one guy s attention he was on the train n kept staring at me. He was two seats away n so very cute in his red shirt n shorts. I had hoped he would work up the courage to talk to me. But he dint so I initiated it. N he ran away quickly n hid behind his mom UKG kids can be damn cute ;).&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I was rolling on the floor about was one kid mistook me for his mom. He came running to me from the next compartment n asked (in his mother toungue) "ma, where r v now?". I was like "huh?". The kid looked at me again n oh the shocked look on his face. ROTFL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  On the whole I d say it was a fun trip n I enjoyed a lot n I mean A LOT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113654440514831196?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113654440514831196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113654440514831196&amp;isPopup=true' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113654440514831196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113654440514831196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/01/back.html' title='Back :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113606150399293962</id><published>2005-12-31T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T12:38:23.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taa daa!!!</title><content type='html'>NO WAIT!!!! Dont close the window U ve come to the right place only. Its just that me thot it was a time for a lil change :D. New year! So jus figured I could do with some change. I think its cool n am sticking to this :D. Thats it folks n have a great year ahead!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113606150399293962?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113606150399293962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113606150399293962&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113606150399293962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113606150399293962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/01/taa-daa.html' title='Taa daa!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113605682069943940</id><published>2005-12-31T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T11:20:20.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113605682069943940?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113605682069943940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113605682069943940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113605682069943940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113605682069943940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113602992184978397</id><published>2005-12-31T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T03:52:01.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I gotta request to make. Please DONOT question me. I dont like being questioned. If I feel comfortable with u I shall tell u my name/my college name/ any other details about me. So please give me the time to get comfortable or if I dont then well just leave. As much as I bloging I love my privacy and my right to stay anonymous. Sorry if I sound rude but I really really dont like being questioned!!! And well, obviously am not referring to any particular person but just to the general world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113602992184978397?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113602992184978397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113602992184978397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-i-gotta-request-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113588114826534682</id><published>2005-12-29T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:32:32.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are back again!!!</title><content type='html'>Holidays!!! Yippppeeee!!!! Hoping to have loads of fun these hols. They ve started out real cool. Yesterday noon we went directly to Satyam hoping to see Kanda Naal Mudhal but turned out that it was house full. Seri paravaala sollitu we(we=9 gals) got tickets for today. WOW!!! COOL movie! I love this movie. Infact ALL my friends liked it. Its a different issue that we d like any show with 2 lead guys in it ;).&lt;br /&gt;    Thanks to three of my friends who were late we missed the first scene :(. HMPH!!! But it doesnt matter cuz we are planning to see the movie again :D. Hopefully :). But right from the start I LOVED the movie. It was sooo very realistic n I could relate to Ramya's charachter very well (sidu moonji illa aana nalla sandai poduvaen). Enakku rendu guys Prasanna n Karthick ayumae pudichirundhuchu :D. Prasanna oda eyes n nadippu pudichudhu, Karthick....mmmm enna nu therila but I liked him. Alaipayuthey laerndhae me likes him :).&lt;br /&gt;    All my friends found it extremely unfair that Laila moojiku poi 2 guys potti pottings *sniff sniff*. But it was really a very cute story :). Chinna vayasulaerndhu therinja guy would DEFINITELY make a good life partner. He is someone who has seen u grow and seen u change so well it d be real cool I guess. Infact all my friends who had come along also felt so. So ellaarum yosichom like whom did we fight with much as a kid. My list was the longest (as expected). So elaarum enna total damage pannitaanga approm naanae konjam self damage pannikittaen. Hehe!!! Snaps of few conversations that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heh! I jus realise one thing. Enakku chinna vayasula pasanga mattum dhaan friends! Appo elaam gals apdinu oru category irundhaa madhiriyae illa en memory la.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Ippo mattum ennavaam? Edho chumma oru change ku u ve come out with us.&lt;br /&gt;Me: !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Seri padam over ippo engayaavadhu velila polaama?&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: Modhalla theatre ku velila pohalaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Sigh* chee andha rendu pasanga nalaa irundhaanga la paaka?&lt;br /&gt;Frnd: Where? Where?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ada cha andha padathula vandha pasangala sonnae!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: oi...I think indha padathula vara madhiri paatha naanum R(another gal)  eppovum sanda pottu kittae iruppom la...so...&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Pathikitta Naal Mudhal" apdinu oru padam edukkalaama.&lt;br /&gt;Frnd 2: Naan edhukkum konjam thalliyae ninnu karaen ;)&lt;br /&gt;Me: speaking of which naanum V(a guy) kooda neraya sandai poduvom. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;*V is a very boring very irritating totally dumb guy.*&lt;br /&gt;Frnd 3( who happens to know V): Adhu dhaan lez stories venaam nu ava solra illa.&lt;br /&gt;Me: seri don get jealous. venum na neeyae vechukku avana.&lt;br /&gt;Frnd 3: illa venaam vittudu...approm naan un kannatha kadikka vendiyadha irukkum kadhaya maatha :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Enakkum indha Padathula Prasanna voda akka va vandhaalae avalukkum oru similarity irukku theriyuma?&lt;br /&gt;Frnd: Apdi onnum therilayae. Andha character konjam homely ya nalla ponnu madhiri na irundhichu!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: OYE!!! Actually en kadhayum ava kadhayum onnu dhaan!&lt;br /&gt;Frnd: Thanni adichiya? Ipdi olarara?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aamaam de. rendu perum orae payyana dhaan luv panninom. Kadasila avan Jo-va kalyaanam pannika poraen nu sollitaan ;)&lt;br /&gt;Frnd: !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sema koothu adichom!! But one friend dropped out of the plan so one ticket waste :(. Approm after the film nalla kottindom. Then we dint know where else to go. So nadu road la ninnu konjam neram arattai adichittu irundhom :D. psst psst naanum nalla sandai poduvaen someone go tell Karthick that! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113588114826534682?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113588114826534682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113588114826534682&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113588114826534682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113588114826534682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-are-back-again.html' title='Holidays are back again!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113553701973807857</id><published>2005-12-25T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T10:56:59.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is back :)</title><content type='html'>My dear darling, cute, cuddly loving, lovable, sweet heart is back :). I feel soooo happy. And its so weird that I feel so happy that I feel like crying. Weird? Thats me :D. I feel so dumb saying this but of all the things he got back home its a soft toy that I love the most. Am not at all the kinda person who likes soft toys. Ok well I like em but am not crazy about em. Dunno what has got over me I ve not keep the toy aside from morn. Feels so weird!! URGH so damn kiddish. But I really don care!!!! Funny thing is he never bought it. He won it in some dumb thing in Las Vegas. But the grin on his face n the way he said that he had won it is what makes this special. And well CHOCOLATES!!!!! So much of them yet I feel there cudda been more ;). Oh yes am Miss Greedy I accept :D. Oh I ll jus never forget that grin on his face or his extra-enthu Hiiiii. I love my bro totally :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113553701973807857?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113553701973807857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113553701973807857&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113553701973807857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113553701973807857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/12/he-is-back.html' title='He is back :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113517366034489455</id><published>2005-12-21T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T06:01:02.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil me :D</title><content type='html'>I did my exam well. I was so worried about this one now am considerably relieved. Paper was pretty straight forward and also had exactly the questions I knew :). Thanks for all your prayers n wishes. Speaking of wishes...have any of u threatened someone to wish u luck? :D I did just that yesterday. My brothers memory is well its a non existent concept!! So the poor fellow forgot to wish me luck yesterday for today s exam. I waited really long online hoping he d come online but he dint :(. I was heartbroken, dejected n got all worked up because I never do an exam well if he doesn wish me luck. Its silly, I know but thats just me. So I sent him REALLY angry offline messages in yahoo hoping he d see them and atleast call.&lt;br /&gt;    I DID recieve a call today morning. Infact he called up just as I was waking up. I was all grumpy n finally got a little softened up by his excuses. And was quite cheerful at the end of the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst psst but the truth I wasnt angry. ROTFL. The lovable idiot thought I was angry and he also gave me reasons and excuses. I was trying hard not to laugh but also dint let him know I wasnt really angry. Hehe I can be so evil :D *muhahahahaha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113517366034489455?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113517366034489455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113517366034489455&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113517366034489455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113517366034489455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/12/evil-me-d.html' title='Evil me :D'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113502992962929125</id><published>2005-12-19T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:05:29.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Growl*</title><content type='html'>I find system software REALLY REALLT boring. Oh yeah I also find it irritating that I ve forgotten almost everything I studied 2 months(ie during my "original" study hols). Its also highly discouraging that I dint do math well and keep thinking about it. It defnitely doesn help that the subject is *yaaawwnnn* far from interesting. One of my friends described it PERFECTLY "Its about as interesting as an ant crawling on the wall". Make it in slow motion... psst psst incase u r a weirdo that finds ants motion interesting then please go study system software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: I DON WANNA STUDY ANYMORE. Its borin n am frustrated!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113502992962929125?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113502992962929125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113502992962929125&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113502992962929125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113502992962929125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/12/growl.html' title='*Growl*'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113360560295521707</id><published>2005-12-12T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:45:00.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE-she!!!</title><content type='html'>Ayyo she-SHE apdina odanae bayandhudaadheenga idhu avala neeyi type of post nu. Idhu just a conversation between a mom n her kid (obviously her daughter). SHE refers to amma. she refers to her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE n she are going out to a she's cousins kids first birthday! As always she woke up late n as always SHE is scolding her. &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Kaathala seekiram ezhundhiru nu sonna kekkariyaa. Ippo paaru mani enna enna aahudhunu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Time is 7:30 ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Ggrrr!!! idhula unakku nakkal vera kekkudha. Innum enna okaandhundu cell oda romance uttundu irukka po poi kuli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Ayyo! Konja neram nayya nayya nu kathaama irukiya? Am just messaging my friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Messaging a? I think we are already late! Put that down n go take ur bath NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:    Ayyo,mma adhukku dhaan enna dress pottukalaam nu Smitha va kettutu irukkaen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Idhukku Smitha va kepaanaen? Enna kaettaa naan sollitu poraen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Unakku idhelaam puriyaadhu ma. Free-ya vidu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Hello? Enna puriyaadhu. I was once your age u know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Adhu appo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Chee, thoo. Come I ll help u out. But make it quick k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Ya,ya. Like I dunno whether to wear this grey kurta with black jean or my blue salwar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Jean n kurta vae pottukoyaen. U look really pretty in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   But indha function ku neriya periyavaal elaam vandhu iruppa la? avanga elaam feel panna maataala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   But idhula enna da irukku? U ll feel most comfy in pants only right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she: Thats true ma. But jus one day I can avoid it. Approm ava elaam oru madhiri paarpa. Approm paati vandhu "enda kondhai inikki oru naal mattum jeans pottukaama ponna lakshanama vara kooadaadha" nu keppa. Y give room to all this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Hmmm valid point. heh... Apdina I just got a new saree... Wanna give it a try? U ve got a black blouse right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Illa maa venaam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Yaen? Nee Saree pottunda un cousins elaam "feel" pannuvaala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Illa ma I don have any foot wear to go with a saree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   err I don see the relation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Illa ma its not possible free-ya vidu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Ennavo po. Seri apdina andha blue salwar-a pottuko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Epdi ma? Romba simple a irukaadhu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   Hmmm seri appo enna dhaan pottuka mudiyum? How about that green choli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   I dont have matching accesories ippo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE: Yemma thaayae!!! Enna venum naalum pottukko. I give u 15 minutes time you better get ready within that time. I cant stand this any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Hmmm seri.. I told u u wouldn understand these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*A few minutes later she comes dressed in a grey kurta and black jean.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   but but but...edho periva elaam feel pannuvaa nu sonna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she:   Hmmm Thats right ma. But I cant change myself for others sake right? And besides this is what I feel comfortable in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE:   *speechless*&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/13053931-113360560295521707?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113360560295521707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113360560295521707&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113360560295521707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113360560295521707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/12/she-she.html' title='SHE-she!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113390761079385695</id><published>2005-12-06T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:20:10.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Grin*</title><content type='html'>I messaged one friend of mine for about 8 hours one night... Now is that a record? :D &lt;a href="http://magixncurses.blogspot.com"&gt;Curses&lt;/a&gt; do I qualify as your sister? :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113390761079385695?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113390761079385695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113390761079385695&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113390761079385695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113390761079385695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/12/grin.html' title='*Grin*'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113389120008991434</id><published>2005-12-06T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T09:46:43.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. exams ve been postponed right? So y the hell am i not bloging? er wats the word... i forgot... oh yea lazy. YES am feeling Lazy to blog.  Ok wait I dont like taking all the credit myself. For the past 3 days my computer was not working. So those two reasons put together explaing why I am dint rant about the previous exam getting postponed. But well.... better late than neva right? :D Illa illa am no longer irritated enough to rant so pozhachu poiteenga elaarum :p. But I still think its very unfair to have postponed the exams after we all finished preparing(wellll almost :D). And u know what my last exam was on Nov 23rd and my next exam is on Dec 17th. Anyone heard of study hols this long for just one exam? :))&lt;br /&gt;Cha...ivalo days hols vitaalum am not able to enjoy it. Thats coz I have very poor memory, only if "I stay in touch" with my books can I remember stuff. So onnumae enjoy panna mudila. But paravaala after the exams are over till next exam study hols I wont even go near the books. Appo enjoy pannikalaam :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113389120008991434?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113389120008991434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113389120008991434&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113389120008991434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113389120008991434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113320131249629690</id><published>2005-11-28T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:08:32.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mazhai mazhai....</title><content type='html'>I used to love rains. Yes, USED to. At the moment am ready to sue the clouds. No, am not going to  rant about my exams getting postponed. Its sad, I accept. Am already out of focus and in a holiday mood, I know. But thats not why I hate the rains. Its because of people who have been genuinely affected by it. Romba paridhaabama irukku... So many have lost their lives, or their near n dear ones or their belongings.  From what I heard, many areas the water  is around four feet deep. And considering the  fact that Indian roads have more potholes  than  tar...its scary.  I feel guilty to even feel bad about my exams being postponed. Wonder how many people would ve lost their  notes n books n how they are going to make it up. There will be students in the affected villages and towns too, right? What about students who will taking up their board exams this year? Losing yo0ur belongings when the boards are just a few months away is a scary thought. And when the thought goes to the epidemic that may spread.... :(.&lt;br /&gt;And as if all this is not enough the headlines in the news channels scream "Vanga kadalil matrum oru katrazhuththa thazvu mandalam mayyam kondu ulladhu". More rains,Great! Exactly what we want at the moment!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113320131249629690?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113320131249629690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113320131249629690&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113320131249629690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113320131249629690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/11/mazhai-mazhai.html' title='Mazhai mazhai....'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113277527146932823</id><published>2005-11-23T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:47:51.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG time no post ...</title><content type='html'>Oops, I guess I forgot to mention in my previous posts that my exams go on till december 7th. adhu varaikkum naan oru padikkara ponnu (adhukku approm porukkara ponnaanu elaam kekkae pdaathu :) ) Done 3 exams till now and done them well enough thanks to all you guys prayers :).&lt;br /&gt;    Had taken a big break on this saturday after my exam. I was feeling so frustrated and really bored of dreaming about empty mark sheets, 12 arrears (ezhudharadhae 10 papers dhaan :) ). Circuits chasing me and stuff :). So I went shopping with my sis in law. Nalla bondi adichchuttaen avala :D. While coming back home we felt like having a coffee. So went to coffe day. Had this AMAZIN thing called Devil's own *sigh*.... It was soooo good. Infact I liked it so much I had one the next day too :D. So finally when we reached home it was like 11. Dad and mom were so worked up. But they just saw the silly grin on my face and knew that I had had the time of my life :). And well, my grin was contagious. So thittavaeilla!!! ESCAPE! :D Then LITERALLY for the rest of the night we were talking. It was like morning 8 when I went to sleep :) Had hardly slept the previous night because of my exams but still wasn't the least bit tired.... And ofcourse from the next day on it was back to the usual routine. But its amazing what a lil break can do to one's spirits :).&lt;br /&gt; Approm another one thing...am actually taking sneak peeks into ur blogs. Might not comment but still I visit them. Epponaachum when I take some 30 mins or so off and am not sleepy I do that :D. Anyways, I got four more exams to go of which I bother only about 2. The other 2 are just way too easy papers :).  So guess I d be back to blogging propers next week. Appo varaikkum please en shout-box a anadhaya vitturadheenga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: Please excuse typos like tihs :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113277527146932823?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113277527146932823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113277527146932823&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113277527146932823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113277527146932823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-time-no-post.html' title='LONG time no post ...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113137345396087819</id><published>2005-11-07T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T06:24:16.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is the definition of polambals!!!</title><content type='html'>Naan bayangara tension party...Exam time vandhuchchunaalae olara aarambichchuduvaen...This post is a testimony of that. Actually am jus going crazy thinking about the exams. Almost everyone of my friends whole heartedly believe that my arrear last semester was because I was sick and have complete faith that I ll do well this time. Though it is very sweet of them I feel EXTREMELY pressurised.... Bayama irukku...I don wanna keep another arrear... Enaala mudinja alavukku am studying only... Irundhaalum I dunno if that is enough... I badly wanted to rant about it. And when I talk to my friends about this, they tell me the list of subjects they ve finished and this only scares me more :(. See I am even staying away from blogin and all that. My apologies :(. I don wanna let all these people down.... God, I was not even supposed to be blogging not even about this, but I thought I might burst if I kept this within me any longer. I miss my bro MAJORS. Exam kku mundhina naal only he can cool me...Sigh ippovae ipdi hyper a irukkaen dunno what am gonna do on the day of the exam...Romba olarirundha sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113137345396087819?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113137345396087819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113137345396087819&amp;isPopup=true' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113137345396087819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113137345396087819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-post-is-definition-of-polambals.html' title='This post is the definition of polambals!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113051055761024811</id><published>2005-10-28T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T07:42:37.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its so weird.... I always loved rains... It always meant freedom from school, lots of stuff to eat, no work and TOTAL lazing around and not to forget LOADS n LOADS of showers. But yesterday man I so so so badly wanted a break!!!&lt;br /&gt;    I was blissfully asleep when my friend called me up and decided for me that I am not attending college. I welcomed the idea as going to college meant waking up and I felt lazy :D. Then a few half-asleep sms informing my friends that am not attending college today. I woke up as early as 11 30. My parents informed me that they ve switched off the mains coz of some damned sparks and I was ok with it....Until I TRULY realised what it meant. No current implied no computer.... I was totally shaken... to say that I love my system is the understatement of the decade. We are inseperable. But I consoled myself saying that heavy rains were worth it... Then I realised that it was too dark for me to even read a book (not STUDY...one cant study in such a weather :) ) I thought of messaging my friends... I did for a while till I realised I had only 150 free messages!!! I thought I could play some game on my cell and realised after playing for a while that i cant afford losing the CHARGE!!! I rushed to the aid of my emergency lamp and sat down with a book. Fate, they say, is not without a sense of irony. After some ten mins the tubes went blank and my dad informed me that he forgot to charge the lamps. At that time my friend called me up...in my cell... I was paranoid and told her I couldn afford to lose my precious charge and asked her to call me on my landline... We chatted for a while, until her brother felt it was enough and snatched the phone from her so that HE could chat. By then, I had had enough and threw a big tantrum and insisted I needed batteries and right THEN so that I could atleast use the radio... My parents were also pretty bored, so in this heavy rains me and my dad went out and got some batteries.  I switched on the radio and you wouldn believe it, they were playing some bloody flops from the 70's. I thought I would risk it and messaged my friends for a while and slept REAL early. Was woken up today morn by the same friend who insisted we go to college. The college security informed us that though buses would not be provided college was functioning. Dutiful people me and my friend are we wanted to get done with record correction today and went to realise we were the only two dumb gals to have come... As few as 10 students had come of which some 6 had come to the hostel!!! psst psst Please idha velila sollidadheenga...my maanam going :(. But while coming back home one of my friends came home and finally at the end of these two painfully boring days I had a real nice time :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Wondering what I did with the rest of the time? I was eating :D:D:D. Fried cashews, hot hot bondas, chappathis, chips and a hell a lotta other snacks. No, &lt;a href="http://thewitchyangel.blogspot.com"&gt;Wicked Angel&lt;/a&gt;, I dint put this up to irrtate u. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113051055761024811?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113051055761024811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113051055761024811&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113051055761024811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113051055761024811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-113009181470667692</id><published>2005-10-23T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T11:23:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odambe serila ennaku :(</title><content type='html'>Mummmmmyyyy :((. Paapa s sick (AM the paapa incase u r wondering whom am referring to). Dont know whats wrong...but hardly able to move my legs. I am actually much better today. Yesterday I couldn't move AT ALL! What really hurts is this happens everytime I attempt dancing and I really love dancing... I dont care how I dance I jus love dancing... But if I continue "breaking my leg" everytime I dance I would have to give it up soon and I would rather break my leg... Dont tell me this ll continue :(. I hope I get better soon. *sniff sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-113009181470667692?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/113009181470667692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=113009181470667692&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113009181470667692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/113009181470667692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/10/odambe-serila-ennaku.html' title='Odambe serila ennaku :('/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112973843181366858</id><published>2005-10-19T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:13:52.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a too much!!!</title><content type='html'>Aaah, what is the world coming to? Is n't there a limit to the ridicules that can be imposed on a poor lil sweet gal (Thats ME). All my life all my friends, acquaintances, class mates, college mates, school mates have all pulled my leg for hanging out too much with guys. So much so that I am numb to these words now... But then there is only so much that I can take, right?&lt;br /&gt;    I am used to being made fun with a different guy every week. Or maybe every guy that I am caught talking to...&lt;br /&gt;    A few months back when I was pretty depressed with stuff and spent a lot of time I was made fun of "love failure" and I laughed along.&lt;br /&gt;    But ippo :(( boo hoo...VERY UNFAIR. There s gotta be a limit to how much people can harass a poor soul. Sniff sniff.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edhelaam kuththam solradhunae illaya? :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sigh... I better get it out of my system. I was just walking with my friend one gal (SO WHAT if we were holding hands and walking), and one of my classmates passing by asked me "idhu eppo learndhu" OMG! ROTFL!!!.  Guess I would get back to hanging around with guys atleast that was less damaging :)&lt;br /&gt;Psst psst U think ithis is another rant dont u? Its not :p. I actually found it hilarious. Hehe jus felt its too long since I ranted and chumma though I found it funny I thot I d blog about it like I was depressed about it :p&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112973843181366858?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112973843181366858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112973843181366858&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112973843181366858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112973843181366858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-too-much.html' title='This is a too much!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112956516369138911</id><published>2005-10-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:06:03.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surya *drools*</title><content type='html'>hmm... Every blog I visit atleast one line about Asin irukku and all the guys and putting their heads together and jolling. Adhanaala naan indha post Surya va paththi jolla poraen :D. Ennnnnnnaaaa looks man. Chance a illa!!! He s like WOW! Me and my friend literally gaped open-mouthed at him. Ghajini padam logic elaam paakkaama (Nayanthara vayum paakkaama) watch ina its a good movie. Asin and Surya make SUCH a cute couple . But Surya looked much much much better :p. Oru manushan moraikkarachchae kooda scene a irukkum mudiyum nu naan ippo dhaan therinjukittaen :). So all my fellow female bloggers please droolify in the comment box :D.&lt;br /&gt;    psst psst have u people noticed that men seldom accept another man to be good looking while gals usually  compliment each other  quite a bit? Hmmmm Guys are very J I guess ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112956516369138911?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112956516369138911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112956516369138911&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112956516369138911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112956516369138911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/10/surya-drools.html' title='Surya *drools*'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112905818593090783</id><published>2005-10-11T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:16:25.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conpeesed</title><content type='html'>Is it really like its upto Indian women to protect the Indian culture? Why is it that its wrong for gals to wear pants coz its not Indian but okayes for guys to wear it? Why is it that when a guy and a gal go out together its the gal's "name" that gets spoilt but not the guy's? Why is it fine if guys drink but not so if gals drink? If it unethical for a gal isn't it so for a guy too??? I cant stop fuming about the dress code that has been imposed ... And the reason given is most outrageous... suppose most of u would know it by now but for those of you who dont&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the reason is that&lt;/span&gt; certain               outfits detract from the seriousness of academic pursuits&lt;/span&gt;. And thats the reason given for banning pants for gals. So the guys get diverted and the gal wearing pants is banned??? If a guy cannot decide whether to look at the gal in pants or to study I have a feeling its not the gals "mistake" in anyway...&lt;br /&gt;    And this is a question to all my dear male bloggers: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont u all think the presence of gals is distracting enough?&lt;/span&gt; So does that mean soon gals would be banned from pursuing professional education? What the hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : And was there a big fuss created when guys switched over to pants from dhothies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112905818593090783?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112905818593090783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112905818593090783&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112905818593090783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112905818593090783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/10/conpeesed.html' title='Conpeesed'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112905590990553912</id><published>2005-10-11T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:38:29.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my bro...</title><content type='html'>I am missing my brother majors. Avana madhiri one bro is IMPOSSIBLE. He s one of the closest person in my life. He is the heights of cool and has never given me a reason to lie to him.  Chinna vayasula enakku ootivittu irukaan...approm konjam naal kazhichchu would hear my daily rants and raves about my everyday happenings... then helping me out with my acads... then discussing guys and relations and stuff... And to this day, he has never preached, never stopped me from living my life, always monitored me from a distance though. Though every bit protective he has never lived my life for me ie made my decision. "The final decision is yours" He always says and means it too. He is cute, caring, loving and in all matters except my studies highly flexible. Its his interest in computers that I can never ever understand. He is the most influential person in my life. He means more than just a brother to me... He s part friend part mom part bro part dad and a part of me. :) I have many a times wondered what I would have become if it had not been for him... Enakku every matter small or big en anna tta opichchae aahanum illa na mandayae vedichidum and its more or less the same for him. He is the major reason I so respect, admire and understand guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS Anna s away to the US for a coupla months. "Just 2 months right?" apdinu solaadhenga I ve neva been away from him for over a week and miss him like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112905590990553912?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112905590990553912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112905590990553912&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112905590990553912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112905590990553912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/10/missing-my-bro.html' title='Missing my bro...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112861646240899508</id><published>2005-10-06T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:34:22.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is MEAN :(</title><content type='html'>DAMN!! I was practising for my coll freshers dance usura kuduththu. And these brainless gits have now postponed it. Practised SOOOO hard (its a different issue that we took rest the whole day today)...STILL thinking that we have practise this again and considering that the time has  been extended we would probably alter the steps....and that means WORK and I detest work like any normal sane lazy person. BOO HOO!!! I even stayed away from the blog world!!!! My apologies :(. But the dance getting postponed is MEAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112861646240899508?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112861646240899508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112861646240899508&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112861646240899508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112861646240899508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-mean.html' title='Life is MEAN :('/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112827725059429052</id><published>2005-10-02T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:20:50.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The relation??</title><content type='html'>Why is it that women are featured on almost ALL ads be it a shaving gel or a tooth paste ad! Oru Pizza ad la where does a gal fit in? That too why does she have to half(er quarter) clothed? Someone temme what the relation is!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112827725059429052?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112827725059429052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112827725059429052&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112827725059429052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112827725059429052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/10/relation.html' title='The relation??'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112822874013709835</id><published>2005-10-01T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:52:20.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party time!!!</title><content type='html'>The re evaluation results were out a couple of days back and I managed to clear one paper. Am sssooooooo happy. I cleared E Mech. Yay!!! I still got EDC though but it doesn't matter am happy I cleared atleast one. So SO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; happy. *happy dance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112822874013709835?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112822874013709835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112822874013709835&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112822874013709835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112822874013709835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/10/party-time.html' title='Party time!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112766183100965723</id><published>2005-09-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T08:23:51.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect for elders :)</title><content type='html'>Time for a flashback. This one involves one of my cousins....he was one very naughty and smart kid. This happened over twenty years ago and I ve only heard of this incident. My cousin was hardly one and half years old when this happened. Ok enough bull shitting...to more important matters :D&lt;br /&gt;    My cousin and his parents had come home. They were just chatting for a while when my father's friend came home. So my dad had to talk to that fellow. This uncle had no idea that he was far from welcome at that moment :). He went on and on about office rumours and stuff...with my relatives getting more and more restless by the moment. They were in a different room and generally wishing that the uncle would leave soon. You see on an ordinary day it would not have mattered but at the moment they had some important stuff to discuss. It was then that my cousin decided to take matters in hand. He went to my dad's friend and told him "po. nee po" Everyone was shell shocked...they had no idea that this prat would say such a thing and did not know what to say...My dad tried apologising and reprimanded the kid "daey enna da idhu konjam kooda mariyaadha illama". The kid who was so confused as to what he had done to deserve all those stares now understood perfectly well what was wrong. He looked at my dads friend and said "Pongo. Seekiram pongo".  Everyone including that friend of my dad was ROTFL :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112766183100965723?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112766183100965723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112766183100965723&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112766183100965723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112766183100965723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/respect-for-elders.html' title='Respect for elders :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112732712826344139</id><published>2005-09-21T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:25:28.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am such a noble person :)</title><content type='html'>I am by nature a very kind and symphatetic person. Serious...Dont believe me? See I am so thoughtful that I ve messaged almost all my friends in AIRTEL and assured them that 100 messages a day is not all that bad. But they are somehow getting more frustrated because of that :D. Well, thats just me getting back for all their messages like "oh u poor darling u cant spam people" or "how do u even survive with 150 messages" or "some people have limited messages. poor them". They would probably get back at me real soon. But what the hell am enjoying this now :D.&lt;br /&gt;    I can be a meanie at times...er ok I can be mean most times...Fine fine I AM  mean almost always :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: AIRTEL(prepaid)  has reduced the number of free messages(Local) from 350 to 100. And HUTCH prepaid has some 150 messages. So... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS do u think this would qualify me into that rowdy gang ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112732712826344139?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112732712826344139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112732712826344139&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112732712826344139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112732712826344139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/am-such-noble-person.html' title='Am such a noble person :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112704828545715972</id><published>2005-09-18T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T07:48:11.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She loves him...She loves him not...</title><content type='html'>Love is in the air...I mean in my college. Everywhere you go you see "couples" or "couples-in-the-making". Of course am not saying that any guy and gal alone together(?) need to be counted in as a pair...but a few of them actually are :). Seri, what is the concept behind this love apdinu paappoma (er a gals perspective)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love the way x walks.&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to x.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way x looks into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I love x.&lt;br /&gt;I love spending a weekend with x.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way x always seems to know what Iam thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way x holds me.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when x hugs or kisses me.&lt;br /&gt;I love being in luv with x.&lt;br /&gt;I love being with x  when we are not fighting.&lt;br /&gt;I love having a weekend all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time alone.&lt;br /&gt;I love x but not much.&lt;br /&gt;I loved x.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I would love to HIT x.&lt;br /&gt;whew. I called THAT love. EYUCK.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not generalising and will not generalise either. But just that seen too many people breaking-up. Ippo elaam enakku when I see people in love I sincerely pray that they last or if they do fall apart its mutual... Most of the love-today islike this I feel. Say a person just has a huge crush on a person of the other sex...all these love songs, poems and other such stuff...make them feel they are really in love. Every romantic song seems to be written with just the two of them in mind. Seriously I feel that even LOVE has become a victim of media hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: NO am not generalising. There are real true lovers out there, I know. But just they are pretty less in numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112704828545715972?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112704828545715972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112704828545715972&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112704828545715972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112704828545715972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/she-loves-himshe-loves-him-not.html' title='She loves him...She loves him not...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112687752155784316</id><published>2005-09-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T06:32:01.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice forward...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If you're not married yet, share this with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If you are married, share it with your spouse or other married couples and reflect on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;An African Proverb states, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Before you get married, keep both eyes open and after you marry, close one eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem, make you blind to warning signs. Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Once you decide to commit to someone, over time his or her flaws, vulnerabilities, pet peeves, and differences will become more obvious.&lt;br /&gt;If you love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've got to learn to close one eye and not let every little thing bother you.&lt;br /&gt;You and your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs, values, dreams, weaknesses, and strengths.&lt;br /&gt;You are two unique individual children of God who have decided to share a life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Neither of you are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;But are you perfect for each other?&lt;br /&gt;Do you bring out the best in each other?&lt;br /&gt;Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare, and control?&lt;br /&gt;What do you bring to the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You can't take someone to the altar to alter him or her.&lt;br /&gt;You can't make someone love you or make someone stay.&lt;br /&gt;If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment and "a life", you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your pain. Manipulation, control, jealousy, neediness, and selfishness are not the ingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking status, sex, wealth, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;What keeps a relationship strong?&lt;br /&gt;Communication, intimacy, trust, a sense of humor, sharing household tasks, some getaway time without business or children and daily exchanges (a meal, shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, a note.)&lt;br /&gt;Leave a nice message on the voicemail or send a nice e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing common goals and interests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Growth is important.&lt;br /&gt;Grow together, not away from each other, giving each other space to grow without feeling insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Allow your mate to have outside interest.&lt;br /&gt;You can't always be together.&lt;br /&gt;Give each other a sense of belonging and assurances of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to control one another. Learn each other's family situation.&lt;br /&gt;Respect his or her parents regardless.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put pressure on each other for material goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Remember for richer or for poorer.&lt;br /&gt;If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty, and pain replace the passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Remember: The difference between "United" and "Untied" is where you put the I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS This is a forwarded message I recieved. Thot it was beautiful and wanted to share it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112687752155784316?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112687752155784316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112687752155784316&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112687752155784316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112687752155784316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-forward.html' title='A nice forward...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112676065538461811</id><published>2005-09-14T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T03:19:30.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jus another part...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning: If you are the ultra-conservative types...I would rather you dont read this post. But if u choose to read the post and fret in the comment box...I ll reply anyways :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm This a post that has been triggered by a post by &lt;a href="http://vineshks.blogspot.com"&gt;Vinesh&lt;/a&gt;. He s written about well gals breasts and guys views on it. Though I do agree that it is just another part of anatomy I wish it were treated that way. Maybe gals in this city (dunno about other cities) are a lil hypersensitive about it basically because it is one of the most "harassed" parts.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely agree that it is one of the most beautiful parts of female anatomy...appo why is gal dressing up to make her face look better not scoffed at but a gal who brings out the beauty of her breasts is? (By the elders ofcourse). Is it not just another part of anatomy? How many of the guys would be ok with her sister going out in a tight tee-shirt? No am not comparing gals on the road with ur sis(note the point Praveen) but if it is without a perverted thought that you are enjoying the beauty of a gal on the road...why do you deprive somother guy the pleasure of observing your sisters beauty? :)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, eye-contact is best while maintaining a conversation...but when there is no conversation...hmm well what to say :D. Basically I am with guys in this..."ponnunu irundhaa paaka dhaan seyvom" does make sense...BUT when a gal has specifically taken efforts to cover herself has not she made it quite clear that she would not liked to be "looked" at? Shouldn't she be left alone then? Its not like guys leave the kudumba kuththuvelakku alone. I feel, in this, we gals have a very valid point. Look at a gal who does not mind being looked...donot cause discomfort. And more importantly...look if u wanna but please don ogle. Its sick when people look with dropped jaws and worse when they pass comments.&lt;br /&gt;And some people seem to feel that gals dont have anything specific to look at, in the guys anatomy...I would just like to say there are a lot of things that a gal finds attractive in a guy looks. Just that we don announce what we look at and we are careful enough not to be caught in the act ;). Seriously we do admire many things in a guys looks but sadly not many guys got great looking...(u thot I would say what we admire dint u? I wouldnt :p)&lt;br /&gt;If its a plain casual or admiring looks most gals wouldnt mind it I guess. But if it is gonna be a lustfull or er for lack of better word greedy look we feel a slap might put some sense into those people.&lt;br /&gt;And well no offence meant by this post. Infact unless am mistaken both the guys and gals are gonna jump at me :D. But hey, this is just my view :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112676065538461811?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112676065538461811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112676065538461811&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112676065538461811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112676065538461811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/jus-another-part.html' title='Jus another part...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112654752160410999</id><published>2005-09-12T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:04:22.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onnumae puriyalae olagaththula</title><content type='html'>Back with a bang madhri back with a rant. This post will be about the sadistic pleasure exhibited by certain people who actually pursue higher studies to obtain this license. Almost all of us have come across them and invariably almost all of us have despised them, insulted them and yet had "nick" names (not the pleasant type I assure u ;) ) for them. Yea, you got it right, am referring to the professors(seri seri in the case of my college lecturers.podhuma?)&lt;br /&gt;Do they really lack brains or do they like pretending that they lack it? How can some staff who are so good in understanding the intricacies in electronics fail to understand simple things like students psychology. Its simple enough isn't it? Students psychology is rather simple if u ask me,&lt;br /&gt;its like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We wont listen to you(prof) no matter what. Especially if you mean well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    How do they even ask questions like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you both talking? &lt;/span&gt;Definitely not anything related in the slightest to the subjects :). Or worse still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why were you both talking?&lt;/span&gt; OR &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are not paying attention? &lt;/span&gt;Obviously coz we cant stand u!!! Indha madhri chinna pulai thanamaa kelvi kaetta what do we say???&lt;br /&gt;And then their er "punishments". Sahikala!!! I mean what to they achieve by making a person who comes late to class stand outside the class for sometime? The fellow enjoys the cool breeze and a better view of the other classes and jus enjoys it. And are they under this impression that their "remarks" insult us the slightest? NOWAYS. It takes more than that to penetrate engaloda buffalo skins.&lt;br /&gt;And supposing a person commits some mistake...once or twice or er always and gives them a reason they say "U have a reason for everything u do". OFCOURSE!!! Doesn everyone? Isn't it bad only if u DONOT have a reason? Cha edhukkelaam thittradhu nu vevasthayae illama pochchu!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways what prompted me to write this post is that--my class was late to lab today and the ma'am wanted us to write a sorry letter and give. She wouldnt let us in till we gave her the letter. I sure would like to know what her achievement is...considering the whole class was late...oru velai she collects such letters and gives them to a "paper wala"? hehe Lecturer psychology a purilayae :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112654752160410999?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112654752160410999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112654752160410999&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112654752160410999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112654752160410999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/onnumae-puriyalae-olagaththula.html' title='Onnumae puriyalae olagaththula'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112619180369988946</id><published>2005-09-08T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:10:08.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Laugh away to glory.&lt;br /&gt;Get a better control over my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Adopt an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;Visit some foriegn land.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to cook PROPERS.&lt;br /&gt;Read all the books that I can.&lt;br /&gt;Live my life so that I die with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things you can do!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;Learn more....&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop kadalai.&lt;br /&gt;Make more friends.&lt;br /&gt;Cry and laugh at the sametime.&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone when in doubt (I find that many people prefer pretending to know it)&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things you can't do!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow nails...it FREAKS me.&lt;br /&gt;Act feminine/ behave like a gal.&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from my system for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;Remember things that am supposed to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Do my work in time or even excusably late.&lt;br /&gt;Forget my first love...or the pain it caused or the empitiness I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;EYES. Especially expressive ones.&lt;br /&gt;Hair.&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;Decent build.&lt;br /&gt;Positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Caring nature.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they are of the opposite sex :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things you say most!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Screw it!/Go screw urself&lt;br /&gt;F*ck&lt;br /&gt;Bull Sh*t&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;Jus kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break.&lt;br /&gt;You are kidding?&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the cr*p&lt;br /&gt;I am in love :D&lt;br /&gt;Psst psst now u know what a nice gal I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven celebrity crushes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ARYA.&lt;br /&gt;Surya&lt;br /&gt;Madhavan (ex :D)&lt;br /&gt;I consider every guy I ever had a crush on a celebrity and believe me if I get to listing all my crushes...enakku kai valikkum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Soooooo Vee-jay tagged me. And I hope I ve not taken too long to do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to answer these interesting questions can consider themselves tagged :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112619180369988946?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112619180369988946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112619180369988946&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112619180369988946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112619180369988946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged :)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112618955384430579</id><published>2005-09-08T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T07:25:53.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of Knowledge....;)</title><content type='html'>Ayya enakku oru errr moonu unmai therinjaahanum (yes, Mudhal Mariyaadhai style-la dhaan askings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Define crush.&lt;br /&gt;2. Define Flirting.&lt;br /&gt;3. Define kadalai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaru vidhyaasangal illa naalum oru rendu vidhyaasam kooravum. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS preferrably with examples ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112618955384430579?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112618955384430579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112618955384430579&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112618955384430579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112618955384430579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-search-of-knowledge.html' title='In search of Knowledge....;)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112600903610514935</id><published>2005-09-06T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T05:17:16.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>Last post romba kozhappittaen nu nenaikkaraen...all that i meant to say was... People may give up their friend for their love but I ve witnessed just two cases when people gave up their love for their friendship(and that too there were other reasons).... Somehow love that is maybe just a few weeks old seems more to gain more signifance in their lives than friendship that s some few years old...edho nalla irundha seri dhaan. Very heart broken...but then I do have control over myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112600903610514935?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112600903610514935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112600903610514935&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112600903610514935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112600903610514935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112592757462069014</id><published>2005-09-05T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T05:12:30.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Derivation</title><content type='html'>Heard of this quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship sometimes ends in love....But love never ends in friendship..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a derivative I say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship sometimes ends for love....But love never ends for friendship..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say? Agree? Disagree? Lemme know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112592757462069014?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112592757462069014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112592757462069014&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112592757462069014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112592757462069014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/derivation.html' title='Derivation'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112555313160808186</id><published>2005-08-31T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:38:52.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enakkul Oru Anniyan-II</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong to want to keep your college clean? I guess not. So why do people treat me like a weirdo for wanting to do that? I sometimes have to walk some extra 10 steps to put the chocolate wrapper(or WHATEVER)  into the dustbin and noone ever gives me company :(. OK fine so I walk on my own and do it and they STILL have to mock about it? Is it cool to litter your campus? OK so if it is cool to have a dirty city full of litters why do we need ONYX? May as well do away with it. And dont complain that "Andha country la elaam road-la oru kuppai irukaadhu theriyumaa. If someone throws something on the streets heavy fine is levied" Fine poatta dhaan unga kadamya neenga seyveengalo? As it comes in Anniyan again to that car owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO: Help pannanum nu onnum sattam illayae?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anniyan: sattam irundhaadhan ungalukku karunai varumo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PS: Never thought that that I would be writing a part II but there is more to come I am sure :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112555313160808186?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112555313160808186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112555313160808186&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112555313160808186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112555313160808186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/09/enakkul-oru-anniyan-ii.html' title='Enakkul Oru Anniyan-II'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112534093103620507</id><published>2005-08-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:42:11.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A creative proposal</title><content type='html'>I have heard of novel ways of proposing...but this one is by far the best one I guess.&lt;br /&gt;    There was this one guy (Y) who lived near X's house. But X dint even know he existed. Ofcourse Y knew all about X. Ipadiyaaha kadhai irukku Y X kitta propose panninaan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y: I want to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;X: I guess that is what you are doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y: Illa thaniyaa pesanum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;X: Apdi orama poi pesittu vaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y: ayyo un kitta thaniyaa pesanum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;X: pesi tholai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y: I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;X: What? &amp;*)!#$(@^*&amp;amp;|+|#~ I don even know who you are...I know nothing about you and you know nothing about what makes you think that you are in love with me? And di you even dream I would reciprocate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y( Ada chee niruththu): Illa I know about you and I think we are in love because we both think similarly our thought processes are very much alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;X (outraged): What the hell makes y say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y: Consider this situtaion-- You enter a room there is a bed in the middle of the room. One gal and One guy are asleep. Neenga yaaru pakkathula poi padupeenga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;X: Obviously Naan andha ponnu kooda dhaan paduppaen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y: I would do the same too!!! See I told you we think alike :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; This is a real life incident that happened to my friend's friend. Imagine that gals position :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112534093103620507?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112534093103620507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112534093103620507&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112534093103620507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112534093103620507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/creative-proposal.html' title='A creative proposal'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112517011658863692</id><published>2005-08-27T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:15:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday blast</title><content type='html'>I hope u all had a blast on Kichcha s birthday. I did :). Sema kooththu. Me and my sil insisted we help our mom. My mom s look plainly said "ubaahaaram pannina ok dhaan aanaa neenga ubathravam dhaanae pannuvael" :). But me n my SIL (she s jus 3 years elder to me so about 21 yrs) indha vayasukkae undaana aarva kolaarla elaaththula kaiya vechchuttom. Though our motives were different. She wanted to ice pottufy n impress my mom while i just wanted to "allanjufy" with the maavu :). I let them do the seedai without disturbing them for they have a very sinister reputation of "vedichchifying". But "murukku suththiyae theeruvaen" apdinnu I sat down. Actually speaking it turned out good but I prefer stating it that my SIL cudn do it but I managed to suththify it. Oru 15-20 murukku suththittu perumaya appa-va paaththu kaettaen "epdi paa suththaraen?" Appa replied with a nakkal smile "nee nalla suththuvaannu enakku theriyumae" and added "oora nalla suththuva i know" HMPH!!! Then eve we sat down to kolam pottufy. Again my mom pleaded (this time openly) "Naazhi aaharadhu naan sattu puttu nu pottutu pujaya aarambikkanum". My sil advocated that festivals are for fun so we shouldn be denied a chance to have fun :D. Well since it was a special day she decided to use "kola kuzhai" to do the kolam. Some kudumba kuththuvelakkus were passing by on the road. You-know-who was kaavi ituufying. Those silly gals thought I had done that complex kolam. Truth is I doubt if they have even seen kolam maavu in all their life. You should have seen those gal'sawe-struck face and the admiring look they gave me for my "talents" hehe. But when I thought it over....Kolam poda vendam...epdi podaradhunu therinju vechchukalaam....seri therinjukooda vechchukavenaam amma podum bodhu distance laerndhu look vittu irukkalaam ATLEAST kolam kozhai apdinu oru matter irukkunaavadhu therinju vechchuttuirukkalaam. Fine onnumae theriyadhunaa...adha ipdi poster adichchu "I know nothing about kolams n other such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indian &lt;/span&gt;stuff"  apdinnu neththila otti vechchukka venaam :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112517011658863692?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112517011658863692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112517011658863692&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112517011658863692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112517011658863692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/birthday-blast.html' title='Birthday blast'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112480561258543918</id><published>2005-08-23T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T07:00:12.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manushaalukku Manusha mariyaadhaye illama poiduththae :D</title><content type='html'>You know seriously human mind is screwed up. Thanakku naa oru logic adhe when it comes to others entirely different logic. Yea, am referring to the senior-junior attitude. When my batch-mates were juniors, they used to fret and fume over being ragged. But now, when they have become seniors not even one of them seem to consider the juniors plight. Stuff which seemed ridiculous when the seniors ragged us for it, seems outrageous show of disrespect now. They called out to a gal and she went off without responding and now thats a crime. The same people found seniors calling THEM a crime last year. It is SO sick. Why cant anyone just act sensible? Whoever told that it is necessary to rag to get to know a person? Agreed, at the end of ragging you would befriend the junior...but couldnt u just make friends without being rude at first? Without wasting the juniors time n energy and sabotaging their ego n self-esteem...&lt;br /&gt;    Its not only the ragging thats bothering me here. Its the attitude...the way the mind works.&lt;br /&gt;If some junior is the sister/brother of a senior then he/she  has all the right to be the way they want...&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of that dialogue from "Anniyan",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniyan: Idhae unnoda amma o appa o friend o adipattu kidandhu irundhaa, vandiya niruththi                   iruppiyaa maatiyaa?&lt;br /&gt;Car driver: Nichciyama niruththi iruppaen.&lt;br /&gt;Anniyan: Andha akkara yaen da maththavanga uyir mela illa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this attitude SICK .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112480561258543918?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112480561258543918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112480561258543918&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112480561258543918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112480561258543918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/manushaalukku-manusha-mariyaadhaye.html' title='Manushaalukku Manusha mariyaadhaye illama poiduththae :D'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112480375479066462</id><published>2005-08-23T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T06:29:14.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kannum kannum NOKIA</title><content type='html'>Me got a cell ya :D. Yesterday night 8 o clock ku vaangalaam nu decide panni 9 kulla vaanginadhu :D. I llllllooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeeeeeee my cell. And I lovvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee my parents for getting me one :D. I hope not to over-use it :). But considering that I exceeded my messages limit today morning before 1 I guess I would :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112480375479066462?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112480375479066462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112480375479066462&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112480375479066462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112480375479066462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/kannum-kannum-nokia.html' title='Kannum kannum NOKIA'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112480133489110279</id><published>2005-08-23T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T05:48:54.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter kkum oru alavau undu...peelakkum oru yellai undu.</title><content type='html'>Qn: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: "Cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This from a chennai-ite. This all too much ya :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112480133489110279?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112480133489110279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112480133489110279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112480133489110279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112480133489110279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/peter-kkum-oru-alavau-undupeelakkum.html' title='Peter kkum oru alavau undu...peelakkum oru yellai undu.'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112471609664228582</id><published>2005-08-22T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T06:08:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who pays?-My view</title><content type='html'>OK, idhu wicked angel post a paathu. Adha paththi en views a express pannanum nnu thonichchu. :) Adhu = Guys paying on a date. My sincere belief is in going dutch. But still so far as I ve seen all my friends feel its an insult to them if the gal takes out her purse (or wallet--I guess most of us carry a wallet these days :D). Ippo yaaru pay panninaa enna? I don think any gal ever told a guy "U got to pay everytime we go out". Oru few times offer panni paappom over peter uttuttu "No,no. How can you pay? I was the one who asked you out I should only pay" apdinu sonna kattiko nnu dhaan viduvom :D. Basically I don think many gals would mind paying for the  date on the whole and noone would say no to sharing it.  But anniyayththukku scene utta naanga enna panna? If you want to impress her and if you are under the misconception that a big wallet is the only way to a gals heart We gals simply cant help it.  Impress pannanumaa, peter udanumaa seyyu--but you ll have to "pay" for it. Dhandam azhudhu dhaan aaganum :D. And speaking of dates....guys spend money only on the gal (so far as I know). Maththa padi friends kooda pora outing elaam gals dhaan pay panrom so thats fair enough I guess :D--Romba affect aana party solraen kettkonga :D. But we dont really mind spending money be it on our friends or on our dates. All that we want is fun n a good time. If you believe in chivalry its your problem. Guess gals prefer thoughtful guys more than "generous" guys. You open the door for her, or draw up a chair OR just lend an attentive ear thats MORE than enough. apdi elaam illa apdina-- ur choice is wrong not my mistake :D.&lt;br /&gt;PS  No offense meant and this is just my personal opinion. I maybe wrong (most probably IAM wrong) but hell its still MY opinion :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112471609664228582?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112471609664228582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112471609664228582&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112471609664228582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112471609664228582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-pays-my-view.html' title='Who pays?-My view'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112464705872539801</id><published>2005-08-21T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T10:57:38.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naan nallavala kettvala? ;)</title><content type='html'>I did a bit of work this week yet am not sure if it is enough... I finished 3 experiments in my DPSD record work and thats the only writing work that I got done. It is a different issue that it was the ONLY written work given :).  As far as studying is concerned I ve done a basic reading of 2 chapters in OOPS(I got one topic left--but I gotta learn that fron my bro, so guess it would be some time before I can finish that) and learnt some 1 chapter in emech still got to work out problems in that chapter though, just learnt the basic concepts and methods... I know its not much but its a start isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;PS neenga dhaan sollanum idhu paravallaya parava-illaya nnu.&lt;br /&gt;PS 2 idhu after wednesday naan senja work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112464705872539801?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112464705872539801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112464705872539801&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112464705872539801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112464705872539801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/naan-nallavala-kettvala.html' title='Naan nallavala kettvala? ;)'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112455230800654377</id><published>2005-08-20T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:43:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant...</title><content type='html'>Another rant, thats what this post is going to be. There is a staff in my college who is like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; well known to me and my friends. I respect her almost as much as I do my own parents and even she used to have a liking for us and was especially nice to me, that is in front of my eyes. I later learnt that she was faking it and truly she had a lot of problems with me....I was very heart broken...But then we were still in good terms and at one point of time she helped me a LOT. But I really dont know what happened to her now. Ippo elaam enna paakavae maattaengaraanga, apdiyae paathtaalum oru smile kooda panna maataengaraanga. OK fine she had a problem with me (or rather she has always had a problem with me) so she is being cold to me, I can understand that...But she is just as cold with my friends and I find that so irritating. I mean she can just be polite naa she needn be friendly. Why should she tighten her lips if we even wish her on the corridor? Whatever be the reason she can either ask us about it...or just plain drop it...why glare at us? why act like we are people with some deadly disease? like we are unspeakables (like untouchables;) ). Manasukku romba kashtama irukku. Manushanga maaruvaanga nu kelvi pattu irukkaen but ivalo in ivalo short time...sigh it HURTS. Someone teach me to face such changes :(.&lt;br /&gt;PS I have specifically not mentioned the name or any specific incident...still I am sure some of you might easily understand whom I am referring to I would beg you all to not make on that person or mention the name or any such thing. Because I still have a lot of regard for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112455230800654377?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112455230800654377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112455230800654377&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112455230800654377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112455230800654377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/rant.html' title='Rant...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112445621280829888</id><published>2005-08-19T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T05:56:52.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my brothers....</title><content type='html'>This one is to all my brothers....(yes ALL, I have a lotta rakhi bros :) )&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah brothers can be so wonderful. Each one unique n special in his own way :). But my own brother is the best a gal can EVER have and ever want. He s the heights of cool. Not too possesive not at all dominating. Many brothers under the name of being protective tend to curb their sisters...but my bro jus made me develop a healthy attitude--the best way out of eve-teasing :). I take it as lightly as I can but sometimes it does become difficult. He is my best friend my only philosopher and my role model in many aspects. He has made me the person I am. First standard la enakku ootivittadhu laerndhu ippo enakku programming kaththu tharadhu varaikkum he has always done what I needed in every stage of my life. I can never finish writing about him...but will stop here.&lt;br /&gt;    Nex is my lil(cousin) bro, who is not so lil now. Ippo elaam he is so shy of me and hardly talks to me...but when we were kids...ooohhhh it used to be so nice. He doted on me. He used to ask me for  suggestions in everything  and sometimes even listened to me. My childhood playmate and a very nakkal pudichcha person :D.&lt;br /&gt;    Then there are my rakhi bros...avangala paththi ezhudha aarambichcha inikki elaam ezhudhuvaen naan. But wont trouble you so much. In a line "They make my day" their care ,affection, patience, possesiveness elaamae has touched my heart may a times....I have wondered so many times about the power of threads in Indian culture. Thali and Rakhi. Yes the rakhi is jus as pure and deserces just as much respect :).&lt;br /&gt;                            Happy Raksha Bandhan to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112445621280829888?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112445621280829888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112445621280829888&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112445621280829888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112445621280829888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-my-brothers.html' title='To my brothers....'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112445484333625933</id><published>2005-08-19T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T05:34:03.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know friends can be real cute at times. The "side-effect" of my arrear was pretty much fun to watch My brother has simply told me that I have to report to him every week my "progress" in studies. My close act like it is no different from a 75% and have full faith in me :). But its my not so close yet my friends whose reaction I find cute. They insist that I failed only because of my health. Though I reminded them that no company would accpet that excuse they were adamant that it was not my fault. A few tried consoling me but failed miserably because I wasnt sad :D. They seemed so confident that I was crying inside but laughing outside. Cute but far from the truth. I am burning inside not crying :). There is only a fire inside me not tears. I don care what my % next sem would be I simply wanna give it my best shot and leave the rest with God :). But its so cute to have people tell you that they trust and that you can do it :). All but one person told me this :).  Its a nice feeling to be trusted so much....I should live up to the image I have created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112445484333625933?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112445484333625933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112445484333625933&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112445484333625933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112445484333625933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-friends-can-be-real-cute-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112419684567997208</id><published>2005-08-16T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:54:05.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new experience</title><content type='html'>The most awaited(?) results are finally out and me s got 2 arrear. Thats EDC n EMech. Was pretty depressed at first but then jus cheered myself up. No point crying over this. Shed enough tears on it (that is about for 2-5 mins:D ). So now got to see what has to be done... Re-evaluation my friends say. But the hell I know I don deserve a pass in those subjects. Atleast not in EDC. But suppose everything is worth a shot and Rs. 400 for a paper isnt really much. So gonna do that but then otherwise gonna prepare for 8 subjects this sem :D. Oh well all my subjects this sem are a bore I d welcome an interesting subject like E mech. I neva did that subject justice. Neva had the time to. Was most of the sem in a hospital so was not even sure if I would finish my exams without fainting :D. Actually that is the reason I have taken my arrear so lightly. I was in pretty bad health condition last sem. Otherwise considering I have never failed even once before in all my life I d have been shattered. But not I know I had a very valid reason though that doesnt mean what I did is justified I guess it is forgivable :). My parents have taken it pretty lightly too. They know what I went through and that I tried my best so thats a BIG relief. But I guess even if I dont clear it in re-eval I would atleast learn these subjects well :). So thats it folks....Never thought I would keep an arrear and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; thought I would take it so lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS DONOT mistake I WILL prepare well but I will not rant about it I will not cry over it I would not try changing drastically and take extreme resolves which wouldnt last even a few days :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112419684567997208?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112419684567997208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112419684567997208&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112419684567997208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112419684567997208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-experience.html' title='A new experience'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112413241051970420</id><published>2005-08-15T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:04:02.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enakkul oru Anniyan?</title><content type='html'>I dunno why I get SO hurt by lies. Not if any Tom, Dick n Harry lie to me but if someone close to me lies, it so hurts me. For one, I dont understand why they gotta lie at all!!! I mean I am not their staff or parent or anyone like that. Am jus their friend and arent people supposed to be open n free with their friends? Why don people understand lie destroys trust and may even destroy love? I lost my love to a lie I don wanna lose my friend also to a lie.... I ve NEVER said " I would nt talk to me if u don tell me only what I wanna hear". If someone does that they are called as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalara&lt;/span&gt; and not a friend leave alone a close one. Enakku purila pudikkala. Sometimes I feel enakkulayum oru &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anniyan&lt;/span&gt; uruvaaha idhu oru kaaranam aahalaam nnu :D. Seriously a lie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt; me ROMBA ROMBA. I seriously over- react to even the silliest of lies. I don mean unintensional ones but then a lie told to hide a fact for whatever the reason really upsets me. I feel so hurt that I can almost feel the pain like I can a physical wound. Why dont people understand? If you lie to a person just so that the person doesn severe ties with you then arent u actually faking urself? and isnt that person talking to you under the impression you are whom you appear to be? I am in love with an imaginary character. Thats fun, trust me. But to have an imaginay friend??? I wouldn dare (especially not after I watched the movie-- The Dark Water). I don want anything else from my friends but truth. Is that asking for too much? I can understand that people lie....but I dont think I can accept them lying to me. There should be a motive right? Or is that just motive jus fooling me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I jus hope Anniyan doesn avadharichchufy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112413241051970420?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112413241051970420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112413241051970420&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112413241051970420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112413241051970420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/enakkul-oru-anniyan.html' title='Enakkul oru Anniyan?'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112400418615874768</id><published>2005-08-14T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:23:06.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sututtaen :D</title><content type='html'>This is actually one of my friends poems. Enakku romba pidichchu irundhadhaal with her permission I am putting it up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Lucidity&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I feel empty inside,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I have lost my inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;I am drifting to where or away from what I do not know,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be washed in waves of blissful oblivion.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I seem happy and cheerful to others,&lt;br /&gt;It is me; then why does my soul still seek desperately?&lt;br /&gt;If it could cry, it would be a river,&lt;br /&gt;But it would dry up soon, it is not it's nature to be otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I want to hear words of love,&lt;br /&gt;Be held in secure arms,&lt;br /&gt;Be embraced against solid warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Lie in comfort's bosom.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;At times, I want to turn up the music loud,&lt;br /&gt;And tune out all the unwanted voices,&lt;br /&gt;At times, dance with wild abandon,&lt;br /&gt;And pretend I don't have a care in the world.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Rebellion tries to break free,&lt;br /&gt;Nature inherent fights it.&lt;br /&gt;Anger wants to rule,&lt;br /&gt;Compassion overcomes.&lt;br /&gt;Wildness climbs the pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;Softness brings it below.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Is it wrong to want something you shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to take for granted the best things in life?&lt;br /&gt;Why have I forbidden myself to feel as others do?&lt;/div&gt;  I will break free,&lt;br /&gt;I will cry,&lt;br /&gt;I will dance,&lt;br /&gt;I will ask,&lt;br /&gt;I will pray,&lt;br /&gt;I will recover all,&lt;br /&gt;I will overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope you guys liked it too...lemme know if u did(to be read as comment :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112400418615874768?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112400418615874768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112400418615874768&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112400418615874768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112400418615874768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/sututtaen-d.html' title='sututtaen :D'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112400379203074015</id><published>2005-08-13T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:16:32.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am sad</title><content type='html'>One of my friends left to his college(Pune) and well you-know-who is deeply upset. For about the past one month I had a great time with him. Me and all my school friends used to meet almost everyday in his house and well, it was jus nice. But everytime a friend of mine leaves home to their college I have a deep sense of loss. Especially when they say "I ll miss you guys..but all the same I enjoy being there". I dont know am this kinda over over-emotional person though am trying my best to change...sometime I find it too difficult to understand people. How do people choose ambitions over their families? And at an age when they arent even sure of what they want from life, what they want to do in life.... Leaving home to do Masters and/ or a job is different i feel. Atleast then they would be sure of what they want and their people would be prepared to bid farewell. Sometimes people confuse me....what is more important....happiness right? So is it a happy thing to be away from one s family? Enakku purilayae. Please I dont mean to hurt anyone... Am jus venting away my sorrow. Why dont they understand it hurts like hell? Not the first time when they leave...we manage to convince ourselves its all for the better...but as time goes by...the second or third visit can be haunting... Atleast short visits are fine...ok I don think am making sense...so guess I ll jus shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112400379203074015?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112400379203074015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112400379203074015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112400379203074015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112400379203074015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/am-sad.html' title='Am sad'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112391702120206408</id><published>2005-08-12T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:10:21.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>Andha naal nyabgam.....Hmmm flashback dhaan. Onnum serious matter ellaam illa oru damasu dhaan.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appo enakku ettu vayasu naan monnaan class padichchittu irundhaen &lt;/span&gt;apdinnu solla mudiyaadhu, yaen-naa, appo enakku paththu vayasu naan aaraam class padichchuttu irundhaen. Enakku appavum aarva kolaaru jaasthi. I used to ask a LOT of doubts many of which I would ask without thinking twice or even once :D. Idhanaal I have been asingapaduththified hell a lotta times. &lt;br /&gt;    So anyways my maam was teaching about "Osmosis" that day. I do hope you people remember what osmosis is...Incase u dont, its something like you have a living tissue(sheep s bladder was the eg she gave) inbetween a concentrated solution and a dilute solution and the solutions try to exchange stuff so that their concentrations become more or less the same (er ok maybe I am wrong but this is what I remember).&lt;br /&gt;    As always I was asking 101 questions most of which were meaningless. I was asking maam stuff like&lt;br /&gt;Me:What will happen if the concentrated soln is replaced by water?&lt;br /&gt;Maam: The dilute solution now becomes the concentrated solution (adhaavadhu comparitively thats concentrated)&lt;br /&gt;Me: If dilute soln is replaced by water?&lt;br /&gt;Maam: Doesn make a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can sheep s bladder be replaced by other living tissues?&lt;br /&gt;Maam: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if the living tissue is removed?&lt;br /&gt;Maam(with a nakkal smile): Both the solutions would mix. Now will u shut up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: hehehe! (asadu vazhinjaen :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ferrari mean illa sheeps bladder paththi indha post :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112391702120206408?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112391702120206408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112391702120206408&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112391702120206408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112391702120206408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112385109703750424</id><published>2005-08-12T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T05:56:43.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I were a PEEPA :D</title><content type='html'>I envy fat people, the whole lot of them. No, am not kidding. They are the blessed ones, lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;Naanum try pannaadha matter illa ummm maybe except eating well :D, don know why enakkum food-kkum always lotta distance. But I ve always wanted to be fat and chubby. Though anyone who has seen me would accept I am far from even being rated as a "normal" gal . I ve tried eating all the fats I can. I don do any work. I am as lazy as anyone can ever be. I ve stopped my dance lessons twice. Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;dint help. I mean, everyone else who discontinued dance (known to me) bloated up. Why not me? Worse they dint like being fat!!! How can anyone not like being fat? What wouldnt I do to be called plump? (except eat :D). Here I am trying to put on weight and one of my friends does ridiculous things in the name of diet to lose weight. I wanna be fat. I couldnt even donate blood coz of that. psst psst I weigh about 45 kgs.(DONT laugh) Blood donation camp pakkam ponappa " You are expected to donate blood here. Unakku donate pannuvaanga nnu nenachayaa" nnu sollitaanga. cheee what an insult! :p. And thats enough STOP LAUGHING. One of these days I ll become fat. approm ippo sirikkaravangala gavanichchukkaraen :D.&lt;br /&gt;PS Ferrari elaam unga comment dhaan ennoda indha polambalukku kaaranam :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112385109703750424?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112385109703750424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112385109703750424&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112385109703750424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112385109703750424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/wish-i-were-peepa-d.html' title='Wish I were a PEEPA :D'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112368750712084807</id><published>2005-08-10T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T08:25:07.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAAAWWWNNNNNN</title><content type='html'>I don believe it I slept for about 20 hrs from yesterday evening to today evening and I am STILL tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112368750712084807?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112368750712084807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112368750712084807&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112368750712084807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112368750712084807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/yaaawwwnnnnnn.html' title='YAAAWWWNNNNNN'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112365352811206553</id><published>2005-08-09T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:26:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Mr. Romeo from Rayapuram.</title><content type='html'>I dont believe I ve not even mentioned Mr.Romeo in my blog, er I mean my class Romeo. Avan nadandhal kevalamaa irukkum, sirichal bayama irukkum but if he gives his romatic look--ROTFL.&lt;br /&gt;More about him:-&lt;br /&gt;He is a pain in the place which we use for sitting (not the chair silly!). He thinks he s absolutely hot, which he is not. He is a big time loser, total jerk, passes obscene comments, truly believes he s a hero of the class but tries to appear innocent n goody-goody in front of the class (and fails miserably). Everyone knows what a pervy filthy hopeless thing he is :).&lt;br /&gt;So neways, last Friday a new staff came to our class. Well , she was kinda good looking and obviously all the guys were very attentive and trying to earn brownie points :). We had a sandwhich hour (two continuous hours. ipdi sonna edho big matter madhiri irukkula? :) ). She excused herself and left the class after sometime, instructing us not to go outside and that she ll be back ASAP. Obviously, as soon as she left the class everyone of us went outside. Most of us just stood outside the class. So when we saw ma'am heading towards our class we all rushed in before she could see us standing outside. Now Romeo cant do that can he? His 'image' was at stake.&lt;br /&gt;    So he took another route and went somewhere along with one of his friends. Ma'am found it extremely funny that he took the other route andwondered if he thought that she would not see him leave. Being a good boy that he is Romeo wouldnt bunk the class and came back in some ten minutes. Maam was totally amused. Lets say Romeo s friends name is X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maam (to X): Where were u?&lt;br /&gt;X: Face wash kku pohi irundhom maam.&lt;br /&gt;Maam(to mark attendance): Roll no enna?&lt;br /&gt;X: ***&lt;br /&gt;(Romeo was talking to someother guy. Heard only the first question.)&lt;br /&gt;Maam(to Romeo): What is your rollno?&lt;br /&gt;Romeo(Trying  to look innocent) : Face wash maam.&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the class: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(He was under the impression that she was noting his roll no because he had caused some trouble.)&lt;br /&gt;Maam: Illa Mr. Rayapuram. I asked for your roll no.&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Nejama Face wash dhaan maam.&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the class: ROTFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112365352811206553?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112365352811206553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112365352811206553&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112365352811206553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112365352811206553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/meet-mr-romeo-from-rayapuram.html' title='Meet Mr. Romeo from Rayapuram.'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112360626209024451</id><published>2005-08-09T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:51:02.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick :(</title><content type='html'>I think colds gotta be banned. I cant believe a silly cold does so much lollu. Oru chinna yeali oru veetayae naasthi panra maadhiri. Already en health is non existent idhulla this verayaa total out naan. I wish there was a cold-free zone. I ve always hated it and it has always loved me. GGGRRRRR oru manushiya konja naal nimmadhiyaa irukka vidamaateengalae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112360626209024451?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112360626209024451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112360626209024451&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112360626209024451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112360626209024451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick.html' title='Sick :('/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112351040124982954</id><published>2005-08-08T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:15:50.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>There are somthings which make life worth living. :) Jus a few things that I think make life worth all the trouble. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A little gal who completely believes her dad can solve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; problem.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A butterfly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A flower freshly bloomed&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;An endless road&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mann vasanai&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The contended smile on a sleeping person s face&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pokka vaai s &lt;/span&gt;kiss&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The aroma of mom s cooking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Softly caressing wind&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The silver lining of a dark cloud&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The dawn&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A child s trust&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A mother s love&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; And ofcourse nature s best creation yet-- ME. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112351040124982954?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112351040124982954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112351040124982954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112351040124982954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112351040124982954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112339322025004741</id><published>2005-08-06T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:48:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream come true....</title><content type='html'>Oh God! I just have to post about yesterday. After all I dont remember the last time I was so happy. And the best part is I dint booze, kiss or just break &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; rule. Because breaking rules is what usually gives me the kick :D. Me and six other gals went to the movie "Dark Water" and then to a pizza outlet where another one gal joined us. As soon as she walked in we all sang "Happy bde to you".Was so much fun. You ask whats fun in singing happy bde? Well it wasnt her bde at all :D. And generally being ourselves not bothering ourself with anyone else not bothering anyone(er mebbe we did disturb others a lil. jus a lil u know:D).Usually people never let gals have their own time. Especially guys *rolls eyes* Well yesterday everyone just let us have our own sweet time :). Psst psst could be because we could anyways not have heard them over the noise we were making. Never been so wacky never done things so cranky never just forgotten every other minute but the one I was living. And in the evening me and one friend of mine just met up with a couple of my college mates. Had good fun with them too. And the day ended with some shopping for accessories. Man I feel I ve gone nuts about ear rings. So crazy about them that I even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreamt &lt;/span&gt;about some ear-rings :D. On the whole I had MAJOR fun yesterday. I just wish such days happen more often and happen to me :D. I feel like I am reborn. Like I just lost all my worries all my inhibitions. Feel so nice and so much of pure unadulterated joy :). I feel like I just lived a dream and I dont want it to end :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112339322025004741?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112339322025004741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112339322025004741&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112339322025004741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112339322025004741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/dream-come-true.html' title='A dream come true....'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112338862343350213</id><published>2005-08-06T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:23:43.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Day</title><content type='html'>Wishing You All A Very Very Merry Friendship Day.&lt;br /&gt;    Thanks a bunch people without you all I would nt be the person that I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112338862343350213?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112338862343350213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112338862343350213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112338862343350213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112338862343350213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='Happy Friendship Day'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112325789582673677</id><published>2005-08-05T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:04:55.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly people!</title><content type='html'>Why cant they just be more self sufficient? Why cant they just be more independent? No I am not against the ones who are held back by rules imposed at home.I am speaking about gals in love. Yes, you heard it right for once Iam gonna hold a banner against GALS.&lt;br /&gt;    I am not speaking of the docile obidient gals in love I mean the most independent and ruthless of gals who LITERALLY bow down to their bfs. What do they see in "their"guy  to do this I never get. Appa amma "Dont talk to this guy(As in some guy not their bf). Avan mosamaanavan nu kelvipattaen" nu sonna kekka maataanga. Adhe bf "Dont speak to this guy" apdinni solli mudikkaradhukulla they ll severe ties with that offending person* rolls eyes*.  If their parents say "Irutaradhukku munnaala veetukku vaa" They are being old-fashioned or "I know my limits". But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;guy says then thats vedha vaakku. She would insist on wearing short skirts and disregard her dad s objections("I Don like being told what to do and what not to do") while the guy just has to frown to get her to stop wearing skirts altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cant a gal in love be independent as well? Cant she go out with her parents for shopping? Watch movies with her bro or sis? Hang out with her friends (for a change)? For heavens sake stop acting like they are glued together (especially inside college)? Its like&lt;br /&gt; "where is x?"&lt;br /&gt; "Look for Mrs X(Yeah thats how they like to be called) and within a foot distance you would find Mr.X".&lt;br /&gt;    It seriously looks funny. I have a feeling the guy is afraid that the gal may run away and so he holds her hands so tight ALWAYS(vice versa). I cant think of anyother reason. If u do lemme know. I dont see what the fun is....Appa amma pannina "restriction" Andha maanga madayan pannina "True love" a??? Do you gals think even for a second that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; loves u more than ur parents love u? Ennavo pannunga ekadaen kettu ozhinga. I am gonna go and drink some water. I ve been laughing so much thinking about these silly people that my tummy hurts :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112325789582673677?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112325789582673677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112325789582673677&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112325789582673677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112325789582673677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/silly-people.html' title='Silly people!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112299701333115309</id><published>2005-08-02T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:17:18.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very angry post</title><content type='html'>Well, I am pissed off (yes, AGAIN) and well its these horrible hopeless irritating pests on the road that fall under the category of men that pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Iam referring to only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; men. By no means I declare that all men are like this but since it would sound ridiculous if I refer to them as horrible hopeless irritating pests everytime I use the word men. So I hope not to have someone point out that "All men are not like that" Because I know that perfectly well that all men are not like that.&lt;br /&gt; Let me explain what I mean by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that. &lt;/span&gt;I am perfectly fine with men who sight (lets face it even gals do). I am even okayes with people er focussing well u get it right? Because well boys will be boys (and gals will be gals, I know)... But what I cant stand is men who ummmm try to touch, ACTUALLY touch, give flying kisses, pass obscene comments ( I like comments only if its on my blogs but not THESE comments, NOWAYS), make rude gestures with their hands or maybe grotesque faces, and what do such people get by lolling their tongue? If only I could I would kick these men where it would hurt the most. Castration seems like a soft option but still better than nothing I guess.... And no I would never ask these perverts "akka thangai kooda porakkala nee" They would probably reply "Irukkaanga. You are right, they got better figures". Wish these men would disappear. Stupid, good-for-nothing backbone less prats.&lt;br /&gt;PS I am not angry at these people no anger is just not even close to what I am feeling...Its just tooo soft a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112299701333115309?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112299701333115309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112299701333115309&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112299701333115309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112299701333115309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/very-angry-post.html' title='A very angry post'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112290750885888438</id><published>2005-08-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T07:45:08.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I turned 18...</title><content type='html'>Man I guess its worth becoming 18 years jus to have fun on the D-Day or rather the B-day ;). Anyways my day started really late and thats how I like it to be. Me my bro and my SIL had been out shopping the day-before night and came back jus before mid night and so well mw getting up the next day morn is in itself an achievement :D. And I lazed around for QUITE sometime after which I was shooed away to get ready to go to a film. We went to Mayajaal undecided about which movie we wanted to see. The one I really wanted to see was 'Ullam Ketkumae' and it was a 12 o clock show. Since I was ready as early as 1 30 itself it was not possible to go in for that movie :D. After a lotta hot discussion we decided (or rather my bro declared) that we watch 'DHAAS'. A must watch c&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comedy&lt;/span&gt; movie I say :D. (More details on that later). So I laughed my heads off during most of the senti moments...me and my bro were shocked to see my SIL crying and teased her psst psst we later learnt that she cried coz of a TERRIBLE head ache caused by the movie lol. Evening met up with a few of my friends and though I cant say I had much fun with them, I was happy that I even got to meet most of them. Night my people made my fav dish and I ate LOADS hehehe***. approm Night ore guilty feelings...so... sat down to write my record but I was totally  exhausted so ended up sleeping :D. Anyways woke up early in the morn and made up for it and oh yeah morn chatted with a very sweet person too. So I must say I couldn have asked for nething more :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was born at 10 59 in the night and my SIL and bro thought that they could surprise me with a cake at precisely that moment...My bro told my dad and mom about it AND that it was going to be a surprise...Guess my dad dint hear him out fully. He just rushed into the room in which I was and was like "Enna cake venum...big or small" my bro got agitated and was like "AIYOOO appa cake was supposed to be a surprise paa" psst psst I hadnt even heard my dad clearly so effectively it was my bro who broke the secret. Me was ROTFL. But neways I enjoyed the food. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112290750885888438?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112290750885888438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112290750885888438&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112290750885888438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112290750885888438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-i-turned-18.html' title='The day I turned 18...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112275243551651155</id><published>2005-07-30T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T12:40:35.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18...but WHY?</title><content type='html'>I dont want to grow up. :(. So jus stop wishing me "Happy Birthday". All my previous birthdays were fine...but this time I become 18 =&gt; am an ADULT. Ok I accept I am no kid I was no kid even yesterday...but I was an ADOLESCENT now am an ADULT ...and I dont want to be one &gt;:P. Come on where did those 18 years go? Am so having mixed feelings. Guess the best thing to do is go to sleep :D. bye people and lemme repeat am neither a kid nor an adult an adolescent thats what Iam (and will be)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112275243551651155?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112275243551651155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112275243551651155&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112275243551651155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112275243551651155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/07/18but-why.html' title='18...but WHY?'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112248258409142760</id><published>2005-07-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:43:04.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassed!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh GOD!!! I am never ever gonna forget what I did today. OH SHIT!!! It was so so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;embarrassing. I mean I am always the kind who is beyond embarrassment and its really good that Iam because Iam a total ABSOLUTE klutz. But today I felt so embarrassed that for the first time in my life I wished the ground would swallow me. I have not been this embarrassed even when the staff tell me off in front of the whole class (it happens all the time...I cant be embarrassed through out the day, can I?). Its not even like I ve never done anything so stupid before I ve done much more far worse stupid things but just that this thing was terribly embarrassing. Wait a minute...I have not told what I did still!!! Well this is what happened (And I would prefer it if you dont laugh at the end of it):&lt;br /&gt;I went to my college s campus store along with a friend of mine. There is usually atleast a coupla known people out there... Today eve it was REALLY crowded...Now I saw my friend D (obviously a guy) filling out a form there. He is one of my favorite to bug. Just so polite and sweet and just the type anyone would want to bug :D. So, anyways, I assumed that he had not seen me because he was filling out the form so I went up to him and asked (in a sing song voice...more embarrassing) "Writing-a....." He gave a grunt. I wondered why he was making such noises when he knew to talk perfectly well. Now that kinda reply was not satisfying so I asked him (without taking my eyes off the form) "What writings?". He gave a tch. Now I got annoyed what the hell was he on a mouna viradham or something... I looked up at him and was about to ask "Whats wrong with you?" when I clearly understood what was wrong. It was not my friend D at all!!!! God was I embarrassed....I told a hurried sorry and that I thought he was one of my friends and rushed away from that place as fast as my legs would carry me. It would have been ok if that guy had told me off or laughed it off...He did neither he just looked at me with a weird expression on his face and that just added fuel to the fire. Damn I hope such a thing NEVER EVER EVER happens to me again...And STOP LAUGHING I DONT SEE WHAT IS FUNNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112248258409142760?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112248258409142760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112248258409142760&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112248258409142760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112248258409142760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/07/embarrassed.html' title='Embarrassed!!!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112197177715876063</id><published>2005-07-21T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:49:37.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kadalai rocks</title><content type='html'>Aaahhh.... Kadalai REALLY rocks man. No silly am not referring to the kadalai sold on the roads. This kadalai varuththufied by ilam valibans and valibis especially in colleges :). Oru matter-ume illama... chumma vetti kadhai with a silly smile on the face , a lil dazed look on the face (like those in love have)sans the commitment that Love demands, that is kadalai....Try upgrading kadali this way&lt;br /&gt;--put kadalai with one guy in person and with another through SMS...Thats just pure joy :D.&lt;br /&gt;-- n no of chat conversations&lt;br /&gt;--put kadalai with a guy when his gf is watching (this one is REAL fun)&lt;br /&gt;--as an alternative you cud try the same when his mom or sis is looking.&lt;br /&gt;--insist that u HAVE to talk NOW and make him late to lab class (u ll laugh about the look on his face hours later) works only if he s atleast a wee bit sincere.&lt;br /&gt;--say out aloud phrases like "U actually did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; IN CLASS?" when his favourite staff (or a strict one) passes by.&lt;br /&gt;--ocoz put kadalai when ur bf is watching with smoke coming out of his ears. (insist that you were just using the chance to sight him from a distance :) )&lt;br /&gt;--if u feel that the guy is shy help him overcome his shyness :)&lt;br /&gt;    oh yeah try them only when you are in a lil adventerous or funny mood and dont come to hit me if you break up with your bf or your kadalai with his gf :).&lt;br /&gt;PS   Ferrari enna edho kozhandhai apdinnu sonnenga la? Still stick by ur words? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112197177715876063?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112197177715876063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112197177715876063&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112197177715876063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112197177715876063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/07/kadalai-rocks.html' title='Kadalai rocks'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112187790728399497</id><published>2005-07-20T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T09:45:07.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easiest way to piss me off...</title><content type='html'>If you ask me the most irritating statement is "We can still be friends" Obviously told by a person after breaking up. I just dont understand what the fun is...Variations of this statement and my suggested responses I list below&lt;br /&gt; "I still want you as my friend"-- No, thanks. I have better friends and my idea of friendship is um a little different.&lt;br /&gt; "I still value our friendship" --That is very nice. I wont stop you but I dont value you.&lt;br /&gt;"I still want you in my life"--Its bad enough you WERE in my life&lt;br /&gt; "Though I no longer love you that way I do love you"--Consult a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;"You mean a lot to me though not like old times"--Indha mean karuvaadu elaam inga venaam...&lt;br /&gt;"I like you but dont love you anymore"-- Thats fine but I really couldnt care less.&lt;br /&gt;"I still want to stay in touch with you"--Keep wanting.&lt;br /&gt;"It just happened"-- Nope small correction. You DID it.&lt;br /&gt;"It was just a passing cloud"-- *Dont even bother answering this one.&lt;br /&gt;...I HATE such statements...Cant bear them...Piss the hell out of me. The nerve of these people...They not only dump a person but also DARE saying such dialogues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally I read this in a blog recently, a dialogue from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The other one is where Mike and Phoebe meet after breaking up. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike: If I had known that the last time I kissed you was going to  be the last time I was going to kiss you at all, I would have never  stopped...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what I would say "If I had known the last time I kissed you was going to be the last time I was going to kiss you at all, I WOULD NEVER HAVE KISSED U!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if its just me that feels this way...But have a feeling people are pretty fuzzy about their concept of love and more confused about "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if Iam the only one who feels this way. (to be read as please comment :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112187790728399497?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112187790728399497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112187790728399497&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112187790728399497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112187790728399497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/07/easiest-way-to-piss-me-off.html' title='Easiest way to piss me off...'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112100274794874783</id><published>2005-07-10T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:07:57.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice...GGGRRRRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>Oh well this is gonna be one angry post and please if any of u find that it hurts ur views or ideas or sentiments am sorry but then this is something i feel and wanna blog about and so am doing it not bcoz i wanna hurt someone. If I had the right to abolish one thing from the Earth it would be advice i guess (dont mstk me this is a VERY long list and priorities keep changing :D).&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean to be offensive or anything...but sometimes when it is nothing NOTHING related to a person why should they STILL advice? Iam not against advices or anything...but then when a person advices in matters they dont understand or that they donot know full about, what does one do? And the next thing that gets on my nerves is "I understand how u feel. I EXACTLY understand"I feel like answering with a "Like hell, u do". No dont mistake me its not that I dont want to be advised or corrected. But then I WANT THE PERSON TO MEAN WHAT THEY SAY. If I wanted bull shit I would ask for it thanks. Even worse, say person A advises person B and B says "You are right.I ve seen the error and I will make a genuine attempt to correct myself", and if A STILL goes on with the advice what does A do?&lt;br /&gt;I repeat Iam NOT against advices or people who advice...but Iam against people who advice for advice  sake or cause they dont have any better thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;OMG I dont believe this is happening to me...second round of advice in the same day. That too at the end of the day. BOOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112100274794874783?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112100274794874783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112100274794874783&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112100274794874783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112100274794874783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/07/advicegggrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Advice...GGGRRRRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112036741625255197</id><published>2005-07-02T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:10:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurrlllzzz illa GUYYZZZZZZZZZZ</title><content type='html'>You know some of these things that we girls do that makes the guys  mutter "gurrlllzzzz" and roll their eyeballs( like trying to give Bharatanatyam dancers tough competition). You know that  stuff? That is what this blog is gonna be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Our giggling....I would like to know how  it affects /irks others(to be read as guys esp above 40 yrs)? Dont we gals put up with your ridiculously loud laughter sometimes punctuated by obscenities, with no more reaction than the mere raise of an eyebrow?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Next the duppatta...naanga poduvom, poda maattom ...thalaya suththi poduvom, thalai paagaya poduvom y u bother? Do we EVER bother with your dressing? Some of those anti-fits, those tees with funny(?) stuff written on them. Adhellam compare pannum bodhu this is evalavo better. Why should u deprive us a gal the comfort of wearing a dress the way she is comfortable? Dont temme "We are not stopping them" and put word in my mouths... Iam not saying gals dont wear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; t-shirts but its more likely to praise women than degrade men or relationships with men. &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Then our cosmetics...Kashttapattu illaadha azhaga uruvaakkavum venum adhukku spend um panna kooadaathunaa...what sorta crappy logic is this?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Approm this concept of talking over the phone for long hours....Sorry to ask so bluntly but unga appa veettu soththa pazhaa pohudhu?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh how could I forget it...The fact that we cry a lot...instead of being an insensitive prat like how most u guys are its so much better to be an errr waterhose(for lack of better word). What do you expect?U r going back to your hostel...ur amma and akka throw a "Happy HAPPY days again"party and start distributing chocolates to the neighbourhood children?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Also, another complaint is gals fuss over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;guys a lot.Would u rather that u tell ur gf "yesterday I met with an accident.Its not too bad.Fractured my right hand, though."(Yea u gotta act "brave" naa 'not serious jus split my head into 2' kinda peela happens casually bcoz of that) and she replies gleefully "Jolly good. Neways doesnt matter. Shall we go out today evening? I understand u cant drive, so, we ll take a rick. I ll expect u in our usual meeting place at five sharp."&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If a gal comes late  hundered and one reasons gotta be submitted. And considering the number of questions a gal gotta tackle before she can come out...it is quite understandable. If a guy comes late (which he always does) the  reason is "late aahiduchchu" adhu dhaan theriyumae YEN nnu thaane kelviyae...&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; And so many more...I jus remem only this much...So I ll have a part II later may be ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112036741625255197?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112036741625255197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112036741625255197&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112036741625255197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112036741625255197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/07/gurrlllzzz-illa-guyyzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Gurrlllzzz illa GUYYZZZZZZZZZZ'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112034131063136725</id><published>2005-07-02T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:55:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>M got a doubt(as always)...&lt;br /&gt;U know people go in for a lot of cut shorts in these chats n stuff u know...Some of them well most of them make sense atleast to the extent that the no of letters are reduced....But then I got a few doubts...&lt;br /&gt;How is it simpler to type...kwel rather than cool?&lt;br /&gt;ma instead of me?&lt;br /&gt;gotta in the place of got to&lt;br /&gt;huh? Instead of ??? (they both convey the same meaning..)&lt;br /&gt;and many more....Just not able to think it up now...may be  update it later(or should I say l8r?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS do some people REALLY not know the difference between ur and u r ? Their and there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112034131063136725?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112034131063136725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112034131063136725&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112034131063136725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112034131063136725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13053931.post-112029982879386484</id><published>2005-07-02T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:23:48.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my aarva kolaar. hmph!</title><content type='html'>Ami Jinxed? Or is it my tongue that is jinxed? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enakku idhellam thevayaa? ena aarva kolaarukku oru ellayae illayaa?&lt;/span&gt; En senior blog nnu therinjum anga ponadhu mudhal thappu...Anga ponomaa padichoma nnu illama comment panninadhu aduththa thappu...ok some postive comments givittu i shudda stopped...starting to comment on others comments BIG mishtak...adhuvum illaama indha comment box pakkam ponadha ennanu solla....there goings oda stoppings na paravaala...WHY SHD I HAVE GIVEN MY BLOG URL??? kuduththaen la? he got to know my identity la? that oda me shudda shut up...but when have I EVER shut up? avara vaarinaen paravaalla...nalla therinjavaru free ya vittutaaru....fun2fun telling me kadalais with him enbadhaal naan pongi ezhundhu irukkanumaa? jus for jolly edhiththu kittu irundhaal me no probs...now all probs...naakula sani irundhaa paravaalla naakae saniyaa irundhaa? ennavo ponga kadaisila ivalo naala avala wait pannittu irundhu college day va ippo dread panraen all my time head writing (thalai ezhuththu baa) cant help but think...how do i get myself in2 such things????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13053931-112029982879386484?l=spacedee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/feeds/112029982879386484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13053931&amp;postID=112029982879386484&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112029982879386484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13053931/posts/default/112029982879386484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacedee.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-my-aarva-kolaar-hmph.html' title='Me and my aarva kolaar. hmph!'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
