<?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-8002766566704546155</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:08:28.722-07:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='answers'/><category term='fantasies'/><category term='plans'/><category term='Karna'/><category term='irony'/><category term='funny'/><category term='beach'/><category term='treats'/><category term='musing'/><category term='ongoing'/><category term='climate'/><category term='forgetting'/><category term='maself'/><category term='earlymorning'/><category term='travel'/><category term='hates'/><category term='fav movies'/><category term='failures'/><category term='issues'/><category term='soul'/><category term='enthusiasm'/><category term='forever'/><category term='temple'/><category term='parts'/><category term='friend'/><category term='past'/><category term='changes'/><category term='college life'/><category term='poems'/><category term='moodswings'/><category term='restaurants'/><category term='future'/><category term='frenz'/><category term='firsts'/><category term='fav songs'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='studies'/><category term='success'/><category term='college'/><category term='dream'/><category term='principles'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='school'/><category term='Cherished friends'/><category term='fav books'/><category term='frustrating'/><category term='life'/><category term='time'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='intros'/><category term='Improvements'/><category term='pathetic'/><category term='nevertotbefore'/><category term='Frustrated'/><category term='nuisance'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='love'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Sweet Randomness In Life</title><subtitle type='html'>-Life as such is beautiful,but it is the randomness that spices it up and makes it even more interesting,thrilling and an awesome adventure....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-2646725956391758383</id><published>2011-02-27T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:04:17.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moodswings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Into the Looking Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;		&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;“We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;							&lt;/span&gt;time to enjoy where we are.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;							&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Calvin and Hobbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The above line perfectly describes most of our lives,including yours(yes you!). You think, think and keep on thinking about your future. How it's going to be, how will you survive, what will others think of you if you don't achieve in your future. And then you start rethinking about all that you did so far, thinking how else you could have changed. Hence, making a long list of alternate scenarios. And you know what happens? Your present just flies away and before you know it, you come to a stage where thinking about future becomes your major self, you just cannot stop thinking. And then when your life comes to an end, you try rewinding your memories(Which would be difficult for you now, because part of you will still be thinking of all the things that you didn't "achieve"), all you see is running around in frenzy. Just to keep up with the crowd; make others feel happy; get all the comfort that you were programmed to get, so that you would feel "luxurious".  And then life just stops, you are no more. And so are your wishes, the small things you yearned for, those number of times when you just felt happy during those simple moments, the love that you had(that you thought made you go ahead in life). All of this in that moment when your heart stops beating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now I know that there is nothing after that point, its just blackness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nope there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;no heaven, no angels on clouds singing for you or an old man sitting on a thrown waiting to "judge" you for what you have done in your miserable life or burning fire where you ll be punished for all those irritatingly bad things that you did once.  Its just nothing! So you don't get an everlasting place in your "God's" home. All you had was that one life, which you exhausted by living for others in a selfish-getting-content-way and that is finished with too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But what if, what if you get just one more shot at it? No, its not some wish or boon. You just realize about how pathetic your life is before its too late. Making sure that you would redo everything in a different way. What if you take an oath that you will live for what you like, and make sure that others who look out for you understands that. What if you live every moment of your life for the present and not just worrying about the future in this constant *what am I going to do* way. What if you just stop thinking or worrying too much, it just makes you go down and depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You could live your life in a really amazing way, you can always plan and do stuff but not too much. You can have fun, and make the most of your life. What is the point in getting all the material needs in your life/ get the dream career/get more money/ have many people you love, when all you do is worry about your life. Do anything one step at a time, take baby steps thats how everyone of us started out, and thats the best way. Just make sure there is no "What if?" in your life :) Make this as your second chance take a moment and see how your life is heading, is this how you want it to go? would you tell from your heart that you are truly content with your life?(yes I know I am asking you to think, but if you do it this time you would never have to do it again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Think, but in a healthy way. Do not overwhelm yourself. Life is simple, when you make it simple. You cannot always say "all is well that ends well" Some times it has to be well all the way, because sometimes you just don't survive to see how it ends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-2646725956391758383?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2646725956391758383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=2646725956391758383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2646725956391758383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2646725956391758383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2011/02/into-looking-glass.html' title='Into the Looking Glass'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-7142652653446856971</id><published>2010-10-05T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:40:19.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuisance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>A Woman and her Manipulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This has been on my mind for at least a couple of years now. About how women (not all, mind you... But most of them) manipulate men as if they are stupid enough not to understand that they are getting manipulated. But you know what, men are stupid in that way, they tend to get easily manipulated by the cajoling words of a woman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;If given a proper chance, women would by far make the best politicians this world has ever seen. But then, the other governments in that case will also be primarily made of women. And there is no way one female can manipulate another. Except maybe if there had been a cosmic mistake and the other one was born innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;I am not insulting the female species, I am just explaining probably even appreciating the one thing that they have in their favor, which they take proper advantage of. What I don't understand and even hate most of the times is, the level of foolishness and stupidity that guys have when it comes to girls. They think they are being benevolent, gentle man, sweet (.. you get the thread!!) and fall in to the never ending whirl of a lady's deceit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I could go ahead and say whatever a woman does from her waxing, threading, mascara, eye liner, eye shadow and her way of dressing to improve her appearance are all forms of manipulations. But being a woman myself I would say, that they are just the wish of the person to make themselves more presentable and pretty. That is OK for me. But what is not fine is the way she would manipulate the poor guy in to doing things her way, and she does this amazing trickery in a way that the guy would actually think that it’s out of his own wish that he is doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now there is a part of me that feels pity for these guys ("who by the way are in a majority in this world") and there is other part of me that makes me feel hatred towards the guy. Yes towards the guy and not the girl. Why? First off, I don't even care about the girl (you know how they say "ignorance is a bliss") and the next thing is whenever I see this happening, my mind goes "Uggghhh Have some common sense you idiot, couldn't you see that its a fake?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Probably by far the worst kind of a manipulation that woman can indulge in is, making the guy feel as if she has interest in him, and in this process make him go crazy about her!! And this is where I truly feel that the guy deserves it!!! Where did the sense of judgement go? seriously irritating isn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:9.0pt;margin-left:0in; mso-line-height-alt:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then there is this last kind of manipulation that almost everyone does. They show themselves differently and try gaining the affection of the other person. I don't want to go there, because 1. Its a big topic 2. I am already tired about describing this complicated thing that most of them think doesn't exist at least not in a large scale. But here is the truth people. It does exist and it is large scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; color:#CC66CC"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"They will lie and scheme to make the man believe that he wants them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#CC66CC"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#CC66CC"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why would a woman go through all that trouble? Is it that she thinks highly of herself? Or is that she doesn't think enough of herself? I believe it's the latter. She doesn't think that a simple presentation of herself is enough to attract a man and hold his attention."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S. Wow thats a taboo topic huh!! Sigh... what a relief!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-7142652653446856971?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7142652653446856971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=7142652653446856971&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7142652653446856971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7142652653446856971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2010/10/woman-and-her-manipulations_05.html' title='A Woman and her Manipulations'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-4587206012797618966</id><published>2010-08-10T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:34:24.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say?</title><content type='html'>I just bumped into my blog today, yes "bumped". Anyone who visits my blog for the first time would take a look at it and think "here is a girl, who keeps saying she will write more on this, more on that blah blah. And never keeps her promises".  That thought is true and genuine, because thats what I thought to myself when I saw mine today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were three main reasons why I started this blog in the first place:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love talking and blogging is like talking nonstop :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I wanted to express all those opinions I have without boring people. This way only people who are interested read it, else they could just chuck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It was new to me, hence COOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But later as time went on, I don't know what happened I just forgot about it. Except during those times when I was awesomely happy or completely sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have decided today that from now on, I will try updating my blog regularly. Lets see how far I will keep up this promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-4587206012797618966?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4587206012797618966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=4587206012797618966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4587206012797618966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4587206012797618966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-say.html' title='What to say?'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-4301990016048147732</id><published>2010-05-26T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:50:28.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moodswings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frenz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevertotbefore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sailing away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/S_0KKNw8VOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XfYpU1AR60Y/s1600/CollegeMay9th+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/S_0KKNw8VOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XfYpU1AR60Y/s320/CollegeMay9th+046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475543892562302178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : This is a long post, words that express bottled up emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting       and of farewell”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day did come, and I never thought I would be feeling this way. I was all down, close to tears, never knew what to do about it, I fervently wished that I could turn back time, go back just a few years back and relive this era (as I would like to call it) again maybe just once more, all I wish is to see you once more, be a part of you and not as someone who just left you (or should I say you left me?) I am not sure, but I am pretty sure of this, you have been haunting my dreams for almost a week now, is this coincidence that it has been the same time since I left you? I don’t know, but I do know this, when I close my eyes and think of all the moments I spent with you/in you, my whole life flashes across. It’s as if, I was born to be with you. You know how they say, you take things for granted and one fine day when they are not there, you will realize how big a mistake you have done. That is the case here too, there are times when you silently wonder how life would have been if there was a rewind button.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going through a break up, or maybe I am, with CEG, my college. This might be the last time I would be using the term “my college” without saying “my undergraduate college” or “undergrad life”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The numerous times when we (me and my friends) have talked about how we love our college life and how we wish time just stopped and we could be just the way we are right now, I would always contradict and say, I miss my school life much more. Hence I just wish I could go back to my ninth grade and start from there, telling them how I got great friends from my school. Looking back it seems so silly of me to declare so, I mean shouldn’t I miss my college life first before I get so judgemental about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hasn’t even been a week since I left my college, and here I am sitting in front of my laptop typing vigorously about how I am missing it. People who know me personally know that I am not much of an emotional person; I see everything with a level of detachment.   I tend to be practical about everything and I tend to rationalize every emotion that goes through me. Every problem that I face will be analysed and seen for all possible solutions/alternatives etc. And that is how I viewed “leaving my college” too, I for the most part didn’t even see it as a problem, but when I did realise it would seem to be a problem, I quickly rationalised saying that’s how life is, one needs to face it and accept it. And I went on very happy having the thought “live for the present, enjoy it, savour it, why think of future and miss out on the precious time left” in my mind. If I couldn't find a way to solve an issue I tend to ignore it and go ahead with my life, and that is exactly what I had been doing for the last few days in my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends kept trying to make me feel sad or cry or at least make me utter some sentimental crap (just for the fun of it), but I never did. They might have even thought I was cold but I guess am not. All I did was not react to the reality, I have this knack of being indifferent towards something once I decided on doing so, and that’s what I did. But I failed maybe for the first time, in my excellent skill. I reacted, the result of it being I almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that my roommate had packed all her stuff, I felt empty right then. But the realization dawned on me, when I gave my smart card back. That’s when I realized all this is over and I am going to be nothing but a past record in the university. With the sense of leaving and not coming back as a part of the student community here still fresh in my mind, I read one of my close friend’s slam for me. All the memories that I spent with her during the initial time in my college life and all the silly things we did together came to life within a fraction of a second and I was literally living those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had two slam books to be written, both being my close friends I had to spend considerable amount of time. I started out with one of their slams, and started writing all the memories: the happy ones, the sad ones, all sorts. I couldn’t go on with it when I came to the 4th year part. And my heart literally begged me to stop. So I did stop it, because the thought of all the beautiful memories that we shared just a few months ago seemed too far off when I was about to write in it. I wanted to avoid this in the other person’s slam, so I started out in a really general manner. And tough luck, she being one of my very close friends I started to write all the things that I have never told her before for one reason or the other. And that is when I reached my point of tolerance. I felt that tug in my heart just like I did when I was about to leave my school. Only this time it was 100 times bigger the reason being this time I will be leaving the country and I would be far off from the one place I love the most, Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I finished writing the slam my roommate said that she will be leaving in sometime. I couldn't take it and I didn’t want to face it. So I gave her a hug and I never wanted to lose that closeness with her. I knew we can never be the same way as we were, the room looked glaringly empty. So I left her, and went to the other hostel, only to realize that my other friend was leaving the same time too. Tough luck they say. I started distracting myself by all possible means, and when the time came she cried. I don’t know how but seeing her cry made me see the one truth, yes we will never be the same, the moments we shared are not coming back, the times we had fun are in the past. But crying about it will not make any difference, except ruin the last memory that you will be having of the place you love so much that words can’t describe it. So I decided to send her off till the entrance of our college. Yes I almost cried, but there is a big difference between almost and actually doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came back, with a weird feeling. I was neither crying nor happy.  I did a mistake of going back to my room to arrange the very little left of my stuff. You know how a black hole sucks everything into it. My room seemed liked that only it wasn’t dark or black, it was bright as daylight glaring at me. It was more difficult for me to see my room like this the reason being most of the hostellers change their rooms every year and I was lucky enough to have the same room for three years. When you stay in a room  for these many years, you get used it so much that you get a sense of belonging, you feel as if it belongs to you and only you. And the thought of someone else being there made me feel even emptier if that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to take a walk through the university road for the last time, the numerous strolls that I have had came back to me, and the sight of the road with the aftermath of the rain and the lights seeping through what is left of the fog made it all the more depressing and haunting, and it was as if the trees, the ground, the roads, the benches and even the wind that blew across me was whispering me goodbye.  If it weren’t my last night there, I would have said that it was the best stroll I have ever taken in my university, the loneliness of it made it overwhelming. The road was almost deserted. And that’s when it struck me; I will miss my college life more than my school life. The times I spent here, the lessons that I learnt, the friends that I earned, the love that I found, the fun that I had can never be replaced by anything in my life again. The huge chunk that has been occupied will always be occupied by you, and I realize now this indeed is a break up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S There will be a series with the label farewell and college life. I will be writing about all those moments that I was lucky to have lived through.&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/8002766566704546155-4301990016048147732?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4301990016048147732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=4301990016048147732&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4301990016048147732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4301990016048147732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2010/05/sailing-away.html' title='Sailing away'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/S_0KKNw8VOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XfYpU1AR60Y/s72-c/CollegeMay9th+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-3952080450231204316</id><published>2010-04-07T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:00:02.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuisance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><title type='text'>The Mask of Truth</title><content type='html'>How can you say the phrase "Mask of Truth"?? There is this friend of mine who recently uploaded a photo of his wearing a mask of Einstein and he described the picture as the phrase above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I immediately commented saying "if its a mask, then its not the truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then started a really good argument between us, both being aquarians, we were stubborn in our own points of view and were fixed. Then I saw that we were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on different tracks. so I felt that no point in arguing and left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is my view on MASKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of masks in this world, one is the physical one the one you wear just like that for fun be it party or anything. And the other is the more common one in adults, where they mask their emotions, likes, dislikes, wishes blah blah and end up being a completely different person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like masks as such even the ones that they sell in the beaches, the cute ones like mickey/donald/spiderman and even more. Even if its a mask of someone I admire I just hate it. Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my view in this small and silly issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) It just hides who you are the minute you wear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Why would you want to be someone else even for a minute in your life when you dont have time to even be yourself in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) The holes provided for your eyes inorder for you to see the world, actually make your eyes look creepy/freaky (choose your word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) It gives you the feeling as if you stuck your face on something solid and your face is becoming more and more flat by every passing second!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) And lets face it... the rubber-band makes it highly uncomfortable &amp; painful, and it makes your face sweat like hell for crying out loud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other type is how we mask our feelings, emotions, likes, wishes and so on... Just to get on with life. This is the worst of all. I mean if you like someone truly and you talk to them well, that gives you happiness. Then you don't like someone, but for some less obvious reason you talk in the same "happy" way to them too. This makes me feel sick. It just doesn't do justice to the person whom you really like. There is no difference when someone outside sees you, and its just really pathetic to act as if you like someone when you can't even put up with them. I am not asking you to be mean to that person or ignore that person. I just dont like acting and doning a mask saying "Oh, you have no idea how much I like you" thing. I especially hate it when it happens to me, because I ll never be able to find out if a person of that sort likes me or not. So to be on the safer side, I choose the option "he/she doesn't like me" and go on with my life. Because I know I can't trust them. For me, one cannot keep the persons they like and the persons they don't like in the same place. Because its just degrading for the former! I don't want to elaborate on this way of behaviour that people usually do anymore, cos I know I wont be able to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did I tell you there is also this third type of mask that I hate, But its completely irrelevant with the point I wanted to make here. It is "Masking of interupts" that I am pretty sure I learnt in atleast two subjects in Computer Science. I know its weird but the fist time I heard this, I was actually imagining them wearing one of those masks :P okay now I know am pushing it.. so free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S To any of you who wondered.. Yes I did hate the movie "The Mask". 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;First of all… long time no post huh? Had been busy throughout November, was very lazy throughout December and was thinking of posting something very good for the first post this year… and oh yeah Happy 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I might say that there was all mixed feelings in this past one month… But hey, anyways let me jump into the topic now… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I am not going to post something good! It might be sad or maybe end up being neutral… I don’t know yet, but you will when you finish reading the post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Remember the old quote “friends are not made, they are born” or the quote “A friend is someone whom you dare to be yourself”? Well, I always refused to accept the first quote and I always thought that the second quote was so true… But recently, I have been slapped in the face with the harsh reality of: yes friends are not made they are born and no, friends are not someone you could even remotely dream of being yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So, why I had this instant revelation? Ok, first of all, you should know that I remain friends with only the people I love and not someone whom I don’t like but I would never do something to hurt them and hence put up with them. No, I am not sweet, because I know that if I go in that direction I will end up getting hurt. I am this straight forward person, frank enough. And I just ignore people I don’t like. It has served me well so far bcoz I just hate the part of acting someone you don’t like as if you like them. I always thought that with my friends I could always be myself, and being myself comes along with teasing and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Whoever said “friends are not made, they are born” really did understand life’s issues. Getting a friend who knows who you are, what kind of a person you are, stuff you like, stuff you don’t like, stuff you feel insecure about, stuff you expect, stuff you get hurt, the negatives in you, the irritable character in you and still puts up with you and proudly says to a third person that you are his/her friend is not a joking thing. That person is born to be your friend. Sometimes even if you speak to a person just for couple of minutes and you get that tingly feeling all over and you think to yourself “WOW”. I might have thought I had found one or even more of such friend, but hey life is full of secrets, twists, random alterations in life. And one fine day you will wake up with your own plans, and God makes his own. And that’s when you get punched in your stomach for thinking that way and understanding that it all got screwed up. Maybe people hide whatever they feel, and they indeed show it one fine day when you least expect any such outbursts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;All in all, nope friends are not made. They are born. Now, coming to the next quote of being you. Well, that’s just bullshit, bcoz no matter how hard you try, you will end up hurting someone and they just say you hurt me. For what? Maybe you just said something that was very ignorable and they come right on and say hey you said something the other day (which was probably months before and you definitely did loads of good and fun stuff after that!) about this thing (which you had forgotten, and you to ramshackle your whole brain to come up with that scene)/ about this person (which you didn’t even care about in the first place). And you feel like strangling something that is non living so that you don’t get charged for murder and you get to burst you anger! But hey it was your mistake and you have to understand that you can’t be yourself bcoz people don’t like it. The funny thing is its even worse when there are people who exactly care about and understand you the way you want them to. All you can do in this situation is maybe write up and keep what this person gets hurt about and try not to touch it, but then there will be new situations arising and you would get confused about how to react. Best solution. Never tease the person. This makes you a completely different person, and you might even hate it, and in the process you might even start hating the other person who made you o be like this. 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That person doesn’t even want to listen to what you feel about this whole issue/ talk it out. And that person says the most stupid thing that you have always thought a person can do “let us stop being friends” over a single argument. Well not wise, why? Bcoz you actually hate people who say that. And it’s actually not over, that person just gives back something to you which was with them for sometime as a sign for the broken friendship, really stupid thing to do.. Cos now you just got so pissed off and probably thinking loads of swear words… And saying “alright then… You want to play this game then let’s play it rough”… Cos, apparently the person just lost a great friend, but you just learnt a lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And what was the lesson? It’s time to make lemonade, cos life is throwing lemons at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;P.S Don't mind the typos :) And don't feel bad if you don't get any of it.. cos these are just my musings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-2332249014475593782?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2332249014475593782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=2332249014475593782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2332249014475593782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2332249014475593782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-to-make-some-lemonade.html' title='Time to make some lemonade'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-218806574293177351</id><published>2009-11-14T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:18:24.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frenz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuisance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Bringing out the child in you :)</title><content type='html'>Off late I have been running around crazy (if you think that I am around crazy with the work that i have yes and no!). Well i have gone crazy and I can see that myself, the word "cranky" might better suit my behavior. My friends are also finding it very hard to put up with my behavior.&lt;br /&gt;For the past one week I have been:&lt;br /&gt;1. laughing non stop, for all silly reasons (any person on the road might think that I am mentally retarded)&lt;br /&gt;2. Teasing the hell out of my friends, in any thing and everything that they do (they are getting irritated so much!)&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanted my friend to dance with me in our university road, and she ran away from me :( And am still mad on her for that, (coz i have been wanting to that for quite sometime now, and it was also raining that day. What a perfect timing!)&lt;br /&gt;4.  I also noticed that I have been talking nonstop... as in not stopping for even a second. And in a hyper active way for that matter (i could actually sense people getting nervous wen I talk!).&lt;br /&gt;5. I am talking so fast that the words in the sentence are actually getting fused (and people in the receiving end don't have a clue as to what I am talking!)&lt;br /&gt;6. I am in such a hyperactive mood that I am actually forgetting what I spoke the previous second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys I haven't even gotten in to the topic yet! Yes I have been very cranky for almost a week now, and I know that the main reason is that I haven't done anything naughty quite lately. And that has kinda got in to me. And i badly want to do some prank :( And the worst thing is that I have no idea as to what I can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKIE... Now getting into the topic that I wanted to post in the first place... Today is Children's Day... So happy children's day :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are a 60 year old person or a 20 year old youth who is about to step into the real adult world(I know its scary!), or a budding teenager, bring out the child in you, try thinking of those childhood memories of how you spent your day by purely enjoying the outcomes of your pranks (if you haven't done any pranks even as a child, well i don't know what to say!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try playing a trick on your friend or try telling everyone happy children's day... Or even better live like a kid at least for today. This should be awesome, why because only then will you get life's beauty and its essence. I know being like a kid is not a big deal for me, coz I dont bother much with all the adult like problems that turn up in my life. And just for that i love my life and also myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a pause to everything that you are doing and freak out just for the sake of it. PARTY. Be a kid, start noticing the new things around you, notice a wasp trying to build its home or notice how a crab walks (oh... this one is cool, if you haven't seen it, then please do so :) Its very beautiful) Maybe how a dog looks at you when it wags its tail or the way a scared kitten looks at you from the corner of the pavement in a pleading way, waiting for you to leave or a lost puppy or go play with another kid and let him win in a game... Get out in the rain, face the clouds and dance or make yourself a hot soup get wrapped up in a blanket and sit in the corridor and watch the pouring rain. There is loads of beauty around us and we dont give enough time or appreciation for it, so today just do whatever you feel like doing let your spirit free... You want to tell someone how much you love them do so. Tell some stranger a good compliment. Give your best friend a hug, let your parents know how much you love and respect them. let every emotion in your heart pour out just like the rain that's been pouring in my place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as such is very beautiful, try doing random acts which help you and others in a very good and fun way....   Enjoy your life be kiddish at least once in a while... its not going to kill you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Those were just random lines that came from my heart which I would love to do, and thats why they are very varied and without a proper structure... if you have your own terms of defining childishness and fun then please do that :) happy kutty papa day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S The "Happy kutty papa day" is not from me. I heard it when one of my friends reading out a message she got :) [Too cute isn't it]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-218806574293177351?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/218806574293177351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=218806574293177351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/218806574293177351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/218806574293177351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/11/bringing-out-child-in-you.html' title='Bringing out the child in you :)'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-4512200610956991311</id><published>2009-11-02T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:14:47.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgetting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frenz'/><title type='text'>When you forget!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, well trust me I have loads and loads of stuff that happened in the past few days to talk about, but as I have mentioned earlier.. I don't have much time. But I really have to mention this one funny thing that happened today... Coz my friend swore to me that she ll be blogging about it, so I wanted to tell it myself before she does, this way the damage caused will be less.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;First to the background of all this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my Dad's birthday yesterday, and so my gang in the hostel wished him last night, and he was so happy that, he asked me to give those poor souls a treat on behalf of him. And today, we were free and so we planned to go to this new place that I liked so much. Background story clear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to how the restaurant works, its not the usual way the other restaurants work, its like u have to order your items in this McDonald style, pay the money, and they give you three bills, one for you and two for the waiter who will be serving you that day. He told me that and I was like OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we went to our seats my friend asked me if I gave the bill, and I was like ya ya...    (the thing here is that I didnt listen to her properly, I was totally thinking about this "Sinful punjabi paneer" that I had ordered, trust me I have eaten this before in the same place last Saturday.. and it was AWESOME). And later she went to wash her hands. Then we started our foto session (yes we take fotos wr ever we go.. I know that its weird, but my gang goes crazy when they see a camera, or a mobile phone wit one...) After the session, we sat there and waited, and waited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey am hungry! (one of us, I didn't even know who it was and I was hungry myself!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's taking them so long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a series of complains started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hey every minute that you are waiting is completely worth it, as the food here is awesome so just wait for heaven's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the topic shifted to something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all talking something, I felt gr8 to be with them after ages, I missed the last treat and the visit to my friend's home due to work reasons!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 mins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's taking them so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been waiting for 20 mins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Jus a few more mins!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 mins over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call the waiter!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the people who serve in that place should have been from the most remote corner of India I guess. They didn't know Hindi, English, or Tamil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were using all our communication tactics... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us : Can you bring it soon? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter: huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us: sooner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter : *telling something that resembles a dish name!!!"*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us: Earlier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiter: Order&lt;br /&gt;Us: We ordered!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Am pointing to the place where we ordered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fren turned to me and asked.... Hey did you even give the bill to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : What Bill????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that you guys is the height of my forgetfulness... Six hungry poor souls, waited for half an hour... And that excludes me, as I was the culprit, but I was hungry all the same (actually even more, since  I was the only one who knew how it tasted).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every one started shouting something... I actually didnt listen to them, as my own mind was screaming at me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How on earth can u forget this... blah blah blah..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the worst part is not over yet.... One of my friends had a lab session in the afternoon around 2 PM. And well it was already 1:24 to be exact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just looked at me, oops sorry "STARED" at me, like hell. And well if you knew me, you ll guess how my reaction would have been. I started saying sorry without stopping, and I get uncomfortable when I make other people late or something. I started begging her.. She was already irritated about something else, and I had to keep on repeating the word a hell a lot of times, while doing this the others were teasing me about my forgetfulness and I knew they ll be talking about this for the many years to come... And they have a very valid reason to insult me as and when they get a chance, as I tease them mercilessly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally food came, everyone started eating, and they said it was very nice. Then we left the place as soon as possible, skipped dessert. My friend gave me a pretty good punishment for what I did. She made me run to the bus stop as it was already getting late. And I hate running at any given time, and when you eaten only couple of minutes back? Well I don't know about super humans, but I get cramps, and then she made me to cross the signal in the middle of the road when there was a green for crossing. Which I do only by the pedestrian crossing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is how today's treat went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are loads that I want to tell you guys about but the thing is time never waits for me to write it down :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So will do it in a week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you guys later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe (I think it means "green") But am not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S My friend made it to her class before the ma'am did, and she never took attendance in the first place. So much for the missed dessert.. :| &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/8002766566704546155-4512200610956991311?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4512200610956991311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=4512200610956991311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4512200610956991311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4512200610956991311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-forget.html' title='When you forget!!!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-7613995457027807391</id><published>2009-10-27T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:20:30.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well ya ya... you have noticed... I have changed my name... and also have removed my name from my other posts... and also hav removed certain posts... why? well its all in the game.... lets use the name.... what was that again? oh ya Chloe from now on... :) &lt;div&gt;buh bye for now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-7613995457027807391?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7613995457027807391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=7613995457027807391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7613995457027807391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7613995457027807391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-ya-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-1628009616169119460</id><published>2009-10-10T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:59:07.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not gonna post for a while</title><content type='html'>I don't think I ll be blogging for a while.... For many reasons... Will just list out those&lt;div&gt;1. Final Year Project (Haven't done anything worthwhile!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My Statement Of Purpose (I haven't even started writing it...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My Recommendation letters (have to go and make sure that they remember me atleast!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Properly listing out the universities (have to do a lot of research on it!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My continuous assessments ( I never listen during class hours, so typically that one week will be hell for me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Being part of organising in couple of events ( I am luving it :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Have to go and talk to the agency, where I have decided to go through my whole application process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Have to get my transcripts (I think i ll need more time for this!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Have to go to my Home, see my grandma... (Miss her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Have to meet my school friends ( have been very very lazy...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S will be back don't worry :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S Naanum Busy, Naanum busy, Naanum busy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-1628009616169119460?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1628009616169119460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=1628009616169119460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1628009616169119460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1628009616169119460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-gonna-post-for-while.html' title='Not gonna post for a while'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-8331638781121886356</id><published>2009-09-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:19:32.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>I had a completely different experience today... My friends were supposed to write their GRE today... two very close ones actually... They were to write in the afternoon... and I wished them in the morning... and left it at that.. Then till evening my day was actually good... it wasn't as bad as I tot it would be... did a lil bit of our fyp work... and we kind of finished our work... then i was around 5:15 and someone reminded me about their GRE and I called them... neither of them picked up the phone!!! got a lil bit tensed... I mean Nisha is like me, she doesn't cry very often... and sowmya exact opposite... she is too sensitive!!! Have you ever had those instincts that tell something bad had happened, well it was something like that... Then after sometime Nisha called me and the minute I heard her voice I knew my instincts were true! She had been, and was crying! Now I am this type of person, who gets so uncomfortable when someone cries... I mean if I knew the person and the problem I might console them to the best that I can... But I don't think that I am much of a consoler, Whenever ppl cry, I let them to cry first... only then will I start my talk. But today I felt so bad, I couldn't do anything for her. She is someone who doesn't cry much also! Started telling her, the pros and cons of all the alternatives, and she was constantly agonising! And I wasn't able to bring that charm in her voice... she was completely demotivated. I stood there helpless not knowing what to do... I blabbered something and all... I don't think anything worked... This is the main reason I feel awkward around people who cry... And then I knew that if Nisha had cried, then it would be even worse for sowmya. When I talked to her it literally killed me... here she was crying and I wasn't able to do anything about it. I was HELPLESS. Again told her that in was nothing and that she could write it again not a problem etc.... But the whole time I kept thinking I couldn't do anything about it, I couldn't console her properly, what type of a friend am I? I did tell her the opportunities, that I will be there for her, and that everything will be OK. She did seem a little soothed after our conversation. But still I felt I was the worst consoler in the world. And it literally killed me, to see my two best friends cry!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-8331638781121886356?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8331638781121886356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=8331638781121886356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8331638781121886356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8331638781121886356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-183524071932324174</id><published>2009-09-27T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:11:40.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuisance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevertotbefore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earlymorning'/><title type='text'>Silencing</title><content type='html'>People who know me personally know how I am whenever I go to any beach or a temple. These are the only two places that you could actually see me being silent for a long time. Beach because the beauty of it strikes me the same way it did when I saw it for the first time, and hence I tend to concentrate on it. Temple because I go there to enjoy the peaceful place and to concentrate on whats happening around me and what I am supposed to do (yep not because I want to go and pray, actually most of the time I just stare blankly at the idol not knowing what to do!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me praying is something that you do that makes you get concentrated on what you want and when you keep telling it to yourself thinking you are praying and putting a petition to God, what you are actually doing is, concentrating on your aim and desire, and thus you ll come to know the importance of it, and tada you get it done. I am not an atheist, in fact I am very much of a believer in God, but I just see this whole concept in a different manner. Having this in mind, I usually dont go temples whenver I feel that it will be crowded. This includes festival times too, my mom used to beg me to come to temple during these days but I ll just tell her a strong no. Nowadays she doesn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me the place should be peaceful enough that induces sleep for me, and when any place is crowded I just get so uncomfortable. I ll tell you why I feel uncomfortable when there is a jam of crowd in closed or for that matter open place. I can't stand it. And hence I usually make it a point that i go early in the morning to enjoy the peace. And when you go to a place expecting all of this, and you hear a person's mobile go off! even worse the person picks it up and start talking as if he/she is in his bedroom! I feel like kicking them. I mean respect the place for its silence why would you want to shout and create a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this other thing that I get irritated with.When I see girls wearing capris/pants/short skirts and tshirts/shirts (sleeveless/or with sleeves) I feel like shouting at them, my whole concentration goes off, I start thinking about how much people have changed. I am not telling that girls getting modernised is wrong or something, I am actually a person who feels that pant n tshirts are much comfortable than salwars. But then will you wear a half saree and go to a party??? Come on get a grip! You could wear a nice traditional dress, even if it is not saree or half saree it could atleast be a proper salwar. why would you dress like that and come to a place where you wanna pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the outer world, adapting to the change in the culture is okie, but why lose our traditional values over it? And when I go inside I go with the thought of refreshing myself, and when I come back I am refreshed in a way, and confused in another!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-183524071932324174?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/183524071932324174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=183524071932324174&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/183524071932324174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/183524071932324174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/silencing.html' title='Silencing'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-6583437877435145835</id><published>2009-09-26T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:10:46.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><title type='text'>Come to the point!</title><content type='html'>Read this blog today, and I have to tell, Man do I envy people who are laconic, I have this problem of digressing from the topic so much that I eventually forget why I started it in the first place! I just write whatever comes to my mind, I don't even have the patience to check for typos or any other things. I should seriously try reducing the length of my posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-6583437877435145835?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6583437877435145835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=6583437877435145835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6583437877435145835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6583437877435145835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-to-point.html' title='Come to the point!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-5081387646500588884</id><published>2009-09-26T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:02:01.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><title type='text'>What's in it for me?</title><content type='html'>When they say that, people of the same taste and behavior usually hangout together, I have always felt that it was wrong, I felt that no matter how close two people might be they still have their own way of dealing, seeing, approaching things. But for sometime now I have constantly been proved wrong. I got so frustrated for ages thinking about this, and finally gave up on it... And thought may be there was something wrong with me. May be I am the one who is insane, whenever I go in to that tract then after hours of constant analysis, I come to the fact that yes I am insane, and so are the others. The good news is that I see that I am insane in a way as to I keep talking about environment, climate change, global warming, slums being unnoticed, kids who haven't seen a computer in their life, how life is so unfair etc. Why is this good news? well I am insane in a good way, this insanity gives me energy and the dare to follow my instinct, only this has made me be stubborn for more than three years, constantly telling my dad that I am not pursuing a degree in computer science, instead I will be doing it in climate science. I know that its going to be difficult, but I know I have a purpose. Now the bad news is that others are insane too. Why is this a bad news when me being insane is not? Well they are insane in a methodical predictable way... When i talk about any of this they are insane enough to either think (or say it out loud) "What's in it for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was talking to one of my friends about 350, the Oct 24 thing, the avaaz that happened in Spencer's recently, me going to the coastal clean up and loads of other stuffs... And he was all the while browsing something in the internet, but I knew he will be listening ( coz he is one of those ppl, who could do loads of stuffs together). In some point of time, he looked up at me and said "Why should I care?" And I was completely dumbstruck for a moment... Immediately he came up saying, "I didn't offend you right?" Well he didn't offend me all right, for one reason i knew from the start that he didn't care, he used to listen solely coz am the one who is talking. Had it been someone else, he would have asked them not to disturb him (he did tell me this after sometime, but the only difference is that he gives extra time for me to talk to him, coz I am this crazy, funny girl who does bizarre stuff, talks nonstop, who is care free etc and I kind of make him be relaxed for sometime). Even though I didn't get hurt by his response, I had this feeling of your nightmare come true! People are selfish in this world, It's only about their life, and their cared ones. What about the ones that can't be represented? What happened to the sense of Life? Why are they so ignorant? How do we expect to change the up coming crisis or the government or anything for that matter if we don't change? It's not only him that I am talking about, its about almost everyone who don't give a shit about the Earth that they live in. I am getting so mad at people like them that I would very much like to use swear words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am feeling like this, coz am the type of person who always follows this one strict principle in life. People are different, each unique in their own way, what might seem very important to you might seem trivial to them and vice versa. But this is altogether a different issue, this your responsibility, you are supposed to take care of the place you live in.. Will you trash your room, to an extent that you don't have space in it for yourself? Then why would you want to trash the Earth, isn't Earth where we all live? Or are you living in a different planet? I am just so pissed off at all the people who just don't care about others! And this includes my very own, close and best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are nothing but selfish idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S After you read this post if you feel even a lil bit of guilt, then you know you fall under this category!!! So do your bid to the environment, and to the people who need your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S 2 : I am so sorry not meant to be this blunt... Am clearly pissed off!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-5081387646500588884?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5081387646500588884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=5081387646500588884&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5081387646500588884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5081387646500588884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-in-it-for-me.html' title='What&apos;s in it for me?'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-8160721858317642577</id><published>2009-09-26T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:46:27.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>How to save a life by "The Fray"</title><content type='html'>Recently my friend, asked me to hear this sing, and I loved it the minute I listened to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk more about this song... Just listen to it... And I hope you like it too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song made me curious to know in what situation he wrote this song... &lt;br /&gt;After listening to this song, if you have the same feeling, you could ask me... Or even simpler, you could google it... Coz I don't want to spoil the many situations that you would come up with this song in the first place... Coz I like the ones that I came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/1b01da4f-89f9-4721-a169-93c80d07f6b5&amp;amp;theName=How To Save A Life - The Fray&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;objectid=1b01da4f-89f9-4721-a169-93c80d07f6b5"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/1b01da4f-89f9-4721-a169-93c80d07f6b5/How-To-Save-A-Life---The-Fray/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;cid=player_dna&amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;   eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjjoy the song... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-8160721858317642577?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8160721858317642577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=8160721858317642577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8160721858317642577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8160721858317642577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-save-life-by-fray.html' title='How to save a life by &quot;The Fray&quot;'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-3841098888960613079</id><published>2009-09-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:54:53.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>Meeting like minded people like you, when you have always thought that you never will... Well the experience cannot be explained even by a language as beautiful as English... My heart is dancing today... Maybe there is a reason why I am on this Earth... May be I realised my destiny first hand today.... I am in pure ecstasy at this moment :) It finally makes sense... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just shouting out from deep with in my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful discussion with my friend Krithi today... Love ya loads :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S If I go on posting like this, blogger is going to think my blog is a spam blog :P&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/8002766566704546155-3841098888960613079?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3841098888960613079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=3841098888960613079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3841098888960613079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3841098888960613079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecstasy.html' title='Ecstasy'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-2664306632467553178</id><published>2009-09-20T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:03:04.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enthusiasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parts'/><title type='text'>The Last Lecture</title><content type='html'>The day I finished writing my GRE, I went to Odyssey in Adyar, and started browsing for books. I was planning to treat myself for a reasonable score that I managed to get. I bought books for 1000 Rs. They were by far varied in their content. One was Ramayana, then it was Sudha Murthy’s Wise and Otherwise, then the Diary of a young girl and the last book that I bought was “The Last Lecture”. Out of these books, I finished Wise and Otherwise. The Diary of a young girl is a book I’ve already read so I kept it for last. I thought of starting Ramayana after I finish my application process. The one left out is “The Last Lecture” I just read the back of the book and I didn’t even care to read it further to know how the book is. One line from that made me buy the book. It was the starting paragraph and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “A lot of professors give talks titled “The Last Lecture”. Professors are asked to consider their demise and to ruminate on what matters most to them. And while they speak, audiences can’t help but mull the same question: What wisdom would we impart to the world if we knew it was our last chance? If he had to vanish tomorrow, what would we want as our legacy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me fall in love with the book instantly. I didn’t even bother to read the rest of it, and I kept this book as the top priority while selecting books. This made me think about the issue like anything. I know I am philosophical, and people would try stopping me the minute I go in to that line. They will be like “Oh Vaishu, you were alright till now… what happened to you all of a sudden?” Well nothing happened to me. I am the same old person. But isn’t thinking about life in a broader perspective or keeping everyone in mind or trying to make our existence worthwhile or justifying why we are on this Earth or trying to find out our destiny in life or leading our life content without making other people hurt, what makes us different from animals? Why do people only think of themselves? Why do they see what’s there in it for them in anything and everything that they do? Why aren’t there any souls that are selfless? Why do people hide their feelings from others? Isn’t it simple enough to tell someone if they love them and try making them understand how much they are in love rather than muse over it? Isn’t it better to tell someone that they hate certain principles of theirs rather than show their hate towards them? Why is it that people react indifferently to the same bad things that happen to others that might have happened to them ages ago and they would have been all screwed up at that time, isn’t it the same effect for every person, after all we are all human beings. Why don’t people respect love? Why do they take it for granted anything that life gives them without them having to work for it? These questions and many more, always keep flooding through my mind every now and then and I always feel the same way every time I am compelled to drop it. That is being puzzled by everything and everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what I would like to preach to this world on my demise… well I am not sure about that…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-2664306632467553178?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2664306632467553178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=2664306632467553178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2664306632467553178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2664306632467553178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-lecture.html' title='The Last Lecture'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-8712214709176092281</id><published>2009-09-19T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:04:23.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevertotbefore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuisance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Jab We Met</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This post is not a review of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie, sometime after its release. Since I have this “being thick headed” syndrome when it comes to learning Hindi, I never know any complete sentence in it. So my friend has to translate anything and everything in any Hindi movie. As for this movie, the video we watched had subtitles (good for her). I saw this movie, thought it was cute n al and left it at that. Now almost a year and a half later one of my friends saw that movie recently and he said that I am exactly like the Geet character in the movie. I got so amused by that comment. Coz for one reason well I am talkative but not to that degree as she is! And that was all I could remember from the movie, and for people who know me they would know what my next reaction would be. Yep I asked him for the movie, and saw that for the second time, this time concentrating on her. After I finished seeing it, I had all these stuffs going on inside my head. Again for my friends the depth my analysis wouldn’t be a surprise, as I analyze anything and everything that shows itself in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    I don’t talk to strangers like that; she kept on talking (WOW). That too to a smart stranger well let’s just say that am not that type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    I don’t go around say my personal stuffs to people, why would a person who knows me for almost four years, would say I am like her in every aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Now the next part as to when she says people tell her their problems and ask for any solutions. That happens for me. And that’s because as I said before I analyze stuffs, and give them the best possible solution for their crisis, and also I have this knack for seeing a positive in any kind of negative situation, of all the other things I make them feel light by often “larger than life” attitude. Also,  I am a funny person basically, so they are bound to laugh at least once before the whole conversation ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Then comes the part where she is innocent, while I am not at all. I know what happens around me. I am innocent in a way as to I can’t hide my feelings, and am honest from my heart when it comes to telling people how I feel about them. Other than I am not innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    She does stuffs without planning and follows her instinct. While I am like she is in the latter part, I do a hell a lot of planning for doing anything for that matter. I can’t even go for shopping without a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    She loves having fun. That’s completely me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    She is bold enough to travel with a complete stranger, well I might be (I don’t know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    She doesn’t listen to what others say and follows her heart completely. Now that’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    Oh ya, there was this cuteness associated with her the whole time. Which I think I have very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.    As for the guy telling her that she should be kept in a museum so that people could view her, well I have got that sentence many times before I don’t know why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya so, here is the comparison between me and the character. I know I am not like her. But he didn’t accept it, and we were arguing and arguing. And finally I gave up (yes it was me who gave up :) ). I gave up because he said he liked the character so much, so I kind of forgave him for that. Since I gave up my argument with him over the phone I made it a point that I win it over, through my blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I got a variety of comments from my friends for this whole topic. Some were cute (like you are a little like minus the talking to strangers and stuffs) and some were outright insult (hey that’s a cute character! Why on earth would he compare her with you?). Any comments like that ppl???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-8712214709176092281?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8712214709176092281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=8712214709176092281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8712214709176092281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8712214709176092281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/jab-we-met.html' title='Jab We Met'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-779929044878659190</id><published>2009-09-19T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:12:58.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enthusiasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earlymorning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevertotbefore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Improvements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>The Blue Garbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;After a visit to the beach, it's hard to believe that we live in a material world.  ~Pam Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Disclaimer: This post is going to be big, too big, actually way too big. It might even turn out to be bigger than the post about "Karna".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am completely happy actually the right word to explain my feeling might be "blissful"… I had a chance to participate in the coastal cleanup that was being organized in the city… Part of an international event I guess, not sure though… Anyway this person from MCC asked me if any people from my college were interested in participating in it… Well I knew what the answer would be from my college people, they just never care much for the environment, even if they do care either they would be too lazy to come or they would be thinking what is there in it for them… So I didn't even bother to ask them… As I knew it was in the morning, I was even more sure that none would turn up! So I just told my gang knowing that even none of them would come… And in the end I wouldn't have anyone to come with me and my parents wouldn't allow me to go alone… and I would feel all depressed about it but, that day it was different, my friend Krithi accepted to come immediately, and I was so happy… And now I am going to explain you today's event, before this I have to tell you about this whole scenario. This cleanup was scheduled to start at 6:15 AM at kovalam and I am at our university's hostel, the max that we could leave the hostel might be 5:45 as the key for the gate would be with the watchman, this place is good one hour from our place, I hate going late (one of those rare good qualities that I have, I am punctual), we don't know the place, the route too. I just got info from my cousin about the various buses that go to the place. I have this bad luck with me when it comes to buses… they just don't come when I wait! I had this gut feeling that everything put together is gonna screw up our whole plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya so coming back to the day's happenings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I woke up as planned, got ready on time, called my friend and she said she will take 2 more minutes, and then after sometime when I went out, I saw that the main entrance gate of our hostel was also locked! This is the fourth year I am staying in this hostel, how can I forget this simple thing… The worst part was the watchman wasn't there, he hadn't come yet. I got really tensed by this whole thing, after sometime kri went and brought a guy who had the keys, after that we half ran to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we boarded a bus went to adyar dippo, then boarded another bus immediately after that. This is the start of everything good that happened today :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We reached there by 7'0 clock. And to our surprise they hadn't started yet, we were so happy about that, now we wouldn't be having the guilty feeling of coming late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Later they gave us gloves, and other stuffs, and we started our work. In this point I would like to mention why I named this post as "The Blue Garbies", it's not because it rhymes with my previous post, it's actually our team's name. The professors that we worked with were one of the sweetest that I have ever seen till date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone was enthusiastic about it, I mean with me and Krithi it's different, but looking at them being so interested and active on a Saturday morning without complaining even a tiny bit was awesome and soul refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have known MCC since my childhood days as the college is in my neighborhood, loads of my schoolmates studied there, even today I met one of them during the cleanup session( I was happy that she remembered me, she said she knew immediately after she saw me, I wonder why she didn't approach me then…) And the attitude that they carried today was something that I never expected, I was completely surprised, having done loads of NSS work I have always seen people complain and fuss about stuffs, but with them it was yet another experience and their attitude showed that they wanted that to turn out to be a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We did our best, but after sometime my energy got drained (I mean come on, I haven't been sleeping properly for almost a week because of my tests… And as it turns out I might fail in all three :( ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Later, we finished the clean up and then went back to the place where we started, and they gave us breakfast (hey kri you owe me my half :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we both took off… I was very tired and I knew I ll be having my headache today. As it turns out  I have it in a degree greater than I expected it to be (God please switch me with Kri tonight, that idiot doesn't have any pain :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I came back to my room, tried sleeping in the afternoon, but my good friend Mr. Headache never allowed me to, Kri slept for six hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all I loved the day, the feeling of actually doing something worthwhile after a very longtime. The early morning travel on the ECR well was breezy and cool and extraordinary. My sadness over my GRE score report (oh ya, I got my score report, it's the same 1380 and the essay was 4 and all the while I was expecting a 5 at least!) and the three assessment drifted off along with the waves. My friend Vijitha told me she could see the change in my face, yep for one thing I got tanned like anything and well what she meant was I had this brightness on my face despite being tanned. After all this I tried preparing for my mobile computing assessment well let's just say that it didn't go that well, for starters my headache started getting worse so I just dropped it! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The experience has geared me up to do even more and I am pretty sure I will. But right now my only concern is "How am I gonna pass the next two tests??? I have to pass, no other go. Because I bunked my first assessments due to my GRE prep! Damn this computer science.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;A quote that I feel is very appropriate to our present situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;And Man created the plastic bag and the tin and aluminum can and the cellophane wrapper and the paper plate, and this was good because Man could then take his automobile and buy all his food in one place and He could save that which was good to eat in the refrigerator and throw away that which had no further use.  And soon the earth was covered with plastic bags and aluminum cans and paper plates and disposable bottles and there was nowhere to sit down or walk, and Man shook his head and cried:  "Look at this Godawful mess."  ~Art Buchwald, 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-779929044878659190?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/779929044878659190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=779929044878659190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/779929044878659190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/779929044878659190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-garbies.html' title='The Blue Garbies'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-5185096380585280355</id><published>2009-09-14T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:13:08.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevertotbefore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enthusiasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Maalai Neram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maalai Neram in Tamil means Evening time. It is this recent song that has captured me completely. I have literally fallen in love with this song, initially I didn't like the singer's husky voice, but that justifies for the song. So why am I talking about it here? Coz I love these two parts in this song very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Odum Kaalangal udan odum ninaivugal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vazhi maarum payanangal thodargiradhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Idhu dhan vaazhkaya oru thunai dhan thevaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Manam eno ennaye ketkiradhe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;En thedalgal nee illai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Un kanavugal naan illai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Iru vizhi paarvaiyil naam urughi ninral enna…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as much as I like to translate these lines to you, I know that I will kill the beauty of the song, the soul of the person who wrote these beautiful lines and in this process when my friend catches sight of the bad translation (Considering that I do, which btw I won't!) She will kill me, no mercy granted there… Coz she loves this song so much that I think she might actually marry this song if it ever gets personified! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So why I told you in the first place if I am not giving the translation, well I loved this song so much that I wanted to shout it out to the world but I don't think I will considering how people might think I am crazy! And also you do have Google… So it will make your work a lot easier &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-5185096380585280355?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5185096380585280355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=5185096380585280355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5185096380585280355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5185096380585280355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/maalai-neram.html' title='Maalai Neram'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-9024527790494362414</id><published>2009-09-08T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:04:50.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enthusiasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevertotbefore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Paper Planes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my friends has this weird way of keeping her system password. Like black horse, deep woods etc. This time when another of my friend asked her she replied "paper planes". In that instant something flashed inside me, I don't know what… Something sweet, something warm and something that made me feel tingly all over! It made me think of all the childhood dreams that I had and little offbeat fantasies on which I used to savor. Paper planes made me think of all the things that I did as a kid, all childish stuffs, and all naughty stuffs. And somehow I wanted to rethink all of it and wanted to go back and enjoy for just one more time! As much as I know that going back is not an option, I also know that writing about it would bring back the memories fresh again. All those carefree days, during when, maybe the only things that my mind might ponder over would be "what will the end of the story be?" or "will my favorite character survive?"  Or "Are there sweet guys like this even now?" etc or maybe "what is the lunch for today?". I had rather weird ambitions during my childhood days, It wasn't (still isn't) silly/weird for me. Will list them one by one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To do psychology and become a behavioral scientist (or whatever they call those persons). Human mind always intrigued me with its power. And till date I always love analyzing people their characteristics, their way of reacting, the way their mind work etc. And in some cases I might go wrong but will be right most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To do law and become a criminal lawyer. I know that I can talk well, be to the point, start arguments, give counter arguments etc. Besides I love arguing and till date there has never been a time when I have jibed, in case I was right. But if was "wrong" then I might give in temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To do aeronautical engineering. I don't know from where I got this idea. But I had this all the while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Out of these three I still have the passion for psychology. I still want to do a course in it. Well I know I don't have time for it now. But maybe someday, after I finish my studies in climate science. I might have time to finally try out my "paper planes" and see if they do fly as high as I imagined and expected them to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S I have published my friend's password as part of this post, sorry about that kiddo! It's high time you change your password. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-9024527790494362414?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/9024527790494362414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=9024527790494362414&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/9024527790494362414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/9024527790494362414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/paper-planes.html' title='Paper Planes'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-2331523983278962422</id><published>2009-09-03T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:14:13.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moodswings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuisance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parts'/><title type='text'>Mood swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I was in a very crappy mood right from morning. I don't exactly know what the reason was or maybe I did… I don't know but all I knew was that I was in a dangerously bad mood that I was so scared as to speak to anyone fearing that I would be harsh to them. So naturally whatever I came across today was irritating me like hell, out of which I just remember one or two of them which I would like to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are in a place, with people around you say, waiting in a queue for something or in any public places for that matter. Will you act as if you own the place? Wont you try even a little to make yourself be presentable to others or at least make others not feel disturbed by your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people know that there is no point in making someone wait for stuffs, then why make them wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you take up a position that demands something from you that you are not, for heaven's sake try changing your nature and be perfect. If you can't do that much, why take that up in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me tell each one in detail. At any given day I would have felt the same way, but today the degree was just too much as I was already irritated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am just going to go on in to the first point there… The other two sometime later maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was actually influenced by friend's post in her blog… I never thought about writing it here but hey I was so irritated. I usually have this habit of saying people not to talk over the phone while they are eating and that's for many reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main reasons being: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You are in a place where you are surrounded by people, and you do disturb them when you keep talking over the phone, say whatever you talk over the phone is something that hurts you, then boom everyone gets into this awkward situation as to consoling you and stuffs and the mood in the table changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.It's just purely irritating to see people chatting over the phone when you actually feel that they could be part of the conversation, and the worst thing is when they become oblivious to their surroundings even after the call. I mean come on people get a grip.        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only during mess. I have always wondered what they talk the whole time… I mean I have seen people who talk over the phone as if they have nothing else to do or no one else to talk to… I mean wont you get tired of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today there was this girl in the mess that I got so irritated with. She was washing her hands and I was waiting behind her. And for all the time she took, I think I would have washed my face twice in the same time… And I am not exaggerating trust me. She was on the phone the whole time. I will never know, will you people die if you didn't have the phone for even sometime? She was talking over the phone like I said and I am pretty sure it was a guy over the other end and I don't want to waste my time in telling you what I heard. Later I washed my hands and went inside… I saw two poor souls waiting behind her in the queue for taking rice! I felt so sad for them… Coz I knew she was going to take more time than those two even three put together!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Why would people create such nuisance? I don't care what they do in their personal lives it's their own business, but disturbing others, taking all their time not thinking about others is just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I can say is that she was lucky that I already ate and I wasn't there in the queue behind her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now coming to the second point,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hate people when they make others to wait for no reason, just for the sake of making them understand their value or much worser for no reason at all. I was talking about this to my friends in the afternoon  actually shouting over, as we were just sitting outside our department building without knowing if the classes are there or not. And this has happened loads of times before. India for some reason is known for this. People in government offices make you wait for a whole day sometime even more than a day for a simple work that will in the max needs five minutes. Why would any sensible human being do that? I will never understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the third one I ll take an entire post for that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S I am trying to cut short the length of my posts but I just can't. I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-2331523983278962422?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2331523983278962422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=2331523983278962422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2331523983278962422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2331523983278962422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/mood-swings.html' title='Mood swings'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-5807247209883182800</id><published>2009-09-01T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:05:27.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much you mean to me part-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mitra – Whenever I think about my happy days… I am pretty sure you were there occupying a major part in it… When I am with you I know I will be laughing nonstop… And even if I don't talk to you for months together I know nothing has changed between us… Because we are what they call as everlasting friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tejal – A friend is someone whom you can trust on even if the whole world is against you… And I have often wondered if it was actually said keeping you in mind… Whenever I am in need of a talk, or a compliment or a frank opinion on anything for that matter I know I can depend on you… You are more than just a friend to me… Only you had this perfect way of making me realize the world's reality… You showed me that as time goes by and we get older and older nothing is going to be better…  I know I can discuss with you my family issues, or my marks, or my crush, or my stupidity very comfortably… You have influenced me in more than just the way I talk… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dayita – I can never find enough words to describe the way I feel about you and our friendship… You and I are not any ordinary friends… We are in that level where we could predict each other's stupidity really well… the way you comport yourself makes me laugh, love and respect you, everything at the same time… A person with whom I can be comfortable even if I am crying… A person whose sweetness and affection is shown, no actually painted all over the face… You are my beloved friend and hence this name… You are the second person that I was possessive of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mitul – Though I have always been telling people that you are younger than me… I know that you are more mature in handling anything that comes your way! I have indeed learnt a lot from you in all these years, though I hate to say this :P and I have very often envied the level of patience that you had in handling stuffs and people… Hats off to you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasina – The innocence in your face is what people see first… And you are innocent in many ways… Though I might not have always proved to be beside you I have always considered you to be one of those rare characters that actually make life on the earth worthwhile… A person as tolerating as you are deserves much better friendship and everything else… A person I have always admired for a quality that I was sure of not to have…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Serena - I have always admired the quality of you being able to do all the things properly and perfectly… One of the persons who has punctuality too… That being a rare quality in our gang… I know I can talk to you endlessly about the books and the movies and never get tired of it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moti – Someone whom I got to know only years after we came to know each other… always a caring person… Someone who will always be a great friend and a great neighbor to me… Someone who manages o be serious and funny in the same time…. I wonder how…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adrika – I can go on telling about how much I like you and the way you listen to me and still not get tired of it… A person whom I admire for N no of things… A person who comes up with exactly what I feel when it comes to certain things… Someone whom I started trusting in a very short time… The attitude that you carry around is yet another thing that means so much to me… Very less people have that… And I love that in you… The story is never perfect till I tell you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pari – The name exactly says what you are… The way you talk… or the way you drive everything about you is cute in a way or the other… You are the coolest girl that I have ever seen in my life… Though I forget your birthday… You don't seem to mind it… I just love that in you and it is a very rare quality to find in others…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vilas - I have somehow always seen this air of innocence about you… Be it years before or now… The way you talk or the way you do anything It just makes me feel that I have gone back in time and that I am having pure fun… I will always hold you dear to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charvi – You have always made me wonder life's questions, emotions, situations etc… By the way you react or talk… And I always say to myself here is the exception… A person who is caring, patient, tolerant and more to come… And the different perspective that we have towards life makes me wonder many things like I said earlier…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bhadra – When someone says innocence maybe I should take a picture of you and show them what it looks like when personified… A person who can tolerantly listen to anything that is being told to her with at most curiosity and attention. The experiences that I had with you had opened my mind to many things which I now feel very proud of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shreshta – A person whom I admire for the level of caring that he shows… The way you go about advising me makes me feel looked after… And that's a rare feeling for me… Someone who is so gentle, sweet and yet do silly naughty stuffs… The best friend that anyone can get… And hence the name…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S The clues given today are much easier than the ones given yesterday… And that's mainly to help my cute dumb friends to get it… I mean come on… How thick can people get???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-5807247209883182800?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5807247209883182800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=5807247209883182800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5807247209883182800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5807247209883182800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-much-you-mean-to-me-part-2.html' title='How much you mean to me part-2'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-7940552963534615045</id><published>2009-08-31T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:06:09.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished friends'/><title type='text'>How much you mean to me Part - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Radheya – Whenever I feel down I know I can call up on you, have a nice chat and end up feeling good all over again… Meant to be friends with you forever… Would never leave your side! The years that we spent would never be forgotten by me… the care I see in your eyes make me feel confident and upbeat even when I am completely down… I will never let down the faith you have in me… I have kept you this name because you are as good a friend as karna. My faith in friendship stays bcoz of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Saheli – When I need a silent companion, to whom I can pour out my heart and still be sure that not one word goes out to anyone else in this world, then it will always definitely be you. I haven't seen a person as patient as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Mridula – You are the sweetest person that I have ever seen in my life! I don't see you as my friend, I see you as my family. No matter who goes away from me I know you ll stick with me through the end… And so will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Dhrithi – You have been my friend through thick and thin, and you always proved to be my good companion. I will always remember the way you consoled me, advised me, teased me etc… If I can be myself with someone and still get off the hook, it's going to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Jigya – Though I seem to spend most of our time together by teasing you and fooling around I know you are a good friend. And the rest well it's a secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Dashar - All the while I go about thinking you are this puzzle that I can never figure out, you come and show yourself to be completely something else. Now gotta tell you it completely threw me off the track. You are not what people would normally term as a "friend" package but you are all the while interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Mita – Your smile is something that always tells me that there is still this pure and innocent love in this earth and that I am always lucky to have a friend like you. When someone feels so down all they need is to hear your voice that says "It's goanna be ok" and that flashing smile to cheer them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Saki - Without you knowing, you made me realize that what I decided a long time ago was indeed correct and you washed me over my guilt. I will be forever grateful for this. And I am happy that the friendship we share withstands more than just time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Nikitha – One of the few persons that I am yet to find a proper negative. Irritating you has turned out to be my latest interesting hobby and thank god that he gave you patience to accept this. And for some reason I always seem to forget your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Okiez so that's all for today folks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;The next part is going to come within two days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;P.S Any guesses are welcome people… This whole thread is only for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-7940552963534615045?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7940552963534615045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=7940552963534615045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7940552963534615045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7940552963534615045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-much-you-mean-to-me-part-1.html' title='How much you mean to me Part - 1'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-602846845816454144</id><published>2009-08-30T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:08:28.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevertotbefore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>When people think that they are smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Friday I went to a wedding reception and learnt many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never forget your purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a girl and a guy are dancing it looks really awkward when the girl is taller than the guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone says you haven't eaten much just accept that passively with a smile, instead of saying "No I am having a second serving of the roti" (This will make them think "Oh so the other dishes weren't nice?") What an awkward situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People often think that they are smart, while they are actually not! And strive very hardly to prove that they are indeed smart, while in the process they prove very easily that they are actually stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let us get into the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; one in detail. People often have this habit of telling they know stuffs even if they don't, and this happens in many different situations. Say you are writing an exam and you have no clue as to what this one question is about and you start writing all nonsense about, this I can accept. Why? Well you are doing it for your own good, you just want to try your luck, for all you know the person who is correcting your paper might give you sympathy marks and with that you could actually pass the damn subject! I remember doing that for most of my exams so no harm done in that maybe except for the poor examiner who is correcting your paper. But there are all these weird real time situations where people tend to show off something that they don't have and make other's life miserable all the while. That day when we were about to leave from the wedding hall, my grandma asked me to go along with my aunts to drop them in a relative's place and come back (so that they could stay there for the night and start to their places the next day). And when we started, I called to the lady's place where we were to go so that my aunt could ask her the route. But she just told her that she is coming and cut the call. I thought she knew the place, as it turns out she didn't and we ended up going in circles for the next half hour! Then I got frustrated and left them near a hospital and asked the other lady to come there and I left for the wedding hall (My grandma has been waiting there the whole time). Then when I told this she started getting worried about her daughters, and I asked the driver to go to the same place where we left them. Now the driver is familiar with only the route that we came earlier, he is new o the place and so are we for that matter. This relative of mine, who accompanied us in our car, started showing off as if he knew the route properly and made a mess out of the whole thing and we got lost again! And after asking directions from a person there we finally made it to the hospital again and when we went there, my aunts had already gone. I later called up the lady and she said they reached her home. Only then did we start to our place. It's in situations like these that I hate when people do this. Showing off something that you have itself is one irritating quality, as if that's not worse people actually try showing off what they don't have. Why can't people just shut up when they don't know something, especially when they know that involves other people's time, energy and resources! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S About the thread that I started with describing about my friends, please give me ideas I don't know how to proceed! Please HELP ME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-602846845816454144?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/602846845816454144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=602846845816454144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/602846845816454144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/602846845816454144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-people-think-that-they-are-smart.html' title='When people think that they are smart'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-1411446620267711264</id><published>2009-08-29T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:06:56.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherished friends'/><title type='text'>Without "U" there is no "I" in my life!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This post and all other posts that continues in this thread is solely for my friends! I am going to publish posts about my most cherished friends in my life in my blog. I was actually planning to do this as my gift for them during friendship day but sadly I couldn't since I was busy with my GRE. Better late than never. I have decided to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;1.I am going to post about what they mean to me first!&lt;br /&gt;2.Then I am going to post what they are in general!&lt;br /&gt;3.Then I am going to post about the way we got closer or our journey through friendship!&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I am going to give them pseudonames and do all of this. Its their job to find who is who :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a new attempt I don't know how far its gonna work but lets see!!!&lt;br /&gt;OK so here are the names of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radeya&lt;br /&gt;Mridhula(ridhu)&lt;br /&gt;Bhadra&lt;br /&gt;Saheli(sahe)&lt;br /&gt;Mitra&lt;br /&gt;Hasina&lt;br /&gt;Jigya(jigi)&lt;br /&gt;Vilas&lt;br /&gt;Tejal&lt;br /&gt;Mitul&lt;br /&gt;Sakhi&lt;br /&gt;Mita&lt;br /&gt;Pari&lt;br /&gt;Shreshta(Shresh)&lt;br /&gt;Dayita&lt;br /&gt;Charvi&lt;br /&gt;Serena&lt;br /&gt;Nikitha(niki)&lt;br /&gt;Dashar&lt;br /&gt;Dhrithi&lt;br /&gt;Adrika(adri)&lt;br /&gt;Moti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Please give me a suggestion&lt;br /&gt;How shoudl I publish my posts?&lt;br /&gt;Should I combine 1,2 &amp;amp; 3 and publish 22 posts&lt;br /&gt;or should I split 22 of them in to 2 groups and publish 2 posts for each of 1, 2 and 3???&lt;br /&gt;Plz give me comments on this  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-1411446620267711264?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1411446620267711264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=1411446620267711264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1411446620267711264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1411446620267711264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/without-u-there-is-no-i-in-my-life.html' title='Without &quot;U&quot; there is no &quot;I&quot; in my life!!!!!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-7497421758299445024</id><published>2009-08-28T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:18:00.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Improvements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really am a bad blogger, Because all I do is come publish a post and then exit.. Even if I see couple of comments I don't write my comments back. And I need to start doing that. I don't know what the reason is basically. May be its bcoz I just dont have the patience or the time or maybe both or worst case neither. But I know I have to change it. And I have to start becoming more interactive.. What say???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-7497421758299445024?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7497421758299445024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=7497421758299445024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7497421758299445024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7497421758299445024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-am-bad-blogger-because-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-4760754477952984125</id><published>2009-08-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:07:24.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parts'/><title type='text'>Mahabaratha, from my heart</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This is my perspective about the whole issue any argument otherwise is appreciated, and I would be glad to argue against it…  And this is one long post so be prepared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great epic in Indian culture and Whenever I think of this I remember my dad’s words “You want to know politics, read Mahabaratha” But I don’t know if I would accept  his view . I mean I know its kind of true but when I see the whole story(act I know bits and pieces, never had a chance to finish it fully,maybe I will this time Lets see) I feel that there is more to it than just morals, war, characters,etc. But I love it only for three reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Mahabarata for three main reasons:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. KARNA&lt;br /&gt;2. KARNA&lt;br /&gt;3. KARNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARNA is my most favourite character in the whole of Mahabaratha, maybe even my all time favourite. I just read an article about him in wikipedia sometime back, and my heart still cries when I read about his death and the way it came to him. He is known for many things through the times. His generosity, valor, honor, courage, friendship and as the best warrior. And of all these things I love his respect for friendship and his loyalty to his friend. Though this brought him down in the end, though he knew it from the starting he did this. Why? Because he loved his friend, he never wanted to turn away from him. And this will be clearly seen when he meets with Lord Krishna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ He[Karna] also remarks to Krishna that as long as he[Krishna] is with Pandavas on the side of Truth, defeat is certain for himself[Karna]. Krishna is saddened, but appreciating Karna's sense of loyalty, accepts his decision, promising Karna that his lineage would remain a secret. Krishna yet again appreciated Karna for his righteousness, and bowed to him- the one place where divinity bowed down to humanity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now to the people who have no clue about this epic Let me tell you this as short as possible and also mention where Karna exactly stands in this. Only then will anyone be able to appreciate the beauty of his layalty to his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al right Where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, you should first understand that I am starting where Karna is born ok… And there are stuffs that happen before that, which is not important right now as we are concentrating on my favourite character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karna is basically born for Lord Surya and a young girl called Kunti, and for reasons not needed as of now she sends the kidto drift off the river, and when he is found bt a charioter, he name the kid as Karna. Now he grows up and as a charioter’s son while he is actually a kshatriya(noble man). On the other part of the story this Kunti gets married to a prince called Pandu, and though he is the second brother he will be ruling the country as his elder brother is blind. Now this elder brother has 100 sons and one daughter(there are stuffs like these that ll never make you believe if it ever happened) and of these sons and daughter the eldest is Duryodhana( He is the “main bad guy” as many call him, but I like him too). He and Karna become friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here and now I make this man King of Anga."&lt;br /&gt;"And what have I to give you in return?" Asked Karna.&lt;br /&gt;"Your Friendship."&lt;br /&gt;"It is given. I am Karna, Majesty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And thus came the perfect example of friendship :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to the story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandu goes away to live in the forest with his wife(s).Hence the elder brother starts ruling. Now Kunti will have five sons later. And they are called pandavas. Pandavas and Duryodhana basically get in to a fight about the kingdom. This is the basic story put colloquially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now actually pandavas and Karna are brothers, which none of them knew in the starting. But Karna gets to know it earlier and even after knowing it he never leaves Duryodhana’s side. For he respects his friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Krishna approaches Karna, who has come to be Duryodhana's finest warrior. He reveals to Karna his identity as the eldest Pandava and asks him to join their side. Krishna assures him that since he is the eldest Pandava, Yudhistra would most certainly give the crown of Indraprashtha to Karna who would become a great king.&lt;br /&gt;Karna refuses the enormous offer because he swore fealty to Duryodhana, and as such, was compelled to stay by his side despite his genetic ties to the Pandavas. He said that Yudhisthira was a righteous man, and knowing that Karna was older than him, Yudhisthira would immediately give up his crown to him. However, to repay his debt to Duryodhana, Karna would have to put the crown of Indraprastha on Duryodhana, which Karna thought was against Dharma.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this quote/saying you would know the amount of loyalty he shows to his friend. Because if he joins the other side he gets power, fame, kingdom,etc but he never does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just one part of all the stories that are related to him. And I have actually planned to include a label called KARNA, to tell more about him, his characters, his fame and of all the things just to say that I love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Sorry for taking a try at the great Epic, I know I am not worth to try it, but I do wanna tell about the valour of KARNA and to get that you need to get the feel of his position! Sorry again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-4760754477952984125?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4760754477952984125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=4760754477952984125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4760754477952984125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4760754477952984125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/mahabaratha-from-my-heart.html' title='Mahabaratha, from my heart'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-8978496368870247466</id><published>2009-08-23T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:06:30.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parts'/><title type='text'>When you expect!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I am officially back to blogging  and this time without getting scared if my informal way of putting things in my blog is going to screw my GRE essays. Yep, I finished my GRE and I got what they call it as a decent score which was 1380 ( actually, to be truthful I still think that I forgot my score or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;The split up is 650 in verbal and 730 in math.. To people who know about gre will think "why thats a pretty low score in quants.. and thats why I was with this gloomy face the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the whole experience of my GRE and how it ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up as planned... what was suprising was that... My friends who usually wake up late.. woke up that day and accompanied me till the entrance of our college! And then me my friend krithi, and Jo went to the centre. I was getting tensed and not for the actual test but about the procedures that they do before that.. I got my session of "what ifs"&lt;br /&gt;What if they dont accept my signature.. what if they say its changed and they dont accept my college ID as my secondary ID.. What if my nam is not there... What if... What if... And an endless session of it... Until I was accepted in to the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they showed me my cabin and I started my test. I got two issues from which I have to choose one. And I had this in mind, since I am very good at arguing and love proving people that they are wrong I am good at writing an issue based essay against it, better than for it. So when I read the topics i got this sick feeling that somehow I am going to mess it up... Bcoz one of topics was something I wasn't interested in(come to think of it I even forgot what the topic was!) The other topic was interesting but I was totally for it. And somehow I managed going against it.. And I feel I did a good job too.Then came the argument essay and I ll dedicate a seperate post for this.. Trust me its worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this the computer asked me if I wanted the 10 mins break. And I didnt want it bcoz, I knew that once I take it then it will be a totally new session and that I will get tensed completely. So I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the quants part first and I was so happy. Coz I was act prayin for it to come&lt;br /&gt;first.. But then... everything started getting worse... And if I start telling you in detail what happened.. then this post will turn out to be the longest one.... Then I screwed the quants section! The verbal went OK but I knew I didn't concentrate much... coz my brain kept on repeating the same thing again and again "You messed up big time!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the result came and boom... I saw 730 on the screen and I was pissed off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I added up both the scores.. and saw that the overall score wasn't bad. Then I quit the session and came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my friends, was the serious part in the whole GRE experience. About the funny stuffs that happened that day.. I ll tell you guys later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-8978496368870247466?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8978496368870247466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=8978496368870247466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8978496368870247466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8978496368870247466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-expect.html' title='When you expect!!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-7301881215534721542</id><published>2009-08-17T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:07:53.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevertotbefore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Wow was that fun :)</title><content type='html'>I always had this love of making people get this look of utter confusion and this "What the hell" puzzled look, by my reactions or doings or anything for that matter! And I was feeling sorry for myself that I couldn't do much because of this gre thing going on lately and somehow more than me my friends are too concerned about it. Ya so before gettin diverted as usual let me get to my point. The other day in my class something interesting happened.  My TQM(Total Quality Management - I don't exactly know what they do in management studies..But this is one boring subject!) ma'am said she wasn't gonna teach us that day (I was like "thats good") Coz seriously that is one heck of a boring subject. Ya so rest of them were wondering what she was up to while I slouched back to reading for my gre ( yep "reading"). And after sometime she said something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want each one of you here to tell me about what you need in your life in exactly one word"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to ask my friend janani once more to know what she said. Somehow I got so much used to preparing for my gre during my class hours that I dont know what I am going to do with all those sparetime once my gre gets over (that is ofcourse if I don't mess it up in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said... after she told people started discussing.. And I was like "Its your life" why do you want to discuss it with someone else! Anyways after sometime people started telling what they wanted as and when their turns came.And I kept thinking what I wanted from my life..&lt;br /&gt;1.I thought of happiness and I ruled it out immediately for the reason that I am already happy and I always will be.&lt;br /&gt;2.I thought of enthusiasm and curiosity but then I ruled them off too as I already have them too&lt;br /&gt;3. I wouldn't say my gre score coz I need to work for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as time went by all the stuffs that I tot were immediately rejected by me for various sensible reasons according to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in one point of time I tot maybe I had everything that I needed, but I wouldn't say that too coz I am not exactly content with my life, happy yes but not content.Then it struct me "Randomness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need RANDOMNESS in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been giving it a thought lately(as in for a couple of years)and I knew my life was just not interesting enough. It was just this boring routine of going to college and blah blah which you might have already seen in my other posts. And I decided on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when time came I stood up and said "RANDOMNESS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I savoured the next couple of moments. You have no clue how much I enjoyed seeing her face and the guy's who was noting down what everyone's need was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still see her face in my mind and I am actually laughing here! She had this perplexed look and she just stood there looking at me not knowing how to react and what to say. And after what seemed a long time but in reality it was actually less than a second I think she wanted to ask what I exactly meant by that. but she stopped it even before starting it and she looked at me again and said "randomness" and I said yes. I am pretty sure some guys laughed about what I said. But hey I know what I need in my life, and its definitely not happiness or peace of mind( I actually like my mind going bizzare!) or freedom or luxury or money or enjoyment or contentment etc for I know I have almost all of them,maybe not luxury to an extent but who cares I definitely dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do care is about not my life being the same old boring routine of going to college/office doing the job or pretending to do it. I just want a little randomness in my life :) That being the whole point of me keeping that as my blog title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After me telling this most of them didnt understand it except one of my friends Harini. She was like "she should have asked you to explain it..Man you would have given a great explanation" But I was actually more than satisfied with the look on her face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do the words 'complete pandemonium' strike terror in your heart?"&lt;br /&gt;                         -Calvin and Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I am having my gre in two days! God help me!This post was mainly to get the steam off my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-7301881215534721542?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7301881215534721542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=7301881215534721542&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7301881215534721542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7301881215534721542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-was-that-fun.html' title='Wow was that fun :)'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-8437616225486914516</id><published>2009-08-04T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:08:21.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nevertotbefore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ongoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parts'/><title type='text'>Questions make you realise!!!! Part 1</title><content type='html'>The other day me and my friend were talking about what they asked the girl who attended an interview in our college.. And she was telling me the technical questions and I was interested in the genra questions that they asked.. And the first one that she told me was this..&lt;br /&gt;They asked her "What were her three bigtime achievements in life?"&lt;br /&gt;And hearing this I asked the same question to myself..&lt;br /&gt;"What would my three bigtime achievements would be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was STUMPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why because I wouldnt say I achieved anything at all bigtime in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because till my school days I was this cool girl who didnt study at all.. never seemed to care about these exams.. never had my book with me and studied for 15 minutes who am I kidding not even 5 mins continuously...And yet somehow managed to ace through the class coming first.. And that was done without studying... and I remember my friends' moms coming an asking my mom how I study at home and her answer would be "she never studies...I don't know how to make her do it!"&lt;br /&gt;And when I tot about that to myself i said "I wouldn't say that as an achievement at all" I was careless,lazy and overconfident(because I knew that I would remember stuffs that teacher teach,somwhow my mind used to be like sponge soaking it all up).&lt;br /&gt;If I had studied even a little I know that I would have got a state rank easily but I didnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I participated in almost everything during school days(and when I say almost,its because I excluded athletics and thats because of a really bad incident that happened durng my childhood).I got a state first in state level exhibition..did essay writing..danced..participated in sports... sang in the school choir group.. But would I say that this was an achievement..NO... Because I never pursued in it...I was just too lazy to find my proper interest and go for it.. Rather I went wide and did it in low scale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my college I am this girl who is known only to people in class and in hostel...not much...I wanted to go low scale in it.. Why? I was bored of being the girl who tried her hand in everything and volunteered for everything and stuffs like that! I wanted to be this girl who had a select few friends..with whom she would be herself.. non inside politics... no big popular gang! or sorts... And thus now am in my final year of my college and what was I for the past three years and the year to come?? A girl who did only what was necessary... and never voulunteered never showed her potential etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they are three bigtime failures of mine :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Even after knowing my potential I never cared enough to work for it!&lt;br /&gt;2.Never cared enough to check what my passion was.. In a time I actually quit my dancing classes..(Recalling it now I dont even remember the reason!)&lt;br /&gt;3.Thought it would be cool to stay low profile throughout my college(As I got sick of my school "politics" and got bored of trying my hands at new stuffs!)... Truth is brutal...It ain't cool.. Especially when you know you could have got it in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was this other question that they had asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would be the most drastic change that you did in your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for this I have loads of answers they just flooding into my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this I ll let you know in the next part of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love keeping suspense and also writing stuffs in parts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-8437616225486914516?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8437616225486914516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=8437616225486914516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8437616225486914516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8437616225486914516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/08/questions-make-you-realise-part-1.html' title='Questions make you realise!!!! Part 1'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-8887452083090057859</id><published>2009-07-31T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:59:29.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME</title><content type='html'>For all those times you stood by me &lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see &lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life &lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right &lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true &lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who held me up &lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly &lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky &lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me &lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach &lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall &lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all &lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much &lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true &lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me &lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me &lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life &lt;br /&gt;You've been my inspiration &lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth &lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place because of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely have nothing to say when it comes to this song...Celine Dione WOW!!!!The song speaks for itself... If only I had someone like that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-8887452083090057859?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8887452083090057859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=8887452083090057859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8887452083090057859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8887452083090057859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-you-loved-me.html' title='BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-6580918402939100285</id><published>2009-07-31T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:08:59.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>110 ????  OK</title><content type='html'>For all those who didnt know...Here is the fact I was sick for the past 1 nd 1/2 weeks.I don't exactly remember it set in.But apparently I got cold and cough..That didnt surprise me bcoz its usual for me.. Those two are kinda like my regular visitors..So when my dad asked me to go check with our family doctor..I just ignored him telling its all normal to me.But then day before yesterday..My whole body was aching like I was beaten by some gang or something...And I still went to college for the sake of attendance and then I couldnt get myself to do anything so I just slept off in the lab..completely!Thanks to my professors they somehow knew that I was sick or something..Anyways then one of classmates felt my forehead and said "vaishu you have high fever" And I was like oh?? so this is how it feels like  when you get fever... Coz the last time I remember getting it was when I was in school I dont even remeber the grade exactly..Even at that time it was my mom who found this out. I dont know somehow I can never get the signs of fever... Maybe its because I get them rarely or bcoz I am so thick to get it at all...I ll never know... Later my roommate gave me a chrosin..And I felt ok till evening..Then took one in the nite again and slept off... I had trouble though with my sleeping.... Then yesterday..I didnt have much of fever!! But went to see my Doc nyways for the cold and the cough and the recurring headache(I have sinus...)..And he checked my heartrate... And he was like "You dont hav any disease and you still have your heart beating 110" And I was like wow!!! And I got freaked out for a min there..And then it kind of struck me...I just had loads of stuffs going on in my head.. and ofcourse in my heart I dont know howelse to term it.. The main thing being freaked out about GRE..Somehow Am so scared...I dont know Why..I mean I know I could do it again I screw it up...But I get so tensed for no reason...And there are lots more too...I just know the reason...But I dont know how to get it out of my system and not to think about it!! Ya and one funny thing happened too...you see he gave me an inhaler to help me with myb breathing and I never used one before and so did my family members..and I kept trying to inhale it and somehow ended up swallowin the puff!Only after coming back to my hostel today..my roomie helped me out! I mean how silly can I get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S pls dont mind my typos... I mean this gal is not well :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-6580918402939100285?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6580918402939100285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=6580918402939100285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6580918402939100285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6580918402939100285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/07/110-ok.html' title='110 ????  OK'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-489291834660109378</id><published>2009-07-23T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:09:27.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>Thoughts are consuming me!</title><content type='html'>Okie,technically I havent finished my GRE prep yet but its going on ok.So why am I here if I havent finished it yet.Its because I have so many stuffs that are goin on in my head that its paining nonstop,and I wanted to just spit it out.What are those stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are one by one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When you love your friends so much that you are almost always by their side,and you do stuffs that make them happy,you consider their feelings,you give them the type of company they need and you do everything for them from your side and what you dont do is to give them a chance to miss you!That might sound silly to you but hey not everyone realises the amount of love and affection you have for them in the first shot and they just take your presence granted.They might go something like this"I kno you ll always be there" or "I dont come to your place bcoz you always come to mine and never give me a chance" or "I know you cant go on without talking to me" or many other things just like these ones. And I wanna tell all these people something now! You are my friends I do love you.But hey I dont think I ll ever know if you feel the same way for me. I mean come on,how would I know if you truly care for me or not? not by the gifts that you give on my birthday or the times when we go out its in those small stuffs that you do or you say! I dont know what I am expecting here actually I am not expecting anything thats why this whole problem started in the first place.But how am I going to differentiate from the people who care for me from the people who just dont give a shit about me.I know I am not "clingy" or "pathetic" I am sure about that bcoz "I just care for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.when you ask someone "what will you miss the most from me,incase I die" and they reply you "your care".I feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;What?? so if there is someone else who comes along the way and cares for you the same way or even more than I do(which I dont think is possible..) you ll not miss anything else from me...You ll forget me???? Dont I have anything?anything at all unique that you like in me?? Am I that mundane??Seriously I am pissed off. I know this sounds silly but hey thats how I felt and still feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When you feel as if you are the only one who cares for the person and they dont seem to even think about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all these things and a lot more that are going on in my head...Am pretty sure that I ll never find the answer! why? Because either what I am thinking could be outright silly! or maybe I am right and no one cares for me... Either way I am not going to get an answer for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to do this instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make them understand my value!&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna make them realise that I care for them which obviously they dont!&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna make them understand that "I AM NOT PATHETIC"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I can live right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S There are two more stuffs thats on my head....That make me worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; I haven't got a reply from the professor that I ve been in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; I am scared about my GRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you want to know my biggest wish right now????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A REALLY CLOSE FRIEND TO WHOM I CAN BE MYSELF.NO DRAMA.NO LIES.PURE FRIENDSHIP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-489291834660109378?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/489291834660109378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=489291834660109378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/489291834660109378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/489291834660109378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-are-consuming-me.html' title='Thoughts are consuming me!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-4917249423560294777</id><published>2009-06-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:00:49.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrating'/><title type='text'>MY PREP</title><content type='html'>OK...now am getting a litle scared...I haven't started preparing for my GRE yet.Man..i have to do something about it.Ok I have decided something like this...I ll start blogging agin only after I finish my preparation in GRE!!!!now this gotta do the trick.lets see.Am not gonna break my word.so lets see when I finish my preparation again.. Till then goodbye guys!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-4917249423560294777?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4917249423560294777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=4917249423560294777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4917249423560294777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4917249423560294777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-prep.html' title='MY PREP'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-3761905736319701859</id><published>2009-06-16T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:47:50.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Think about this and please do help!!!!</title><content type='html'>The videos embeded below are to spread awareness about the impact of climate change on earth, in its Low Carbon Futures (LCF) Project.British Council has come up with two animated shorts developed by Delhi based Contract Advertising titled ‘Green Journey’ and ‘Play Cupid’. These have been executed by a team of six from Contract Advertising in about a month’s time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFb9zipGwgY&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFb9zipGwgY&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wygfNXQOpw&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wygfNXQOpw&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxjbzUOIG6U&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxjbzUOIG6U&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video below is about  350.org's mission.Take a look at this too.Its really good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5kg1oOq9tY&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5kg1oOq9tY&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please try embedding these vidoes in your blog too,also the post about 350.org in my bolg.You can find it in the label saying "climate".Lets join together to spread the awareness about climate change.Our Mother Earth needs us right now. Its just a small step and a great help and also my kind request.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We're in a giant car heading toward a brick wall and everyone's arguing over where they're going to sit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think about this quote.It really tells the situation we are in right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-3761905736319701859?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3761905736319701859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=3761905736319701859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3761905736319701859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3761905736319701859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Think about this and please do help!!!!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-3457475530684931189</id><published>2009-06-16T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:21:14.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Wasting my time away!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello guys..I am back...Well my laptop is back for sure!!Back as new..You know there is a sayinf that goes like this "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" It worked with my laptop too....I misssseeedd it ssssssooo much..Now that it is back I wil start posting regularly!!!!But there is this one major drawback with my laptop coming back...Well I am just not preparing for my GRE!And I ve slotted it for august 20 and I am freaking out and also kind of clueless why I am freaking out.Come on its just an exam with verbal and math!!!But I havent done much...And I have to seriously start preparing for it.Its not that I hate to do it.But its just that am in my vacation and I want to have fun.But I have to,it being a very important criteria for my PG.And oh ya I didnt tell you guys this,I am practising driving this vacation.And its awesome,except that Highway driving is kind of freaky but I got used to it now and my dad says I am driving pretty well.Thank god.But I dont know if thats enough for the license test.Lets see.You know what I was scared the most and still am now!!When you are "not" able to see the road ahead of you coz either its so deep/high.I panick during those times a lot, gotta control that,and one more thing when I change lanes,say I wanna change lane from the right lane to the center lane I get confused with the vehicle in the left lane thinking its in the center lane...How stupid is that...Well as for my piano classes its going ok.Not that regular though.But its going in its own track wihout much disturbance.I almost forgot to tell you this,I got my last semester results,though I was expecting something really bad,I got through with actually a good GPA according to me.I got 8.416 ,I still dont believe it though.I mean 8.416 is something I ve never go in my whole of previous semesters.I am happy about it,coz now my CGPA increased to 7.4 and boy that means I got close to atleast 3.4 over a 4 scale(I'll never understand the scaling system they have in the U.S,coz she said(a professor) a 7.2 in my university means 3.2(WHEW!that was so good news for me)),GO VAISHU!!!I was beaming when I got the results.OK now coming back to reality,I have another hurdle to pass and that is GRE,My main target in finishing GRE prep during this vacation, is kind of getting laid back Iam getting so lazy and bored.Do you guys have any idea about how I could sincerely prepare just like I would have if it were not vacation???Please please help me out!!!I am desperate!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-3457475530684931189?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3457475530684931189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=3457475530684931189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3457475530684931189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3457475530684931189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasting-my-time-away.html' title='Wasting my time away!!!!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-6848392967369420116</id><published>2009-06-10T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:15:51.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My laptop has gone for service :(</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys..I am not able to post anything for sometime now because of my laptop...There was some problem with it and it started sending weird sounds...So I had to give it for service.When I called them up to ask the status of my laptop.They said it just reached the place where they do the servicing only yesterday!!!And they said that its going to take 7-10 more business days.. So I cant post for some more days.. Sorry guys!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-6848392967369420116?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6848392967369420116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=6848392967369420116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6848392967369420116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6848392967369420116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-laptop-has-gone-for-service.html' title='My laptop has gone for service :('/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-2017284434396983724</id><published>2009-05-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:16:26.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>I get the blame!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried helping your friend and then the blame comes on you in the end?I have done it many many times,usually my friends make me as their first resort because I have how should I put it? Its not "presence of mind" exactly but I dont know anyother term for it,I can come up with alternate scenarios and get them out of their trouble whatever it is.I have this knack for "telling lies" but I have never used it for my own good though,coz telling lies requires one important thing and that is remembering them.And when it comes to remembering stuffs well I fail in it.So i never do that in my life,for me its better to face the scenario by telling the truth rather than going about telling lies.Its much simpler that way,but unfortunately many of my friends never think that way and they choose the other more complex one.Now people who know me personally can actually skip this because they would have already known this situation where in trying to halp me friend I got the bad name in the end(God why me? am innocent..)Anyways it is a really funny and an interesting story to narrate and I am going to do do it now.Here it goes that day from the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up,got ready,not for my college I already planned bunking it.It was because I had a test and Ihad a choice of bunking coz I already had satisfactory marks in it.And I had to go to my dad's cousin's place to get my new apple classic ipod that my dad had asked him to buy and come.So I choose this day to do it.I went there along with my friend and we got the ipod,then we were returning to our college(ya to the ones who dont know this,I live in hostel so I had to come back to college)Then when we were on our way,I got this phone call from my other close friend.I was wondering why she is calling me,coz she was supposed to be in the class.Well I picked up the phone.....and CHAOS started.She said that the classes are cancelled(I think we were nearin the days of our end sem exams there not sure though)And duh I was happy,and then she went on to say something like this...(which at that time didnt make sense at all for me...But before telling you what she said on the phone I have to tell you what she basically did in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she has mobile(just like everyone of us),but the thing is it is postpaid,and her parents didnt want her to use a prepaid one.And in the one she has every message costs her money and when the bill comes two things happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Her bill reaches an amount, with which she could actually buy a baisc configuration colour mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The bill shows how much msges she has sent,how many calls,to what numbers,etc.......)&lt;br /&gt;Now back to what she said to me over the phone...Here it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey vaish,my mom caught me using my mobile last night!(Well frankly I wasnt surprised,why?bcoz she messages to ppl lying on her bed under her blanket,when mom is sleeping next to her!!!!) I didn't know what to do and well I told her it was your mobile(WHAT!!!!)She did believe it for a second but ahem after that she saw the contacts that I had stored in it and it had some my relation's phone number in it and boom she saw through it and found out that it was her old mobile(oh!Your mom is real smart).Then I told her that it is her mobile but the sim was yours...She asked me the reason and I just told her that you needed an extra mobile and that you asked me if I had one and so I gave you one!(Did she buy that? That is the most silly lie I ve ever heard!!!!)Well I said all sorts of nonsense(yes this is nonsense)and she said that she wanted to talk to you today!(WHAT?WHY?No Way)Dont worry its over the phone(ya like thats gonna make any difference!"&lt;br /&gt;There it is...The most chaotic,stupid call that didnt make sense for atleast five minutes after I hung up.And once the truth set in I panicked.&lt;br /&gt;We reached college...Then I saw her and I knew whatever she said over the phone was indeed true and this whole thing is not a prank.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about this whole thing.And came with this plan I thought it didnt have any holes in it but when I think about it now Its really funny this whole issue.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to call her mom.She did and I started to talk to her.She asked me why I needed another moblie and I told her something like this "I bought a new simcard and in the old one I have two more months of validity and I didnt want to waste the free messages and calls in it,so I asked ur daughter if she had an extra mobile she said yes.And i asked her for it,but I didnt know that it was your old mobile and I dint know that she didnt ask your permission(Ya like I am going to save her fully!!)"You know what she asked me she said I am doing something wrong,and that she is not sure if my mom knew about all this and she started advicing me!!!!(Ughhh)And till this day she still thinks that I did something wrong and she still doesnt know that it was her daughter's fault all the time...I actually didnt go to her home for almost six months fearing that she ll start asking questions again...Oh boy....&lt;br /&gt;And thus I get the BLAME..But its worth it for two reasons&lt;br /&gt;1.She is my close friend&lt;br /&gt;2.I get to blackmail her(he he he),in to anything ("one word to your mom is all its gonna take!!" the dialogue that frequently comes her way...)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget this incident in my life...Maybe it was a bit boring for you guys,but when this whole thing ended We were laughing our head out! I had a smile throughout this time posting it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I have tagged this post to "funny" too,But I dont know is this post ok? or is it boring?Coz I could change in my future posts based on your comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-2017284434396983724?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2017284434396983724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=2017284434396983724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2017284434396983724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2017284434396983724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-get-blame.html' title='I get the blame!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-5422475380046487398</id><published>2009-05-29T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:04:44.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/life-is-full-of-beauty-notice-it-notice-the/368485.html"&gt;Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/ashley_smith/"&gt;Ashley Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a great quote.Read it twice atleast and think about it for atleast two minutes.It will make you realize many things in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-5422475380046487398?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5422475380046487398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=5422475380046487398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5422475380046487398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5422475380046487398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-full-of-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-3329915442455631782</id><published>2009-05-28T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:00:52.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>Too good to be true</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that in life at times everything is going as per your wishes and its too good?Well this is the first time for me am so happy that I have everything that I want as of now.And this kind of scares me more.Usually I have this belief in my life "Too many good things happening well one really bad thing is on its way".I am very scared for that bad thing thats gonna come.I know its stupid of me to get scared like that for an uncertain bad thing but I am.I should be happy that my confusion is gone and I am decided in doing my MS(well actually contacting a professor in my dream university Its changed to Phd now).Yes I have actually decided my next major step in my life,and I am confident about it.And am elligible for applying too.So instead of being happy why am I scared?Well he first reason is what I stated above as my belief and the next one is well my results for the last sem will be out in june first week mostly.And I am scared like hell because of that.I have written two of the subjects really bad that even if I correct them myself I flunk the paper!I dont know what I am going to do.God please help me!Am scared.And thats why I have titled this post as too good to be true.I am living a great life as of now but when I think about it I am scared that I ll wake up and then realise that it was nothing but a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-3329915442455631782?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3329915442455631782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=3329915442455631782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3329915442455631782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3329915442455631782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too good to be true'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-8069634303135302674</id><published>2009-05-21T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:17:01.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate'/><title type='text'>CO2 Scrubber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/ShW-TQIdoCI/AAAAAAAAADY/cDMTa1MXkfw/s1600-h/scrubber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338382171274846242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/ShW-TQIdoCI/AAAAAAAAADY/cDMTa1MXkfw/s320/scrubber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I’d rather have a technology that allows us to use fossil fuels without destroying the planet, because people are going to use them anyway." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klaus Lackner, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a physicist at the &lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/"&gt;Columbia University&lt;/a&gt;, New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the same way I thought whenever global warming came to my mind.Though this is short term,it is better than having no way to undo the amount of co2 that is already in the atmosphere and still let people use fossil fuels till we have an alternate reliable energy source.Atleast we could remove some amount of co2 from the atmosphere while we are in the process of finding alternate energy resource.So this idea of Co2 scrubber is a great idea.This is just a concept as of now but I sincerely hope that they make this a reality.Many environmental groups are against this saying it will encourage people in to using fossil fuels.Come on as if we are not using this already.This idea wouldn't encourage our people,it will just prolong the life of our earth.And will really help in the reduction of atmospheric Co2.So this is how it works,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is like a giant filter,that allows air to flow inside and collect Co2 while doing so,then the Co2 is absorbed by chemical filters and then collected in a plastic sheet.Just like a water filter.And it removes one tonne of Co2 from the atmosphere everyday.&lt;/div&gt;There are other issues to this actually,each scrubber costs $200,000 for the manufacture of the device.And it removes very less amount of Co2.&lt;br /&gt;Other interesting questions are&lt;br /&gt;What to do with the C02 collected?&lt;br /&gt;How much Co2 does this machine produce in the process of collecting Co2?&lt;br /&gt;How much Co2 produced while manufacturing this device?&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth....&lt;br /&gt;So we have to consider the efficiency of this Co2 Scrubber.And they are still researching in this.And if it proves to be worthy,God bless researchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S look at the other post "We could do something" and actively participate.Its tagged under climate too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-8069634303135302674?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8069634303135302674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=8069634303135302674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8069634303135302674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8069634303135302674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/co2-scrubber.html' title='CO2 Scrubber'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/ShW-TQIdoCI/AAAAAAAAADY/cDMTa1MXkfw/s72-c/scrubber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-8458851605693586792</id><published>2009-05-20T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:17:11.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Is balancing difficult?</title><content type='html'>People who know me personally are asking me why I am so serious(as in the topics that I discuss) in the blog.Because I am basically a fun loving person.I am childish(yes I know,people who just see me through these posts in my blog might find it quite difficult),but I am.So let me first give you a good mental picture of what I am.I hate responsibilities,I always wanted to be taken care of.Never in my life have I taken anything serious.Whether its the grades that I get or the way others think about me or the upcoming exams or anything for that matter(let me tel u guys a secret I do take certain stuffs seriously,to the core of my heart,but more on that later).Even if I do take some of them seriously that would be only for very short period of time.Then everthing will be back to normal.I am lazy,you have to make me start something and that would be a really a difficult job for you,but once I start it then there is no one stopping me.But starting the job is something that I never do.I love trying out new things(they make life more interesting).I believe in love very much.I also believe that everyone should have their own space and privacy.I hate advices and never will intend to follow them unless I ask somwone to give an advice for me on something by myself.Though I am kidish I know I have maturity(that crosses my age).That statement might seem a total contrast to you and so will he following one.As I said I love to taken care of but still would hate to be dependant on anyone.My first and foremost priority in my life is my freedom.And I feel that no one can ever take that from me.No one can force me in to doing anything,though I get confused a lot esp during descision takings I still take those decisions on my own.The only two people in this world that I budge for are my parents and no one else.I have independant thought process,and I respect others' too.I hate people who try pushing their principles into me.And I love friendship and everything about it.I love to suprise people.I am an open book.And almost have no secrets.And I have well how should I put it....An ability to escape from stuffs as in from punishments after doing anything naughty stuffs like that.I have a quality in mine which I hate and that is "arguing".I argue a lot,I never give up.never as in never.And I am changing that right now.And what else to sa oh ya I forget stuffs,that kind of makes me funny in a way.There is no way (believe me I tried) that I could remember small things.Ya I think thats about it I might have left one or two...And I will add it as when I remember.Now as to my original aim of this post.I thought why I kept posting serious stuffs and not kiddish or funny ones and I got two answers...Well here they go.&lt;br /&gt;1.I am a ver philosophical person.(Though I dont bring out that part much outside to the world,I am very philosophical)&lt;br /&gt;2.I am afraid if me telling funny things would turn out to be boring for others,now when I talk its a totally different issue&gt;i am confident that people can never stop laughing if I am there(oh ya did I tel you that I am humerous and an extrovert to the core?well I am).But writing funn stuffs is new to me.&lt;br /&gt;So now to the people whom I know personally.&lt;br /&gt;People I will be your usuall normal, kiddish,upbeat, cheerful vaishu most of the time and as the philosophical,serious,responsible vaishu now and then(I'll tr making a balance)&lt;br /&gt;And to others&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best not to be boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-8458851605693586792?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8458851605693586792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=8458851605693586792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8458851605693586792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8458851605693586792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-balancing-difficult.html' title='Is balancing difficult?'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-6714559652360448626</id><published>2009-05-20T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:51:04.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I am frustrated with my keyboard.Especially with my "y" key in it.I dont know what happened.But its not working properly.I have to press it harder so that the letter is typed.I know its a simple thing.But its getting me frustrated.I know that its easy to get it fixed,but somehow I haven't done that yet.And I still continue using the same key consciously now though to press it extra hard.Whats up with me?Am I crazy?Its very easy for me to fix it and go ahead with it in a normal way.But no I didn't do that, instead I am getting frustrated and irritated with it so much that I am actually blogging about it.Even when it comes to life I am like this, I dont take a proper step to clear everything out.Instead I just go around it,try continuing my life with it.Why adjust in life??Why can't I just face it and change it and deal with it?These are some of the questions that remains unanswered for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-6714559652360448626?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6714559652360448626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=6714559652360448626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6714559652360448626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6714559652360448626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-6912803299569816325</id><published>2009-05-20T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:21:02.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate'/><title type='text'>We could do something</title><content type='html'>From: Govind Singh &lt;a href="mailto:govind...@gmail.com"&gt;govind&lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/groups/unlock?hl=en&amp;amp;_done=/group/technssunit4/browse_thread/thread/123937d257153c56%3Fhl%3Den&amp;amp;msg=3ec60587e3b394bd" target="_parent"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Apr 14, 8:14 am&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Oct 24, 2009 - International Day of Climate Action - Register your action today!&lt;br /&gt;To: Indian Youth Climate Network&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;Here's the invitation that is being sent around about the October 24th Day of Action - it comes to you from a coalition of leaders from around the world.&lt;br /&gt;It's going out to people on every continent and in every nation, from Antarctica (hi to our friends at McMurdo Station) to Zimbabwe (greetings to the folks at ZERO working on windpower in rural Africa!) and from Nepal (to the Nepalese youth and beyond) to the entire Arab world. We need everyone working together, in a way that's rarely happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invitation is a bit long, but it is important that we get across both the problem and the plan - and after all this is the greatest challenge we face.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be fun - and important. Please think and act on it and do spread it around.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an invitation to help build a movement--to take one day and use it to stop the climate crisis.&lt;br /&gt;On October 24, 2009 we will stand together as one planet and call for a fair global climate treaty. United by a common call to action, we'll make it clear: the world needs an international plan that meets the latest science and gets us back to safety.&lt;br /&gt;This movement has just begun, and it needs your help.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the plan: we're asking you, and people in every country on earth, to organize an action in your community on October 24, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.350.org/oct24" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.350.org/oct24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no limits here--imagine bike rides, rallies, concerts, hikes, festivals, tree-plantings, protests, and more. Imagine your action linking up with thousands of others around the globe. Imagine the world waking up.&lt;br /&gt;If we can pull it off, we'll send a powerful message on October 24: the world needs the climate solutions that science and justice demand.&lt;br /&gt;It's often said that the only thing preventing us from tackling the climate crisis quickly and equitably is a lack of political will. Well, the only thing that can create that political will is a unified global movement--and no one is going to build that movement for us. It's up to regular people all over the world. That's you.&lt;br /&gt;So register an event in your community for October 24, and then enlist the help of your friends. Get together with your co-workers or your local environmental group or human rights campaign, your church or synagogue or mosque or temple; enlist bike riders and local farmers and young people. All over the planet we'll start to organize ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;With your help, there will be an event at every iconic place on the planet on October 24-from America's Great Lakes to Australia's Great Barrier Reef--and also in all the places that matter to you in your daily lives: a beach or park or village green or town hall.&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever a time for you to get involved, it's right now.&lt;br /&gt;There are two reasons this year is so crucial.&lt;br /&gt;The first reason is that the science of climate change is getting darker by the day. The Arctic is melting away with astonishing speed, decades ahead of schedule. Everything on the planet seems to be melting or burning, rising or parched.&lt;br /&gt;And we now now have a number to express our peril: 350.&lt;br /&gt;NASA's James Hansen and a team of other scientists recently published a series of papers showing that we need to cut the amount of carbon in the atmosphere from its current 387 parts per million to below 350 if we wish to "maintain a planet similar to that on which civilization developed."&lt;br /&gt;No one knew that number a year ago-but now it's clear that 350 might well be the most important number for the future of the planet, a north star to guide our efforts as we remake the world. If we can swiftly get the planet on track to get back below 350, we can still avert the worst effects of climate change.&lt;br /&gt;The second reason 2009 is so important is that the political opportunity to influence our governments has never been greater. The world's leaders will meet in Copenhagen this December to craft a new global treaty on cutting carbon emissions.&lt;br /&gt;If that meeting were held now, it would produce a treaty would be woefully inadequate. In fact, it would lock us into a future where we'd never get back to 350 parts per million-where the rise of the sea would accelerate, where rainfall patterns would start to shift and deserts to grow. A future where first the poorest people, and then all of us, and then all the people that come after us, would find the only planet we have damaged and degraded.&lt;br /&gt;October 24 comes six weeks before those crucial UN meetings in Copenhagen. If we all do our job, every nation will know the question they'll be asked when they put forth a plan: will this get the planet back on the path below 350?&lt;br /&gt;This will only work with the help of a global movement-and it's starting to bubble up everywhere. Farmers in Cameroon, students in China, even World Cup skiers have already helped spread the word about 350. Churches have rung their bells 350 times; Buddhist monks have formed a huge 350 with their bodies against the backdrop of Himalayas. 350 translates across every boundary of language and culture. It's clear and direct, cutting through the static and it lays down a firm scientific line.&lt;br /&gt;On October 24, we'll all stand behind 350--a universal symbol of climate safety and of the world we need to create. And at the end of the day, we'll all upload photos from our events to the 350.org website and send these pictures around the world. This cascade of images will drive climate change into the public debate--and hold our leaders accountable to a unified global citizenry.&lt;br /&gt;We need your help-the world is a big place and our team is small. Our crew at 350.org will do everything we can to support you, providing templates for banners and press releases, resources to spread the word, and tools to help you build a strong local climate action group. And our core team is always just a phone call or e-mail away if you need some support.&lt;br /&gt;This is like a final exam for human beings. Can we muster the courage, the commitment, and the creativity to set this earth on a steady course before it's too late? October 24 will be the joyful, powerful day when we prove it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join us and register your local event today.&lt;br /&gt;Onwards,&lt;br /&gt;Bill McKibben - Author and Activist- USA&lt;br /&gt;Vandana Shiva - Physicist, Activist, Author - India&lt;br /&gt;David Suzuki - Scientist, Author, Activist - Canada&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Jagger - Chair of the World Future Council - UK&lt;br /&gt;Tim Flannery - Scientist, Author, Explorer -Australia&lt;br /&gt;Bittu Sahgal - Co-convener, Climate Challenge India - India&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Simmons - Environmental Advocate,&lt;br /&gt;St. Vincent &amp;amp; The Grenadines Christine Loh - Environmental Advocate and Legislator - Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-We need you to do something else, right away, that's pretty easy. Please forward this message to anyone you know who is even remotely appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Govind Singh&lt;br /&gt;South Asia Coordinator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:gov...@350.org"&gt;gov&lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/groups/unlock?hl=en&amp;amp;_done=/group/technssunit4/browse_thread/thread/123937d257153c56%3Fhl%3Den&amp;amp;msg=3ec60587e3b394bd" target="_parent"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;@350.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(+91) 98111-47754&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;350.org is an international grassroots campaign that aims to mobilize a global climate movement united by a common call to action. By spreading an understanding of the science and a shared vision for a fair policy, we will ensure that the world creates bold and equitable solutions to the climate crisis. 350.org is an independent and not-for- profit project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To subscribe, visit&lt;a href="http://www.350.org/sign-up" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.350.org/sign-up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;Please copy this post and paste it in your blog so that people who come and visit  your page would know of it and would do the same.Also try mailing it to everyone whom you know.Lets spread this as much as possible and take part actively in it too.Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-6912803299569816325?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6912803299569816325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=6912803299569816325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6912803299569816325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6912803299569816325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-could-do-something.html' title='We could do something'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-6302764285617241534</id><published>2009-05-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:17:52.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>enthusiam?????</title><content type='html'>When you start noticing the kids,they will be full of energy, enthusiasm and curiosity to know anything new.They will be interested in anything thats new for that matter,they dont mind what it is,they dont mind if it is useful or any such thing.They ll be wanting to know it understand it and get the grasp of it.This is one such thing that we are supposed to learn from them.As we start to grow,somehow this great quality that we had as a kid is lost.And we get in to the notion of anything that is new is interesting only if it is useful in our life.What about learning something or trying something new for the first time.As I ve already told you trying something gives a rgeat pleasure that can ony be felt and not explained.And nowadays adults seem not to be interested in anything.they just do the same routine over and over again.And when turn and look back at our life in a stage we just see the same routine following a pattern.And this gets us frustrated.And thats what happened to me before I started this blog.And I am so into this routine of my life.And it goes like this...Everyday I wake up,get ready for my college then go to the classes and then comeback..Eat inbetween,then go to class in the afternoon if there is no class in the afternoon sleep..then I eat dinner...Then go back to sleep...In between all these i do the same stuffs like surf the net for climatology related stuff...then chat with my friends tease them etc..This has been happening for some months and I hadn't realised it,but the thing was I got frustrated with myself without any reason.Because I knew that my life was going great and I have two great loving parents and a big gang of friends and somehow something was missing in my life And I didn't know what it was(I got more frustrated by this)...On one fine day somehow I woke up with this great thought."vaishu you haven't done anything new or out of the box lately"And I was awake on the bed say for more than an hour and I thought about it.I've always been an allrounder during my school days..tried my hand at anything and everything..but I just didn't do that here in my college I dont know why(more on this later).And I wanted to try something new.And thats when my friend gave me this idea about blogging and I thought why not try that.And it had been a great feeling.But my thirst didn't end there I wanted to do something "big time" new and I came up with "learning piano".It has been a week now and its great and refreshing for the soul.For all the people out there who feel like "life wat the hell?Its damn boring...."well this is the mantra to refresh your life "TRY SOMETHING NEW".And not only that put your heart and soul into it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-6302764285617241534?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/6302764285617241534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=6302764285617241534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6302764285617241534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/6302764285617241534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/enthusiam.html' title='enthusiam?????'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-2591315091316573370</id><published>2009-05-18T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:31:33.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Decision Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The saddest thing in life is to stand at the end of it and think of the words "I should have,I must have and I could have"....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is  quote taken from my friends blog "in deep thoughts" and I just read it a moment ago.And I felt that sad should never happen in  my life.And I ve decided that I am going to do it.No matter how hard it is.I want give it a try.The most regreting what if question is "what if I had tried?".And I never want to face that question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess this is a good decision.Thank you harini. For this great quote that changed me and relieved me of a guilt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-2591315091316573370?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2591315091316573370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=2591315091316573370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2591315091316573370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2591315091316573370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/decision-time.html' title='Decision Time'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-4802988986553607855</id><published>2009-05-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:16:17.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><title type='text'>Choices part-2</title><content type='html'>You guys remember how I was talking about choices one day and that I am in an important part of my life where I had to choose my decision.Its time to tell,what choices I have in front of me and why I feel that its very difficult to choose.The decision that I have to make is my career path.As I said before I am doin my B.E in computer science.And somehow only God knows how,I got interested into Climate,the way it works.Why its changing etc.And in the starting my dad didn't accept for this.That was because he wanted me to be well settled in life without any financial problems,and his aim for me has always been higher.And my mom didn't accept for this because she felt that the field will make me lead a hectic life.And they didn't want to talk about it because I am someone whose wishes change very easily.And they thought given time I would like cse and continue in this field itself,In this point of time I wouldn't say that I like it but I wouldn't say that I dont like it either,my feelings towards cse has been neutral.But earl this year my dad somehow realized that I have a passion for this and that I am not goin to change this interest.Wetalked for a long time and then he accepted this.And so did my mom.I was elated.And now you might ask a question "Whats so confusing with that?",well here is the answer for that.I am a cse student and I dont hav any experience in atmospheric sciences,and I don't have a really great GPA as I didn't do my initial semesters well,and I know that its not an easy thing to do it,And I am not that confident in it to.....I have loads of "what ifs" tagging along whenever I think of this issue.I am scared about this,because I have only one life,one chance and what if I screw up?.I really dont know the answer for this question,but I somehow feel that its my destiny and I should give it a try.I dont know.What should I do????What will happen??I love the field.And I know that I ll work hard.But somehow the element of doubt is still persisting.And this is exactly why I said I complicate stuffs even that are quite simple that are in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-4802988986553607855?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4802988986553607855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=4802988986553607855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4802988986553607855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4802988986553607855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/choices-part-2.html' title='Choices part-2'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-1089341516643772828</id><published>2009-05-15T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:26:14.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Blog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Sg2JiXZO29I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fAWxmha0c6s/s1600-h/Lovely_Blog_Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336072356992310226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Sg2JiXZO29I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fAWxmha0c6s/s320/Lovely_Blog_Award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://livingdaytodaywithmultiplesclerosis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tara&lt;/a&gt; for a wonderful award....You made my day....And no wonder you got that in the first place for all that you are goin through in your life....&lt;br /&gt;But as of now I will not be able to pass it on as I haven't had time to check out many blogs and would like to do it after that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-1089341516643772828?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1089341516643772828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=1089341516643772828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1089341516643772828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1089341516643772828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovely-blog-award.html' title='Lovely Blog Award'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Sg2JiXZO29I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fAWxmha0c6s/s72-c/Lovely_Blog_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-3129651699849954149</id><published>2009-05-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:19:12.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>my piano class</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well since my last post kind of went a little down.....Somehow that happens for me when I talk about changes...though I eventually get used to it.....Ok...we are not takin that thread again.I did another of my "firsts" yesterday.And it was learning piano..I started takin piano classes,knowing how I will waste my time during these two months and boy thats refreshing and great.I ve nver felt like this before.Basically because,I am a kind of person who has thought on my mind running nonstop no matter what I do...And its not distracting me,but even then I wont like it.But yesterday and today for that matter when I sat and practiced I never had one stray thought in my mind...Man thats called concentration I guess.And anyhow it was all the more fun...I do hope I get better at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-3129651699849954149?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/3129651699849954149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=3129651699849954149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3129651699849954149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/3129651699849954149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-piano-class.html' title='my piano class'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-4385952186330760301</id><published>2009-05-14T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:19:33.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a week since I posted.Well I was kind of busy wit my exams and moving.Well I just hate the packing and the moving very much,because I am a very lazy person and I hate changes in my life.Even if the change is something that I used to previously,and in this case me moving to my home for the vacation.I don't know I have been living there my whole life and I somehow feel uncomfortable in going there because somehow I just don't like changes evn of this magnitude.If I have got used to somthing then there is no way I would like to change it.And I am pretty sure that I will feel the same way when I come back to hostel for the next sem because by that time I know that I would have got used to my home.I dont know somehow this seems very weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;Ya so from today I am pretty sure that I would start posting regularly again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-4385952186330760301?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/4385952186330760301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=4385952186330760301&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4385952186330760301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/4385952186330760301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-has-been-almost-week-since-i-posted.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-790579593787878660</id><published>2009-05-05T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:11:02.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Heart Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395267982763330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/SgB5PnYWJUI/AAAAAAAAADI/PdAR1KswjaM/s320/goldenheart%2Bfrom%2Bjane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the first award for my blog...And I feel so happy for it...thank you &lt;a href="http://amusingsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;aMusings&lt;/a&gt; for this award...And guys do check her blog out..Its great...One of the first blogs that I started to follow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now to give this award for my favourite blogs out there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all,Its &lt;a href="http://mandatoryhappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Felicity&lt;/a&gt;.Her blog is one of my all time favourites..The way she expresses her feelings will make me go(wow...I thought of that too....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second is &lt;a href="http://chocolatecovereddaydreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;chocolate covered daydreams&lt;/a&gt;,coz reading her blog makes me understand life in a broader sense....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third is,&lt;a href="http://inmysadlittleopinion.blogspot.com/"&gt; in my sad little opinion&lt;/a&gt;,I like the way he expresses and the way he puts it into words....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know that &lt;a href="http://livingdaytodaywithmultiplesclerosis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Living Day to Day with Multiple Sclerosis&lt;/a&gt; already got this award from aMusings but I ll nominate her again(sorry if its against the rules....)But I just can't stop thinking how strong she would be with so many things going on in her life....I really admire you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally I would like to give is,&lt;a href="http://thepaperfence.blogspot.com/"&gt; the paper fence&lt;/a&gt;,enjoy looking at his blog..I liked the dreams post especially as I myself like my dreams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy about this award and will be even more special being my first one thank you &lt;a href="http://amusingsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;aMusings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pass this Golden Heart Award to 5 blogs that mean something to you, and do not forget to tell them they got this treat. And include the picture in your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-790579593787878660?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/790579593787878660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=790579593787878660&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/790579593787878660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/790579593787878660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/golden-heart-award.html' title='Golden Heart Award'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/SgB5PnYWJUI/AAAAAAAAADI/PdAR1KswjaM/s72-c/goldenheart%2Bfrom%2Bjane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-7481454507604440154</id><published>2009-05-02T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:20:09.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Lost friendship... or is it really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Never shall i forget the days i spent with you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours."&lt;br /&gt;-Ludwig Van Beethoven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what this quote tells to you when you read this...But it definitely tells a lot of things for me...Not only this quote but any friendship quote or poem reminds me of just one person..Because of whom I believe in friendship and I respect it...When I think of those days spent with my childhood friend with whom I couldn't spend time with any more due to reasons that I am afraid I can't tell....I'll almost always be close to tears with a longing if I would even see her again...But there has not been a single time that I've forgot her,when I think about my life and my friends who added colour and joy to it....Have you ever written your friends' names on your notebooks or desks or on anything for that matter when you were a child...As in listing out in a piece of paper all your treasured friends well I have done that many times during my school days....even now for that matter but just in my mind...and every time her name will be the first one that pops out in my head...I know that it was my decision that we should stop talking,and at that time I thought I would not regret it because I waited three whole years for her to change and become her old self...I gave her many chances tried to tell her to revert but she didn't know why her best friend who always loved her no matter what she did,who always stood by her(even when she did something wrong),who always was her key partner in all the childish naughty things they did together,above all who was her childhood friend since their fourth grade wanted her to change ...It was not her mistake that she changed like that..She was innocent to believe everyone who comes in to her life....May be it was my fault for not telling her the good from the bad...well at that time I thought I did tell her...But when I think about every thing happened after that day during our ninth grade..Well I don't think I convinced her enough,to choose between the good and the bad....Now I regret everything that I did when it came to her,I know I did a good job staying her close friend for three years even after knowing that she would never be her my old friend again....But I know what I should have done on that October day in 2005,I shouldn't have given up my hope,I shouldn't have told her that she has become a totally different person and that she was not whom I've seen during my 9th grade...and that I never wanted to talk with her again....I should have went and said that though she has changed...I'll be fine with that(I know I wouldn't have but that's why friends are there for right?)And that she is the closest thing to a sister that I have...And that she will always be my treasured friend come what may...I never did these things...Instead I choose a different path...Though it seemed right that day...now even after all these years I still miss her...I still think of her as my number one friend...I still talk to my other friends about her...I know why I chose that decision that day...I chose that because I thought that we would never be as close as we used to be...and that If I left her then at least it would be without a fight(I mainly wanted this because the last thing I wanted was a fight with one person whom I still feel would never be replaced in my heart for a true friend ....May be I expected her to come back to me...Telling that she would try changing,but she never did...I know why because she saw it too...And she didn't want our friendship to end badly either...Why am I telling you about her,well because I thought I haven't written about the one person that I truly miss in this whole world even when I am surrounded by loads of people...And the only person I know very well that I could be myself with...and the only person who truly knew me (even more than my mom)...I don't even know where she is right now...But thats OK because for me she ll always be my best friend ever....&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post on friendship in my blog...And I dedicate every quote and every post related to friendship to her....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being in my life Di...Thank you for making me what I am...I miss you and I am still sorry for that day(the only time I ever hurt you...)I am truly sorry...I will always be your friend...Please continue to be mine too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-7481454507604440154?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7481454507604440154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=7481454507604440154&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7481454507604440154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/7481454507604440154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-friandship-or-is-it-really.html' title='Lost friendship... or is it really?'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-1167728686150013615</id><published>2009-04-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:20:29.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>choices freak me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;desufnoc? Yep am definitely confused....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many choices in life that we need to make...Is it just me or does everyone complicate life's simple decisions and then get confused totally as to what to choose...I am in a stage of my life where I need to make an important decision.A choice between two paths....And man I like both of them equally,I am telling you this is not just a simple decision too.This has been running in my mind kind of like a loop without getting a proper answer to it for a couple of years now.And no matter in what way I prioritise things, I still feel that I equally love both of the choices.&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuggghhhh I just wish that there was one more choice saying both a and b.How I wish.Why?can't it be there seriously....I demand an answer...I guess this is one of the reason why I am not able to sleep no matter how hard I try for the past ten hours(something that comes for me without much effort)...And I am exhausted as well with one of my endsem just getting over today.And about the choices you would have guessed it's "what will I do after my ug?"I am a person who would like to keep everything in life simple. I am a "live every moment" "go with the flow" take life as it comes" type of a person.I do plan a little bit(my friends actually say that I am quite a planner)may be for the evening or couple of days or to the max may be a week but not more than that.This is the first time ever that I thought about future as in "future".And I am freaked out like anything inside.&lt;br /&gt;For a person who gets confused over petite(if there is a word much better than this to describe even the tiniest decision i need to make I would gladly use that) choices of "this or that" choosing a lifetime career path is OMG I can't even imagine how difficult it is.&lt;br /&gt;And about the choices i ll tell you later.....&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/8002766566704546155-1167728686150013615?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1167728686150013615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=1167728686150013615&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1167728686150013615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1167728686150013615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/choices-freak-me-out.html' title='choices freak me out'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-242093750505816455</id><published>2009-04-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:20:46.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav movies'/><title type='text'>It's gonna be love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I think people who would have seen the movie "A Walk To Remember" should have heard this song in the background in a really good scene(It's actually one of my favourite scenes in the movie but then,I love every scene in the movie...). Anyways about this song.This is only a part of the Mandy Moore "It's gonna be love" song.I just typed in this part because I just love these lines like anything.I don't know if its because of the movie but OMG this lyrics is tooooo goooooood.Go ahead read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be Love&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be great&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be more then I can take&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be free&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be real&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna change everything I feel&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be sad&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be true&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be me baby&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be you baby&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be...Its gonna be Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Every line in this song says how a person in love would feel.I know its simple but then heart likes it simple (and of course vaishu likes it simple too)One of my friend actually has this part as her startup music in her laptop.and I kind of outrun her in writing about this song.And also about the movie "A walk to remember".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the movie here it goes.....People who haven't seen the movie please please please do see it coz you are missing something really great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is actually based on the novel by the same name by the author Nicholas Sparks.A really good author but one thing I've noticed in his books are that mostly it has sad endings at least the ones that I read or heard about do.And that's why I kind of hesitate to read his books.Because watching a sad ending in movie is quite different from reading it from a book.I usually cry if there is a sad ending in a book that I read.Let's not take that thread here.Anyways coming back to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically how a famous high school guy Landon Carter(Shane West.....*sigh*) is made to participate in the school's spring play(more of a musical) for a prank that he does (which goes awfully wrong).And he is forced to interact with a schoolmate of his Jamie Sullivann(Mandy Moore).He starts by asking her to help him out with his part in the musical(he ll be getting it all wrong and wouldn't be having a choice here).And she agrees to help him on one condition (Here comes my favourite part) that he should not fall in love with her,landon laughs it off thinking that jamie would be the last person that he would fall in love with.....And then Its basically......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna tell you until the next post about this which I ll make sure is not going to be for sometime...&lt;br /&gt;I love to make people wait and make them curious about it...If you are too curious watch the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-242093750505816455?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/242093750505816455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=242093750505816455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/242093750505816455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/242093750505816455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-gonna-be-love.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be love'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-9012026382589942337</id><published>2009-04-29T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:24:06.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>"I am what I am"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;This post is the first one that I ve started telling you guys about me. And I thought of starting with what I believe in the most and that is "my principles".When you see me you would get an idea that I am a "happy-go-lucky person with no principles and who enjoys life as it comes".Well ok what am I kidding, I am most of it but not the "with no principles" part. Yes I do have my own principles. Well now you would have already got one of principles guessed rightly after reading my blog....and that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:URW Palladio L;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:URW Palladio L;"&gt;"be passionate about what you believe in and don't be scared to talk about it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;his is my first and foremost principle in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Why should you be scared if you think differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;"&gt;Thinking differently is what makes you unique,why would you want to lose your identity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Why should you be scared to tell what you believe in out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;"&gt;Tell what you believe in out loud,only then would people truly understand what type of a person you are. I mean let's face it no one in this world would truly understand what you believe in unless you tell them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;Why should you be scared about what others think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;"&gt;It's your life you and only you are going to live it,not some idiot(sorry for using this but I really hate people who criticize or make fun of others in a really "not funny" way)who talks behind your back(these ppl are so low,trust me you shouldn't even care what they think about you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Nimbus Roman No9 L, serif;"&gt;Why do you want to lose your independence by feeling insecure about being left out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;"&gt;People whom you love,and who knows about you will surely continue to love you and understand you,so never feel insecure and think that you would be left out if you stand for what you believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:AlMateen;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-size:130%;"&gt;OK now the main thing is here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arab;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you know that what you believe in is correct in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arab;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arab;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Well always answer these questions before you decide on anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;Would it hurt you in anyway?(mental/physically/philosophically...I don't know I said "anyway" so think in all possible angles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;Would it hurt someone else?(again in all possible angles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you feel that it is correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:AlMateen;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you have answered a "no" to the first two questions and a "yes" to the last question,from your heart. Then it's definitely ok to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:AlMateen;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:AlMateen;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;If it turns out to be a mistake then it means you have done some part of the analyzing wrongly. But then don't take it too hard on yourself,after all humans are allowed to do mistakes. It's what you learn from them that matters the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Schoolbook L, serif;"&gt;This is what I follow and it has never failed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:URW Chancery L;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:URW Chancery L;font-size:130%;"&gt;"They all laugh at me because I am different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:URW Chancery L;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:URW Chancery L;"&gt;And I laugh at them because they are all the same"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:URW Chancery L;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:URW Chancery L;"&gt;You see that's attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arab;font-size:130%;"&gt;Be unique in your own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arab;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Respect other's principles in the same way as you respect yours. Well just because you don't believe in their principles doesn't mean that theirs' are stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arab;font-size:130%;"&gt;Trying to fit in is a good thing,but people concentrate on it so much that eventually they lose their individuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Here I am again,I do this every time. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt; start to say something then I get too involved in it that I branch out widely even before I go fully in to the topic and finally forget why I started this in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Ya so basically I am a principle oriented person. That being the whole point of this post(and I deviated as usual).And I have loads of principles,some good,some bad(trying to change those),and some crazy(this is what makes life interesting).But again a human being,is a mixture all the three right?In that way I think I am fit to be under that category.....But personally I think I have the third one in a greater proportion than the other two.... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;More on my other so called "principles" later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:UnBatang;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='&quot;I am what I am&quot;'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-875667517477069241</id><published>2009-04-29T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:24:34.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>THE ROAD NOT TAKEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oh, I marked the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And that has made all the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost on his own poetry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One stanza of 'The Road Not Taken' was written while I was sitting on a sofa in the middle of England: Was found &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_three" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_top" keyword="three" display="inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; or four years later, and I couldn't bear not to finish it. I wasn't thinking about myself there, but about a friend who had gone off to war, a person who, whichever road he went, would be sorry he didn't go the other. He was hard on himself that way." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread Loaf Writers' Conference, 23 Aug. 1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You guys should have read this poem in your high school.This is my most favourite poem.It made me think about life's tough choices and the practicality of it for the first time.I still remember my teacher's words and the way I listened to her.You know in life you'll get that sad feeling when you know that something that awesome existed and you didn't know about it sooner, well that day I had that feeling. What Frost says here is very much applicable to everyone.Often in life we take a choice,then we start thinking about the other one and how we would have ended up if we had taken that instead.And at this time of my life I feel the same way.I think I am kind of like Frost's friend that he mentions about and thats exactly what I dont want to turn into :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But more on that in the next post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[i don't want to steal Frost's thunder here ;) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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/8002766566704546155-875667517477069241?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-973157701452083655</id><published>2009-04-21T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:24:44.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>quotes !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever since I was a kid I used to have this craze for quotes....I dont know why but I just love them....And as I ve in my plan before I have decided to add a new quote in my blog everytime I create a new post...And this is going to be my first one...And yeah one more thing that I want to mention here..The quote that is below my blog title well I created it on my own [ if you could see me right now you would actually see me beaming with pride....I mean come on I created it :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways my top favourite quote is already mentioned in this blog but its really worth mentioning twice.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YOU DID SOMETHING FOR THE FIRST TIME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;KEEP DISCOVERING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-973157701452083655?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/973157701452083655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=973157701452083655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/973157701452083655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/973157701452083655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/quotes.html' title='quotes !!!!!'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-1849882446811476466</id><published>2009-04-21T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:25:13.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav songs'/><title type='text'>My most fav song</title><content type='html'>I NEED TO WAKE UP&lt;br /&gt;                       -Melissa Etheridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i been sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been so still&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of crumbling&lt;br /&gt;Have i been careless?&lt;br /&gt;Dismissing all the distant rumblings&lt;br /&gt;Take me where i am supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;To comprehend the things that i can’t see&lt;br /&gt;Cause i need to move&lt;br /&gt;(*) I need to wake up&lt;br /&gt;I need to change&lt;br /&gt;I need to shake up&lt;br /&gt;I need to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Something’s got to break up&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been asleep&lt;br /&gt;And i need to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Now(*)&lt;br /&gt;And as a child&lt;br /&gt;I danced like it was 1999&lt;br /&gt;My dreams were wild&lt;br /&gt;The promise of this new world&lt;br /&gt;Would be mine&lt;br /&gt;Now i am throwing off the carelessness of youth&lt;br /&gt;To listen to an inconvenient truth&lt;br /&gt;That i need to move&lt;br /&gt;(*)(*)&lt;br /&gt;NowI am not an island&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am my intentions&lt;br /&gt;Trapped here in this flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;And i need to move&lt;br /&gt;(*)(*)&lt;br /&gt;(*)(*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well there it is my most favourite song....Loved it from the very first time I heard it...Its actually the song in the famous documentary An Inconvinient Truth (which is also my favourite).I like it because It kind of tells how I was and probably still am....All of us are the same way except for few who actually do something about what they care...For those who dont even have a clue about what I am talking about well here it goes...This song is about how we are actually so careless about our environment and our planet Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We have to wake up for the fact that our Earth is in fact (well how should I put it?) "goin down the drain"(I have no other phrase that matches perfectly with the situation that we are in right now).And few in this world who do care about it never come up with any solutions or anything...Well If I go on in this track then I wont anything to talk about in climatology secction which I am planning to do in this blog...Whenever I hear this song I get inspired like anything....This song is one of the reasons why I am standing firm in my decision of changing my field to climatology(more on that later)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Please try listening to it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(bear with me for the way I ve typed down the lyrics.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-1849882446811476466?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/1849882446811476466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=1849882446811476466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1849882446811476466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/1849882446811476466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-most-fav-song.html' title='My most fav song'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-7796329095524463359</id><published>2009-04-21T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:25:34.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav songs'/><title type='text'>my  fav songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are loads of songs which are my favourite and I will post their lyrics and mention why I like them.Because I dont like to be a critic when it comes to anything that I am not good at.So it will be my favourite for my own reasons and if you feel like you ll like it too,then please do take sometime to listen to these songs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-7796329095524463359?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/7796329095524463359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=7796329095524463359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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broke my specs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before I start with this whole episode of how I broke my specs....Let me tell you in what kind of a situation I was in, before and after I broke it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;            As I am doing my B.E. in computer science, they usually give us mini projects in couple of subjects every semester.And this sem too we did have two projects and jaya(my teammate) gave me two parts to do in the project and I didn't even start any of it yet(the project was due couple of days later) a typical example of how I lead my life....Its one principle I hate but still end up following it everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principle being "Why do it today when you can always do it tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And FYI this is one very bad situation......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So we planned to go to Harini's place(my other teammate) to do the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And well this is where it actually starts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went to my room after the classes got over and started packing stuffs.And for some reason I kept my specs on my bed(important part) and carried on with my other works....After just couple of minutes I took my bag to keep my laptop in it.... And well guess where I kept my bag???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes thats right,I kept it exactly on my specs(why do I forget stuffs like this).and when I placed my laptop inside it I heard a (tuk) noise and when i removed my bag from the bed I saw my specs lying there broken..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you know my specs actually chooses days that are supposed to be quite important in someway(coz the last time it broke it was during my endsemester).And this time its even more worse...I have to do a bit of travelling and to do that without my specs is kind of like... I dont know freaky maybe....Its not that I have too much power but its just like missing a part of me....And its weird... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But anyways I managed to go to her home that day....And we managed to finish the project somehow and only when I was returning to my hostel the next day did I realise something..... Tada... guess what, I get to do a brand new "first" unintentionally that day which is ... living a whole day(esp travelling) without my specs and it was kindof was fun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok so thats the end of that story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I am pretty sure that I ll never run of stories like these....Bcoz I am bound to do something like this almost everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-8745078930079526054?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/8745078930079526054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=8745078930079526054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8745078930079526054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/8745078930079526054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/oops-i-broke-my-specs.html' title='&quot;OOPS&quot; I broke my specs'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-5859305624136189948</id><published>2009-04-16T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:26:21.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>overall plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okie so here is my over all organisation that I am going to put into effect for this blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its going to be like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1.Its going to have a favourite quote part where I will make it a point that everytime I post a new topic I also add a new quote in this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2.It will have a climatology section where I am going to write abt interesting stuffs about climate and how its getting affected and etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3.It will be havin a section where I describe my favourite movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4.It will be havin a section where I describe my favourite books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5.It will be havin a section where I describe my favourite music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6.It will be havin a section where I describe a little about philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7.It is going to have a section about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8.And last but not the least about the situations(Its described in "my plan")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thats about it for now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am actually telling this to myself more than to you,well because I am pretty sure  that I ll forget it if I don't put it down somewhere.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-5859305624136189948?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/5859305624136189948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=5859305624136189948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5859305624136189948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/5859305624136189948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/overall-plans.html' title='overall plans'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-2117616500746958213</id><published>2009-04-16T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:26:31.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>My plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I started to think about what I should actually start doing with this whole blog thing, I came up with this idea(some might think it's crazy but I think its fun).I dont know how much I would be able to accomplish it in this blog but I might as well try it..Here it goes...Have you ever thought if you could relive certain moments of your life and redo certain things properly so that everything goes well or just did the whole thing in your mind and thought about how it would have changed your life, well I have done it loads of times(see now you know how I exactly sit through my classes and manage to try listening to whatever the prof says and not sleep in trying to do so,doing this whole "reliving" thing in my mind is like a second nature to me)(I jump back and forth from reality to my own "whatever you call it")...sometimes I may be thinking if I would ever have ended up in better scenario than now and sometimes just for the fun of it(kind of like reliving your past moments)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And this is how I usually end up learning lessons from my past experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since doing this whole thing in my mind is tiring me down and hey I am missing all those lectures too lol... I ve decided to do this whole thing in my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I ll try making it interesting as far as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeah so,the rules go like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be posting situations that actually happened in my life and also include how I reacted in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then try doin kutty kutty changes in the way I reacted and see what the result is and then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tada we get a new ending for it and also learn a new lesson from it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are welcome to post our comments in it too.(say how you would react to it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And one more thing is that due to privacy reasons I ll be changing the names of the characters other than me so that (I dont know ppl usually do that when they narrate a story and so will I) it kind of remains a mystery(lol).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thats about it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know this actually sounds fun.I could choose my own ending for my life's situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8002766566704546155-2117616500746958213?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2117616500746958213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=2117616500746958213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2117616500746958213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2117616500746958213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-plan.html' title='My plan'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8002766566704546155.post-2693052993295334454</id><published>2009-04-16T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:27:18.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>Geez... doin something for the first time is fun... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well this is my first blog that I have ever created.You guys should be knowing how special every "first" in your lives is and it is the same for me too.The only things that I always try never forgetting are my "firsts" in everything coz they are special in everyway , you learn something new everytime(whether it's good or bad we ll be thinking about it only later..).But lately I ve been doing the same old thing again and again and again and again and again and again(boy was that boring....!)And so i decided to do something pretty big, for the first time(ofcourse after a break coz I used have loads of firsts in my life before this "doin the same thing" started with me all of a sudden,man what was I even thinking) and here I am sitting with my laptop and creating my first blog.I never gave much thought to this before and I kind of did this whole thing in the spur of the moment...And WOW this is fun...Its like me talking using my keyboard lol...(for ppl who haven't yet seen my profile here is a fact about me..... I love talking....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So as of now I am in to this resolution of maintaining this blog properly.Which I think I would....I mean who wouldn't coz this is loads of fun...Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As a classic finisher for my first post in this blog let me quote one of my favourite sayings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When was the last time you did something for the first time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Keep Discovering "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/8002766566704546155-2693052993295334454?l=galagaltalks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/feeds/2693052993295334454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8002766566704546155&amp;postID=2693052993295334454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2693052993295334454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8002766566704546155/posts/default/2693052993295334454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galagaltalks.blogspot.com/2009/04/geez-doin-something-for-firsttime-is.html' title='Geez... doin something for the first time is fun... :)'/><author><name>chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08774479879064234673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tgmxmajYsHQ/Shr4Hf2eLXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/geCqjzh2KzQ/S220/girl_in_love_in_the_sunset.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
