<?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-5336538</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:15:18.221+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Melon</title><subtitle type='html'>"Sometime in your life you will go on a journey. It will be the longest journey you have ever taken. It is the journey to find yourself." Anonymous</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-112245327145354673</id><published>2005-07-27T14:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:54:29.580+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3910/176/1600/skd283367sdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3910/176/320/skd283367sdc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still here. I am quitting blogging. I mean i will still be here in the blogworld posting my nonsense in my other blog which sadly cannot be thrown open for public viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no inclination to blog here no more. This small break has been good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just say that these 2 yrs of blogging have been great. I have met people (online) from all over the world, gotten an insight into their lives, their country and i have realised that we are all connected in some way or the other. Same problems, same happiness, same sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone single one on my blog list are Cool people. Un-cool people have no place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want make this post all musy and sappy so am just go get outta here and wish each and everyone of you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;all the best for the future and in all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thankyou: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;April,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;  Arvind Iyer&lt;/span&gt;,  Ashwin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Aya&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Candyfroggie&lt;/span&gt;, Ciance, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Gaurav&lt;/span&gt;,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Gracey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Hanagirl&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  Huladoula&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jarrod&lt;/span&gt; ,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;,  Jessica&lt;/span&gt;, Joe&lt;/span&gt;,  John,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kaydee&lt;/span&gt;, Kathy,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Khushee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Mae,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Meeta&lt;/span&gt;, Michael,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Mz. Penny,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nefisa&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Pradeep,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pranshu,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  Pravin,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Raven lee&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rica,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Silver , &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sonali&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sudhon&lt;/span&gt;,Tanya , &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&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/5336538-112245327145354673?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/112245327145354673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/112245327145354673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112245327145354673' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-112021203231861635</id><published>2005-07-01T15:57:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:00:32.323+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3910/176/1600/calm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3910/176/320/calm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Silence~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Status:Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you end of july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&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/5336538-112021203231861635?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/112021203231861635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/112021203231861635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112021203231861635' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-112004371789971323</id><published>2005-06-29T17:05:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T17:16:52.873+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You start reading blogs.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You start a blog.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You become really personal on your site as the online and real-life worlds start confusing you.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You faux "retire" from blogging.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You cave back into blogging in about a month or 2.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You decide to "get serious" about blogging.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You have a pseudo flirty im/blogging/flickr flirting relationship with another blogger you have never met.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You deside that you must meet other bloggers.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You take a step back and metablog about blogging and what blogging has done about your blogging.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;See step 4.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You decide that as a result of step 9 and having repeated step 4 more than 3 times in the course of your lifecycle as a blogger, that you need to sanitize or reinvent your blog.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You either lose your job because of blogging, are afraid of losing your job for blogging, or join a company that builds blogging tools.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You decide to start an anonymous livejournal blog.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Taken from &lt;a href="http://surinderxx.blogspot.com/2005/06/he-he-so-true-abt-blogging.html"&gt;Surinder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolll..... wait till u see tomorrow's post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-112004371789971323?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/112004371789971323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/112004371789971323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112004371789971323' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111986409045685544</id><published>2005-06-27T15:20:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T15:28:30.610+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining men hallelujah!.....Its raining men. No it isn't, its just raining and my hair is all frizzy, the roads have potholes, my clothes won't get dry coz today is Mr. Sun's day off. Its dark n gloomy and i just feel so blah! And no having my monthlies does not help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/raingirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do love the rains...makes me want to be a kid again and go out in the mud, dig for earthworms and fling it on unsuspecting souls...heheehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111986409045685544?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111986409045685544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111986409045685544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111986409045685544' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111960267985590552</id><published>2005-06-24T14:40:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:47:12.573+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://truespectra.workbookstock.com/wbcomp_ind/XMGO/XMGO-000/XMGO-00056.fpx?cell=300,300&amp;cvt=jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Been looking for a dream to escape to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;hoping to find the door to another world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;make me feel like i belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the deep trenched silences i learnt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;that someone will always make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;far away from home i find a long lost song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;in strange new places where they don't know my name....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111960267985590552?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111960267985590552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111960267985590552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111960267985590552' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111926455460439031</id><published>2005-06-20T16:47:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:03:20.700+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.secretgarden.no/lowband/gfx/album_white.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.secretgarden.no/lowband/gfx/0_o.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;nce upon a time, two children overheard their parents plan to abandon them in a forest, as they could not afford to feed them. But the children cleverly gathered small white stones, and on their journey into the forest, they secretly dropped them onto the ground. At nightfall, left alone, the moon illuminated the white stones, and the reflection became their guiding light. So the fairytale about Hansel and Gretel goes. Maybe each song on this album can be compared to a white stone? Listen - and let them lead you into your own secret garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtsey their website &lt;a href="http://www.secretgarden.no/"&gt;Secret Garden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;An Amazing album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Melancholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Highly recommended for people who listen to Enya or are fans of celtic music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fans of rock and heavy metal...stay away!&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;pre id="line1186"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can listen to samples of their music &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000001ES4/103-5827552-2354218"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111926455460439031?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111926455460439031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111926455460439031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111926455460439031' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111891724707206497</id><published>2005-06-16T16:19:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:21:46.486+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Some questions still remain unanswered. why you did what you did? why i am doing what i am? guess we cant have answers to everything or life would become way too simple to be interesting. the mystique keeps the adrenaline pumping. always looking our for the thing the one answer when we are gonna make our peace with everything. but we know dont we? we just dont ever wanna find that answer. its the quest not the destination of it thats important. if i could see u once, just once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-From someone I know.&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/5336538-111891724707206497?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111891724707206497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111891724707206497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111891724707206497' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111874792456433791</id><published>2005-06-14T17:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:18:44.570+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/Greeneye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there always a moment when u start to fall out of love, whether it's with a person, a thing or an idea or just about anything...which i guess means, that things can never quite be the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111874792456433791?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111874792456433791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111874792456433791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111874792456433791' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111865226278317748</id><published>2005-06-13T14:35:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:44:22.790+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/dreams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was an interesting day. More so when unexpected events unfolded later in the night..hmmmmmmmmm. Guess I'll just leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111865226278317748?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111865226278317748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111865226278317748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111865226278317748' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111847767448775245</id><published>2005-06-11T14:06:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:46:06.113+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged By Sonu ponu so here goes &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Candy&lt;br /&gt;-Candu (Nobody DARE Call me tht....my relatives used to call me that when i was small...unfortunately they still do it!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Kitty ( Only my mom calls me this. Thankfully she doesn't call me by tht nick in front of nebody else!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Candy&lt;br /&gt;-Candz&lt;br /&gt;-Candie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Most definitely eyes ( doesn't matter that am a blind bat without my lenses!)&lt;br /&gt;-Lips *grins*&lt;br /&gt;-er...I think hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My hair&lt;br /&gt;-My height&lt;br /&gt;-My weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sarcastic sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;-Perserverance&lt;br /&gt;-Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Losing the people that I love&lt;br /&gt;-Failure&lt;br /&gt;-Marriage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have a bath. Never leave home without having a bath!!&lt;br /&gt;-Reading the Times of India every morning&lt;br /&gt;-Saying a small prayer before I leave the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brown top&lt;br /&gt;-Blue Jeans&lt;br /&gt;-Swiss Watch ( I am addicted to my watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Trust&lt;br /&gt;-Space&lt;br /&gt;- of course..love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never really been in love&lt;br /&gt;-Have had tequila&lt;br /&gt;-Watched porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Build&lt;br /&gt;-Eyes..I like men who have that soft look&lt;br /&gt;-Hands...*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Since it is indeed cloudy...I too want to have Bhelpuri...or ragda pattis...yumm&lt;br /&gt;-Buy new shoes&lt;br /&gt;-Want to read '100 years of solitude'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have already chosen my career path, i will change it to careers that I thought i would be able to make it big in..of course i was only dreaming so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Popstar...yeah yeah laugh all u want. It took me quite a while to realise i can't sing!!&lt;br /&gt;-Tennis player ( Am good at this...i'll give u a match anyday!)&lt;br /&gt;-Stand-up comedian ( its ok to be astonished here!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Goa&lt;br /&gt;-Dubai&lt;br /&gt;-London ( very expensive city!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;-Dave&lt;br /&gt;-Amelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bungee jump&lt;br /&gt;-Meet atleast a couple of bloggers in India and abroad&lt;br /&gt;-Meet my cousins in Canada. I have never seen or met them in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kaydee&lt;br /&gt;-Ben&lt;br /&gt;-April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111847767448775245?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111847767448775245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111847767448775245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111847767448775245' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111813231445729137</id><published>2005-06-07T14:14:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:55:53.653+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to give my contact lenses for sterilisation today. For the past week I had some trouble keeping the lenses in my eye for more than 4 hours. I noticed white spots at the rim of the lenses and i knew it had protein build-up. I am not surprised really cause inspite of wearing a helmet while driving, I still get a lot of dirt in my eyes. Thats the problem with soft lenses...can't use them for more than 6-7 months. I see lasik as a option in the near future. But its quite expensive so i'll have to save a lot for the lasik procedure itself plus the countless tests that they conduct prior to it. Meanwhile what do we do about the increasing pollution in Pune. I think Pune is the 4th most polluted city after Mumbai, Delhi and Kolkata. Weather wise things aren't looking so good either!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111813231445729137?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111813231445729137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111813231445729137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111813231445729137' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111804740552440172</id><published>2005-06-06T14:36:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:55:34.636+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My feet ache, my hands hurt...in one line the shopping was great! Although it did seem like the whole of Pune was in the newly opened mall cause they were so many people in there. Its quite fulfilling to walk outta the mall with big huge bags *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way Pranshu (thanks for the sms!) but ur comment box won't work and ur tag-board refuses to let me type anything in there. Plus I don't like Ayesha Takia, i wonder why she always has to stick out her boobs n walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dead sure you are going to crib about me always disagreeing on anything that you like ;) *kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh, and Ben thanks :)  taking "digs" at each other really helped me perk up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111804740552440172?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111804740552440172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111804740552440172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111804740552440172' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111778844543100868</id><published>2005-06-03T14:45:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:47:25.436+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/thumb/dexph132_015.jpg?x=x&amp;a=dexph132_015&amp;amp;b=DEX&amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does unhappiness cause us to have  breakdown in our virtues??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111778844543100868?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111778844543100868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111778844543100868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111778844543100868' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111771026731209060</id><published>2005-06-02T16:57:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:06:43.900+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Atleast the recently engaged Paris Hilton has some sense to not take on her Boyfriend Paris Latsis's surname when they do get married ( we all know how long tht is going to last!!). Imagine all the confusion since they both share the same first name. I just know these guys are gonna go the Britney Spears and her 'loser husband's' way and do a reality show about themselves....Question here is "who the bloody hell in their right mind would want to watch tht!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111771026731209060?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111771026731209060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111771026731209060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111771026731209060' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111718159512703011</id><published>2005-05-27T14:10:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:15:24.730+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girl called Freena in my class who for some strange reason thinks she is my friend. And for some strange reason has taken upon herself the liberty to call me up every two weeks just to say "hi".&lt;br /&gt;The disadvantage of haven a cellophane I tell you......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111718159512703011?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111718159512703011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111718159512703011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111718159512703011' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111711220823010548</id><published>2005-05-26T18:55:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:56:48.236+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Women are phenomenal. I don't give a fuck about public opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111711220823010548?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111711220823010548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111711220823010548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111711220823010548' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111702315125791635</id><published>2005-05-25T18:08:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:12:31.263+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=" http://www.nbc.com/nbc/The_Contender/images/recap/w15_p6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooohooo! Sergio Mora won the title of the Contender plus a million bucks in his fight with Peter Manfredo. Am so glad Sergio won instead of Peter coz he needed the money more than anything else. Sergio was the first to admit that he comes from the ghettos and it was his dream to win a million bucks just so that his mom does not have to struggle to make ends meet anymore. God Bless his heart. Too bad NBC has to be convinced that the show deserves another season...like duh of course remove American Idol from the time-slot and see what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...no more reality TV posts...i'll try ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111702315125791635?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111702315125791635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111702315125791635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111702315125791635' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111691921322389468</id><published>2005-05-24T13:18:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:20:13.226+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt; Three weeks after her wedding day, Joanna called her minister. "Reverend," she wailed, "John and I had a DREADFUL fight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down, my child," said the minister, "it's not half as bad as you think. Every marriage has to have its first fight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know!" said Joanna. "But what am I going to do with the BODY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all just lurrrrve marriages ;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111691921322389468?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111691921322389468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111691921322389468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111691921322389468' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111658181322803939</id><published>2005-05-20T15:34:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T15:36:53.233+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know u have a thing for ur exam supervisor...when everytime he comes and stands next to you...you have the utmost difficulty in writing your answer! Cute guys as supervisors should therefore to help Candy pass...should be banned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111658181322803939?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111658181322803939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111658181322803939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111658181322803939' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111572371671128631</id><published>2005-05-10T17:07:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:42:15.353+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you guys are hooked onto the Reality TV Show&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "The Contender"&lt;/span&gt; but I definitely have! and one of my favourites Anthony "The Bullet" Bonsante lost to *puke* jesse Brinkley who won by a stroke of shit luck *Double puke* But there is a chance to watch Anthony again Fight again but only if he receives enough votes and unfortunately he hasn't, Joey Gilbert *MR HOT* is a wee bit ahead on the votes. I would've voted for Joey but Anthony and his whole determined to win for his two kids father ordeal has my heart and my vote. So guys plz go to &lt;a href="http://contender.tv.yahoo.com/01/fanfavorites.html"&gt;The Contender&lt;/a&gt; and vote for the man below .....ANTHONY BONSANTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/tv/contender/01/assets/slideshow/episode12/o_pref_anthony_photos_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh And you guys have to vote every single day till May 20th&lt;/span&gt;....if thts not askin for too much :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111572371671128631?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111572371671128631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111572371671128631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111572371671128631' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111520310155313871</id><published>2005-05-04T16:37:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T16:38:21.560+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yagoohoogle.com/"&gt;Yagoohoogle&lt;/a&gt; lets you run a search and compare, side by side, the results from Google &amp; Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the word Yagoohoogle sounds fun!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111520310155313871?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111520310155313871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111520310155313871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111520310155313871' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111434282893769634</id><published>2005-04-24T17:27:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T17:40:28.936+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/thumb/brxbxp131253.jpg?x=x&amp;a=brxbxp131253&amp;amp;b=BRX&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining quite heavily right now and its gotten quite dark and am like totally feelin hungry HAHAHA weird coz i just ate a cake like thingy 2 hrs ago! hmmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz I just wanted to let you guys know that am off on a bloggin break for i don't know how long. I might post somethin in between but not on a regular basis. I got my final exams on May 16th. Am shit scared of Statistics coz we barely had any lectures on tht and I have to end up tryin to figure out how to do it myself...not a good idea!! Plus i've got to find a company tht takes interns and work in their HR dept. for our summer project ( stress level high) coz a lot of companies don't take interns specifically for their HR dept and therefore God alone knows where am going to find one!! Gosh I hope i find a good company and I hope it isn't at one end of Pune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like do you think all this stress is makin me hungry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did i mention this by the way is my recover post...AWAHOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111434282893769634?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111434282893769634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111434282893769634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111434282893769634' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111408383111107512</id><published>2005-04-21T17:42:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:43:51.113+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't like uploaded all the pics and the camera quality is bad coz its fairly old But the pics are there in the right hand side below the email. Click to Enlarge and see all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111408383111107512?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111408383111107512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111408383111107512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111408383111107512' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111380774422516804</id><published>2005-04-18T12:52:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:18:39.646+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came back from Mumbai last night at about 9:30. I had gone for my niece's First Holy Communion party and it was a blast! I had loads of fun...took lots of pictures. But I am only in a couple of them coz i was the one taking everyone's snaps! My niece, Kelly looked a princess in her white gown. Once i give the roll for developing i'll put some pics up. The party was great except for one technical glitch tht took place. We had booked an AC Hall for the party and the electricity load was too much with the end result being the fuse blew and we had to wait an hour in the darkness and heat to get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Godmother was dancing away to glory...and thts not coz she was drunk ;) Mom n Dad too shook their legs a little :) and my Godfather pulled and forced me to jive with him..I of course do not know how to jive..i did my best to not look like i didn't know wot i was doing :D I think it backfired...ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside was the travelling. Mumbai is crazy and shit hot and sticky!! The traffic was a nightmare! I can't believe tht even inspite of so many flyovers there wud still be such a traffic problem. I suppose all tht matters is we got there in one piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111380774422516804?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111380774422516804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111380774422516804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111380774422516804' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111338088793423442</id><published>2005-04-13T14:24:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T14:28:07.936+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I recover a lost post?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes, due to circumstances beyond your control, your post may seem to vanish into thin air. The Internet is a dangerous place: browsers can crash, network connections can go down just when you click "Publish," or you may just accidentally move on to a new page without realizing you had an unfinished post left behind you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Luckily, we've got a nifty little feature that can save you from a lot of these cases. Periodically, as you write a post, the text of your post will get saved to a cookie on your browser. That way, even if something crashes, you may still be able to get your text back. Just go back to the posting form and look for the "Recover post" link:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://kbimages.blogspot.com/recoverpost.jpg" height="122" width="318" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Click that link, and anything that was saved in the browser's cookie will be filled into the posting form. You're saved!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;This feature is not guaranteed to work every time you lose a post, but it's always worth a shot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You'll need to be logged in to the same blog that lost the post, and on the same browser, in order for this to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't type anything new in the posting form before trying to recover or that new text may overwrite your old cookie.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yayyyyy! a recover post! Finally no more frettin bout posts going ~~Wosssshhhhh..... in the net world..never to be seen again and you havfta sit typin the damned shit all over again. This Feature is still offline right now incase any of you guys haven't noticed it as yet....But yayyyyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111338088793423442?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111338088793423442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111338088793423442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111338088793423442' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111321503288245330</id><published>2005-04-11T16:21:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:23:52.883+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src=" http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/womanatairport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I ever make contact??&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/5336538-111321503288245330?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111321503288245330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111321503288245330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111321503288245330' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111296398899702624</id><published>2005-04-08T18:36:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:39:48.996+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White blanket covering my tracks,&lt;br /&gt;hiding the paths i often take.&lt;br /&gt;sheets of darkness in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;no witness to mistakes made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you will rest,&lt;br /&gt;said someone last night.&lt;br /&gt;rest a while,&lt;br /&gt;you've been running all day.&lt;br /&gt;building walls and fences,&lt;br /&gt;keeping the world away.&lt;br /&gt;ain't the way to happiness,&lt;br /&gt;you aint goin to find it on your trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Poem Courtsey ::H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111296398899702624?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111296398899702624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111296398899702624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111296398899702624' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111287197211278743</id><published>2005-04-07T17:04:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T17:06:12.113+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{9pm Cell Phone ringgggs!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.T: $#@!*%$ WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M(apparently snatched the phone):Donkey, monkey pig, goose ( her standard line!) Where were you all these days ehy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:I am here only...where will i go? Why what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:Nothin happened..its just tht we haven't seen u around nor have we heard from in over 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Me: errr yeah thts coz i had my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:So couldn't u atleast tell us it was ur exams? I mean we both sent u so many smses and u barely even sent 2 or three!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.T ( snatchin d phone back):Ya know it really hit home when i sent you a "I miss you" sms and u did not even bother to reply! Wait u come here and i'll bang u to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh good u can bang me, atleast i'll become a little thin ;) What are u going to use to bang me? a  cricket bat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.T:*laffs* get lost, this is not funnie...we were wondering where u dissappeared and u always do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look we'll meet this Sunday and then i'll tell u why i had no time to reply to everyones sms OK?? Do u want me to get a cricket bat along too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.T: *$#@*$#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Bottom Line: Sometimes I just take my sweet buddies for granted :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111287197211278743?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111287197211278743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111287197211278743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111287197211278743' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111217076457625788</id><published>2005-03-30T14:12:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:20:28.936+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="pageheading"&gt;&lt;span class="issuecolor"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="pageheading"&gt;&lt;span class="issuecolor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nobody gets up in the morning and says, "I want a child to die of hunger today" or "I want pollution to get worse." But both things will happen. My whole life has been about peeling away the layers of "why, why, why,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to know why we keep creating a world that none of us wants. The reason, I believe, is fear.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One expert on fear management estimates that we each have about 66,000 thoughts a day and that two-thirds of them are fear-based. Those fears come in two basic forms: fear of the unknown and fear of conflict—which is enormous because, back in ancient times, getting cast out of the tribe meant certain death. We human beings still suffer from that hardwiring, even though today, staying with the tribe means following a crowd off a cliff. The fact is, right now a group of people somewhere in the world is causing massive destruction, and most of us just try not to think about where we're headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We can all reprogram our brain's responses by putting ourselves into new, initially uncomfortable situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a lot of people assume they're fearful because of terrorism or the shaky economy. But I've grown certain that the root of all fear is that we've been forced to deny who we are. Because when you get right down to it, even the fear of death is nothing compared to the fear of not having lived authentically and fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by Frances moore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111217076457625788?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111217076457625788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111217076457625788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111217076457625788' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111199687384909548</id><published>2005-03-28T13:54:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:01:13.850+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/thumb/stk141230rke.jpg?x=x&amp;a=stk141230rke&amp;amp;b=STKP&amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there are some people with whom i have to constantly keep proving their 'assumptions' about me wrong.  I succed in doing that and they will leave me along for a while until they can find somethin else about me to pick on. Some of you may have an idea how incredibly frustrating tht is!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111199687384909548?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111199687384909548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111199687384909548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111199687384909548' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111174754890657864</id><published>2005-03-25T16:41:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T16:45:48.906+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; ... Those beeps ... and calls ... it's smth weird happening with it!!!! like in Bermude's triangle! or maybe ... F.B.I. is watching us !!!! Who knows!!!! Are you sure you're not some superstar and you guards are playing us tricky ?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;       and ... it would be a real pleasure to be spamed by you :))  ... I assure you I will not change my email for that ! ha ha ha !!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;              Take care ! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;     love +xxxx &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P.S. ... hey ... didn't find and cute sexy mamma ???? yet ???? :D :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some emails just make u smile :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vio ur crazy and i miss you loads. You're a buddin lawyer so lets sue our cellphone service providers!!!&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/5336538-111174754890657864?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111174754890657864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111174754890657864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111174754890657864' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111166350770410494</id><published>2005-03-24T17:23:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T17:25:07.703+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blame it on the boogie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready-made paneer(tofu) in cans taste like crap.....I found that out the hard way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111166350770410494?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111166350770410494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111166350770410494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111166350770410494' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111140199401157731</id><published>2005-03-21T16:27:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:07:31.640+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/thumb/200166920-001.jpg?x=x&amp;a=200166920-001&amp;amp;b=PC&amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys have feelings too. But like... who cares? &lt;/span&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/5336538-111140199401157731?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111140199401157731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111140199401157731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111140199401157731' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111122095860232994</id><published>2005-03-19T14:22:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T14:29:18.603+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/thumb/dv1605005.jpg?x=x&amp;a=dv1605005&amp;amp;b=DV&amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now there are certain people whom i do not  necessarily want to meet,  situations i do not want to be in and things that i do not want to do.......*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111122095860232994?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111122095860232994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111122095860232994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111122095860232994' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111105470032265751</id><published>2005-03-17T16:14:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T16:18:20.323+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exercise: (verb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk up and down a mall. Occasionally resting to make a purchase.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loll thts me alrite ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111105470032265751?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111105470032265751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111105470032265751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111105470032265751' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111088666453799742</id><published>2005-03-15T17:36:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:37:44.540+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.xs4all.nl/~couvreur/picts/paris/amelie/s_1105_33.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Times are hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;for dreamers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111088666453799742?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111088666453799742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111088666453799742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111088666453799742' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111078826588949773</id><published>2005-03-14T14:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:19:58.066+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.WARNING: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the boss what you really think of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WARNING:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burn on the forehead.&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/5336538-111078826588949773?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111078826588949773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111078826588949773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111078826588949773' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111045087099912697</id><published>2005-03-10T16:33:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T16:34:31.000+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today all the post-graduate students in our college went to Le Meridian for a seminar on India's vision for 2020' Strangely enough everyone who gave a guest lecture on the topic spoke of India and China beating America head on and moving up the economic ladder in the coming years. Everyone already knows the core issues that India as a 'developing' nation has to deal with. The very basic problems being lack of proper infrastructure, functional illiteracy and IT sector not being able to generate the amount and kind of jobs that it needs to. The MD of Bombay Dyeing gave us an example of how we can easily find apples from New Zealand easily available in the market, but apples from our very own Jammu and Kashmir is virtually impossible to get newhere and that is partly due to the fact that the cost of importing apples from NZ turns out to be cheaper than transporting fruits from J and K!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The CEO Of Zensar Techonologies made a very important point about BPO's and Call Centers springing up all over the place and how it actually is proving to be a sortof a hurdle for India's vision. He said that no doubt Call Centers are providing employment to lakhs of people but in a few years down the line the talent pool tht India would be left is "marketers with an accent" He said that if India only focuses on the Service sector, we will be put on the back foot and in order to be one on one with the competition amongst other countries we need to be 'LEADERS' in all sectors of the economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111045087099912697?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111045087099912697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111045087099912697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111045087099912697' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-111019163156188766</id><published>2005-03-07T16:31:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:33:51.563+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.aidan.co.uk/md/UaeShjTubaStoreNeonNt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days when i save up enough money...I am heading off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dubai&lt;/span&gt; to shop my ass off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-111019163156188766?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111019163156188766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/111019163156188766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111019163156188766' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110992307023836230</id><published>2005-03-04T13:40:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:57:50.240+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week of mine has been full of apprenhensions, anger,  mis-understandings,   confusion, tensions,  pressure,  shock,  dis-belief and sadness...I hope next week brings me somethin positive to look forward too.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110992307023836230?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110992307023836230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110992307023836230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110992307023836230' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110976281470574201</id><published>2005-03-02T17:23:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:49:37.160+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;tt&gt; Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere may be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&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/5336538-110976281470574201?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110976281470574201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110976281470574201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110976281470574201' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110957930441629366</id><published>2005-02-28T14:26:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T14:28:24.416+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A snippet from an email from my Godpa to my parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;It is high time your family got mingled with little family tree that is&lt;br /&gt;left.  We are all growing old and it high time you got&lt;br /&gt;Your children settled.  Being single is lonely and they will realize&lt;br /&gt;only later.  If they are not 'friendly' with anyone, get&lt;br /&gt;Talking to friends, relative for a suitable partner.  Don't leave them&lt;br /&gt;unattached.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; I think tht email clearly is a sign for some damage control!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110957930441629366?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110957930441629366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110957930441629366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110957930441629366' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110931925171228192</id><published>2005-02-25T14:13:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:14:11.713+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not observant and not detail-oriented. Here is further proof of that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the supermarket to get 4 cans of Red Bull. Now usually all the soft drink cans n root beers etc are kept stacked on a rack in one location. So obviously that was the first place i went. At first glance i didn't see any Red Bull, then I looked behind the other drinks to see if maybe i cud find a couple there. Found nuthin. I went over to one of the ppl standin ahead takin the inventory and i asked him if they had any more cans of Red Bull coz I couldn't find any. He pointed his finger in the direction of the rack and said, "there, its right there". I said, " where, i don't see it!". Follow me, he said and then he took my next to the rack and there towards the right hand side was a big drum which had RED BULL written in bold letters and i didn't see it!! I mean there it was....how the hell could i have not seen sumthin tht was right in front of my face!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110931925171228192?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110931925171228192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110931925171228192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110931925171228192' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110914917774553331</id><published>2005-02-23T14:51:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:06:16.273+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok Raven so this time i am going to 'borrow'  some  linkystuff from your blog  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangebanana.com"&gt;Strangebanana&lt;/a&gt; - A program that generates radomn web page designs. I think the guys might like it more cause it pretty basic. Nothing fancy in there. Abhi you might want to take a look at it. The site also allows you to use their designs for your own blog/journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;Postsecret&lt;/a&gt; -Post a secret    share a secret. Am still waiting for some real cool or nasty ones to come up though ;)&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110914917774553331?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110914917774553331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110914917774553331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110914917774553331' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110905005305570684</id><published>2005-02-22T11:24:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T11:27:33.056+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night when i was coming home i passed by a 'haunted house' and on the front gate i saw a sign and it said  "BEWARE OF DOGS AND GHOSTS!" Everyone knows tht in and around the area where we live there are quite a few of such houses that people claim to have seen ghosts or strange apparitions...but what bout you...do any of u believe in ghosts or have seen one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110905005305570684?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110905005305570684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110905005305570684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110905005305570684' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110871577368798663</id><published>2005-02-18T14:35:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T14:36:13.690+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Aunt n Uncle are celebrating their 25th anniversary on sunday in Bombay. One would thing i would be excited to go for the 'big dinner party' but sadly I am not. Its quite odd actually and it probably has somethin to do with me not really gettin along with them. I've never really jelled with relatives from my dad's side of the family, especially with my cousin sisters. With my cousin bro's i ain't got no prbs, we somehow find somethin to talk about. Somehow with all of my cousin sisters even the ones from my Mom's side,they were never on the same wavelength as i was. I always felt out of place or uncomfortable in their presence. Its been what like 17yrs that i haven't seen any of my cousins. So obviously the distance between us shows. I have never shown any interest in meetin them and neither have they. Gosh this is so dreadful and i hope my parents don't coerce me into gng. As you all know Mom's have a way of using guilt to get things done and it friggin works!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'll monday..have a nice one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110871577368798663?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110871577368798663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110871577368798663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110871577368798663' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110836745212252650</id><published>2005-02-14T13:46:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:20:00.843+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have always been a very black person. In the sense that I like wearing black all the time or atleast i used to love wearing it. I still remember 7yrs ago when i was like 16yrs old, my wardrobe was filled with black. Black jeans/tops, black hairclips, black watches etc. And if not black then my clothes used to have the darkest of greens or blues, so tht from afar, it looked black. I also recall when my Godfather had come down from Dubai to meet us around that time,he had got me this top which my mom called 'pretty' and I absolutely loathed it. It was just an explosion of too many colours!!. There was pink n yellows n greens n fuschias...i was like.. the only time i will ever wear tht is when hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell apparently did freeze over. I don't remember exactly when i wore tht top. But i do know tht i wore it coz i wanted to know wot it feels to be in 'other colours' so to speak. I soon found it to be a very bad decision! There were people starin at me and not in way tht said 'oh tht top looks so cute' kinda way. But more like 'Oh bloody hell, what is she doing wearing THAT thing in public! *shudders* But tht was then and back then i never had any sense of fashion whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent year or so i have discovered tht i actually like wearing lighter pastel shades. I can't stand black nemore. Of course every year it keeps gettin hotter n hotter in this country and yo if u happen to wear black clothing in the afternoon, you will definitely end up like a fried tandoori chicken. You should come see my wardrobe now :) plenty of { one coloured) tops n skirts will smile back at u or not ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110836745212252650?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110836745212252650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110836745212252650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110836745212252650' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110811785394504274</id><published>2005-02-11T16:27:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T16:30:53.946+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There....piece of cake!  Happy Weekend....see ya'll on Monday..oh and errr Happy Valentine's Day To everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110811785394504274?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110811785394504274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110811785394504274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110811785394504274' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110793653233984877</id><published>2005-02-09T14:06:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T14:10:00.483+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;People are idiots, and not just the ones with the low SAT scores. Everyone is an idiot including me, the only differences among us is that we are idiots about different things at different times. Idiocy is a condition that everybody slips into almost everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Let's face it life is too complicated to be smart all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110793653233984877?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110793653233984877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110793653233984877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110793653233984877' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110784619743623524</id><published>2005-02-08T13:57:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T13:03:17.436+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just as clothes maketh a women or women maketh a man...comments maketh a blog???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110784619743623524?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110784619743623524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110784619743623524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110784619743623524' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110760035944491479</id><published>2005-02-05T16:44:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T16:45:59.446+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love puppies ...... they taste just like chicken. Kidding! heeheeehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110760035944491479?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110760035944491479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110760035944491479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110760035944491479' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110750473846664672</id><published>2005-02-04T14:03:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T14:20:50.286+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have this really annoying guy from the air force in our class...So you ask what's a guy from the air force doing in an MPM class?? Don't know and its not like i care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newayz nobody likes him coz he keeps buttin the prof. in the middle of the lecture to ask stupid questions and to ermmm 'express his thoughts' phoeeey nobody cares bout ur thoughts yo!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what he is really known for, is his dirty habit of 'staring' ..only at the gurls of course. Its like each month he picks on a girl to stare at and he'll do so for an entire month. Now the unfortunate thing is this month he seems to have caught me and now he just shamelessly stares at me!!! You see its a whole different story if he was goodlookin...but he is not ....he's jus creepy ..yeah and go figure this, he calls all the girls in the class &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M'am&lt;/span&gt;....ahhahahhaaaa fuckin asshole...who is he kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110750473846664672?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110750473846664672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110750473846664672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110750473846664672' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110734092336014905</id><published>2005-02-02T16:33:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:42:03.360+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/70/43870_wallpaper110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="lblBody"&gt; I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone"   &lt;br /&gt;                                       - By Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110734092336014905?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110734092336014905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110734092336014905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110734092336014905' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110726323743547230</id><published>2005-02-01T19:05:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:07:17.436+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kindly bear with this ..ermm whatever u want to call it layout...till i find somethin sober!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110726323743547230?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110726323743547230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110726323743547230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110726323743547230' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110708494731941124</id><published>2005-01-30T17:30:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:35:47.320+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you stupid idiot! if you can't fuckin drive a car then go ride a  bloody bullockcart! its fuckin hard enuf to drive my bike in the night  on shitty roads, no street lights and  crazy cats  attemptin to look cool while they 'cross' the road....well they don't!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110708494731941124?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110708494731941124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110708494731941124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110708494731941124' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110656452089115190</id><published>2005-01-24T16:59:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:02:00.890+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand the funda of having a pizza with a knife and a fork. Besides the fact that I don't have the patience to freakin cut it with the toppings fallin off...i'd rather eat it with my hands....its more fun and i don't give a damn what anybody else thinks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110656452089115190?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110656452089115190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110656452089115190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110656452089115190' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110630530361438950</id><published>2005-01-21T16:53:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T17:01:43.613+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You....yes YOU!  Get off  my planet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110630530361438950?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110630530361438950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110630530361438950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110630530361438950' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110570346231799209</id><published>2005-01-14T17:50:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T17:54:13.273+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been closely watchin most of the episodes of Indian Idol and for the most part i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; rooting for this guy &lt;img src="http://indianidolonset.com/siteadmin/contestants/images/amit_200.jpg" /&gt; Good lookin...although I still don't think he can sing THAT well and which ultimately was the reason for him being outta da competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had a soft spot for the other Amit..Amit sana which is this guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://indianidolonset.com/siteadmin/contestants/images/amitsana_200.jpg" /&gt; Everyone has been callin the poor lad the dark horse of the whole 'singing' competiton coz of his looks. But hello! lets face it, this guy really has talent and he sings well which is the whwole point of the competiton in the first place!...he just needs to work on his computer geek personality a bit. Amit sana has creeped into my heart and am voting for him...wot u think Ruben of the American idol is good lookin?? phleeeezzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110570346231799209?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110570346231799209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110570346231799209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110570346231799209' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110544085151356317</id><published>2005-01-11T16:53:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T13:39:44.386+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ben: post about your wild and crazy college parties&lt;br /&gt;Ben:make something up&lt;br /&gt;Ben:then add a disclaimer at the end&lt;br /&gt;Ben:"this is false"&lt;br /&gt;Candice:hahahaha tht was a good one&lt;br /&gt;Ben:be creative&lt;br /&gt;Ben:lemme think about this&lt;br /&gt;Candice:yessir....chee now u sound like ur 40&lt;br /&gt;Ben:"you went to your first Toga Party"&lt;br /&gt;Ben:traditional (nothing underneath)&lt;br /&gt;Ben:take it from there&lt;br /&gt;Ben:then say it was all bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Candice:*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;Candice:but fun&lt;br /&gt;Ben:lol&lt;br /&gt;Ben:or say u ran over a pig on the way home from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is tht &lt;a href="http://dee.rediffblogs.com/"&gt;Dee&lt;/a&gt; would be very good at this whole 'making things up' posts....wot say dee ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110544085151356317?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110544085151356317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110544085151356317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110544085151356317' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110534566115707963</id><published>2005-01-10T14:23:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T14:27:41.156+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt; Marketing Mistakes!!!&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Coors put its slogan, "Turn It Loose," into Spanish, where it was&lt;br /&gt;read as "Suffer From Diarrhea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt; 2.  Colgate introduced a toothpaste in France called Cue, the name of&lt;br /&gt;a notorious porno magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt; 3.  Pepsi's "Come Alive With the Pepsi Generation" translated&lt;br /&gt;into "Pepsi Brings Your Ancestors Back From the Grave" in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt; 4.  The Dairy Association's huge success with the campaign "Got&lt;br /&gt;Milk?" prompted them to expand advertising to Mexico.  It was soon&lt;br /&gt;brought to their attention the Spanish translation read "Are you&lt;br /&gt;lactating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;5.  Scandinavian vacuum manufacturer Electrolux used the following in&lt;br /&gt;an American campaign: "Nothing sucks like an Electrolux."&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110534566115707963?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110534566115707963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110534566115707963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110534566115707963' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110508547008846122</id><published>2005-01-07T14:10:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:11:10.086+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BigBro: You have been typing tht sms for atleast 10 mins now...do u even know the full form of sms?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah..its short messaging service!!&lt;br /&gt;Bro: So then stop typing long letters on ur cellphone!! if you had so much to say just call up&lt;br /&gt;Me: What the hell is ur prob..ill do whatever i want..&lt;br /&gt;Br0: *Grunt* Gosh! and u think technology was supposed to make things easier!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110508547008846122?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110508547008846122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110508547008846122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110508547008846122' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110483956891252781</id><published>2005-01-04T17:46:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:52:48.913+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know of atleast 6 people who are getting married this year!  Good luck guys...you'll need it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realise I need to  re-establish lost connections and not be so self-involved..its going to be a bit awkward.  A small step has already been taken in this direction by them and me.  Its high time I go make that trip that i had been promising them for...oh well a couple of years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110483956891252781?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110483956891252781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110483956891252781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110483956891252781' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110464567601595978</id><published>2005-01-02T13:00:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T12:01:16.016+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....and stranger things have happened to me  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110464567601595978?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110464567601595978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110464567601595978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110464567601595978' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110439638397246960</id><published>2004-12-30T14:35:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T14:46:23.973+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So am thinking what exactly would be an appropriate post now...and i can't really think of anything real to post. So i'll just put here what i received in my mail maybe it makes sense to be shown here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Wherever you are, be there totally. If you find your here and now intolerable and it makes you unhappy, you have three options: remove yourself from the situation, change it, or accept it totally" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "You must have failed deeply on some level or experienced some deep loss or pain to be drawn to the spiritual dimension. Or perhaps your very success became empty and meaningless and so turned out to be a failure" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry â€” all forms of fear â€” are cause by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of nonforgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The pain that you create now is always some form of nonacceptance, some form of unconscious resistance to what is. On the level of thought, the resistance is some form of judgment. On the emotional level, it is some form of negativity. The intensity of the pain depends on the degree of resistance to the present moment, and this in turn depends on how strongly you are identified with your mind." -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* "Nobodyâ€™s life is entirely free of pain and sorrow. Isnâ€™t it a question of learning to live with them rather than trying to avoid them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I found out these are from a Book called   "Power of Now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days early but nevethless  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2005&lt;/span&gt; everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&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/5336538-110439638397246960?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110439638397246960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110439638397246960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110439638397246960' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110421865725183279</id><published>2004-12-28T13:22:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:29:27.010+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Violent and Unjust Death for Many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday night my eyes have been glued to all the news channels.I cannot even fathom what those who have lost everything must be going through.I felt guilty about havin dinner...i was thinkin here i am sittin comfortably in my chair safe and away from all of that but i really should be out there helpin in whatever way i can. Its so easy to watch and and say "thankgod it wasn't me" Each and everybody's lives mean something to someone.lets all pray and help cause this is going to be one excruciatingly long long road to recovery.Its no use putting up pics of the destruction...its not going to make you feel any better or worse about the whole thing. And again as alwayz its the poor people who are the worst suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope this does not happen again..nobody deserves this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110421865725183279?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110421865725183279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110421865725183279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110421865725183279' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110414661932015402</id><published>2004-12-27T17:21:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:23:39.320+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being stubborn runs in our family and I told you black won't last for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110414661932015402?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110414661932015402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110414661932015402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110414661932015402' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110370349950185243</id><published>2004-12-22T14:13:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:22:42.110+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED WINE CHICKEN CURRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.letscook.co.uk/gif/recipe72.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fs12"&gt; Lets all ignore  how not so appetising the pic of the recipe looks OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon Ground Coriander&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Garam Masala&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons Fresh Coriander&lt;br /&gt;3 medium Tomato&lt;br /&gt;1 small tub Natural Yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;150ml Red Wine&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon Sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 Chicken Breast Fillet&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons Vegetable Oil&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Chilli Powder&lt;br /&gt;(mild, unless you like it hot)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Paprika&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Ground Cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Turmeric&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Ground Ginger&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves Garlic&lt;br /&gt;1 medium Onion&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons Ground Almonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fs12"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="fs12"&gt; Preheat the oven to 200°C (gas mk 6, &lt;nobr&gt;400°F&lt;/nobr&gt;). Chop the onion and garlic fairly finely. Heat the oil in a saucepan and add the onion, garlic and ground ginger. Fry for about 5 minutes, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Add the turneric, cumin, paprika, chilli powder and ground coriander. Fry for a further five minutes, stirring to prevent the spices from burning. Empty the mixture into a medium casserole dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Chop the breast or thigh fillets into about 5 pieces each, and add to the casserole dish. Add the wine, yoghurt, ground almonds and salt, and mix well. Cover and place in the oven for 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Quarter the tomatoes, and finely chop the fresh coriander. After the 40 minutes, add the tomatoes, coriander, sugar and garam masala to the casserole, stir, cover and replace in the oven for a further 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Check the chicken is cooked through. Serve with rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! Am planning on makin red wine chicken for Xmas. Thats right u guys Me! the one who is a so called disaster in the Kitchen but its never too late to learn :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And John I hope to see your chocolate Fudge Recipe in my mail by morrow...You commited a big mistake by puttin tht fudge pic on ur blog *Drool* and *Double drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110370349950185243?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110370349950185243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110370349950185243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110370349950185243' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110354185001416372</id><published>2004-12-20T17:23:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T17:25:18.190+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/tech5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5336538-110354185001416372?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110354185001416372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110354185001416372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110354185001416372' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110328320058172879</id><published>2004-12-17T17:32:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:33:20.583+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/thumb/dv1303062.jpg?x=x&amp;a=dv1303062&amp;amp;b=DV&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had changed the way I look at the world...trying to put myself in the other person's shoe and look at things from their perspective....but i guess one can never really figure out the answer to the question 'why' unless you have gone through the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110328320058172879?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110328320058172879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110328320058172879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110328320058172879' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110318472290409579</id><published>2004-12-16T14:11:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T14:12:02.903+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh I must really be losin it! I keep walking around and talking to people with this silly grin on mah face...just yesterday my mom was asking me why i was secretly smiling to myself and the best part was i did not even know i was smiling.I mean there is no valid reason.Nothing extraordinary has happened in the past few days.I haven been skipping my dinner coz of my tummy troubles.Maybe i shud jus stop this post right here and declare myself to be delirious!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110318472290409579?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110318472290409579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110318472290409579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110318472290409579' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110309962128331955</id><published>2004-12-15T14:25:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:33:41.283+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK! Its official we definitely have not one but two gay guys in our class and i have had the 'oh so joyous experience of a close up encounter with their kinds'!!  I mean there i was  talkin to my buddy and this ermm 'guy' comes up to me and frantically tells me he has forgotten to get his ID to college and  and now they won't let him sit for the exams.... i most certainly believed he was gonna cry....I tried to calm him down by tellin him as long as he has his hall ticket nuthin would happen...but u see the more he battered his eyelashes and  flailed his hands about, the more disgusted i got ....and well lets jus say my rude persona took over ;)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110309962128331955?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110309962128331955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110309962128331955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110309962128331955' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110302105640675336</id><published>2004-12-14T16:42:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:44:16.406+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A charming smile can cause so much furore...hmmmm...I should stop walking around with blinders on and oh iranian guys are definitely cute....still remember tht cute smile ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110302105640675336?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110302105640675336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110302105640675336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110302105640675336' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110111053133980082</id><published>2004-11-22T14:00:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T14:14:46.110+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/free.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One phone call was all it took for me to know...am finally free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One phone call was all it took for me to....make someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One phone call was all it took for me to..finally understand why you do the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110111053133980082?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110111053133980082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110111053133980082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110111053133980082' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110094662005224240</id><published>2004-11-20T16:23:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T16:34:14.766+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.oprah.com/tows/pastshows/images/tows2002/tows_20020304_mattie_284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="ssheader"&gt;In Loving Memory of Mattie Stepanek, 1990-2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR OUR WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Just stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Stop for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Before anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Says or does anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; That may hurt anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; We need to be silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Just silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Silent for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Before we forever lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; The blessing of songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; That grow in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; We need to notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Just notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Notice for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Before the future slips away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Into ashes and dust of humility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Stop, be silent, and notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; In so many ways, we are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Our differences are unique treasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; To nurture, to offer, to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; We need to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Just be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Be for a moment… Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Like children and lambs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Never judging or vengeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Like the judging and vengeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; And now, let us pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Differently, yet together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Before there is no earth, no life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; No chance for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="tiny"&gt; - Matthew Joseph Thaddeus Stepanek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110094662005224240?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110094662005224240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110094662005224240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110094662005224240' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110069878503994620</id><published>2004-11-17T19:39:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T19:43:29.536+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so my vivas went completely limp. Stupid bitch of an external examiner screwed me man, shit...I hope she gets bitten by a evil lookin thingy  from another world or somethin. First n foremost bitch I cannot answer your questions which were based on 'rumours tht u heard about the company' and secondly all of the information tht has gone into my project are facts...not general assumptions put in there to fill pages!!! *KIll* *KILL the bloody bitch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110069878503994620?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110069878503994620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110069878503994620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110069878503994620' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110059151235014053</id><published>2004-11-16T13:48:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T10:12:35.476+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the downsides of a burgeoning Internet is it fosters the delirious spread of misinformation as revealed fact in the blink of an eye. That was the case when a widely-circulated photo which showed a large Asian man eating what&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/fetus.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;appeared to be a cooked baby was taken by many at face value. The picture was later teamed with the breathless news that roast fetus was now the hottest dining craze in Taiwan, with outraged &lt;nobr&gt;e-mails&lt;/nobr&gt; offering the offensive picture as an attachment the recipient could view himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo shown above was taken seriously by a number of important agencies who viewed it, and both Scotland Yard and the FBI investigated this matter, trying to determine when and where the picture was taken and the identities of those appearing in it. Its origin was quickly uncovered: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The man in the photo is Chinese artist Zhu Yu, who performed a conceptual piece called "Eating People" at a Shanghai arts festival in 2000. The controversial photo has since been part of a number of art exhibits. As for the "baby," it was most likely constructed by placing a doll's head on a duck's carcass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So now you guys know not to believe anything that comes in ur email attachments....Whew!! Imagine the horror and disgust when i got it in my inbox and then i quickly went to google and did a search to find out if it was rilly true....ITS NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110059151235014053?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110059151235014053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110059151235014053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110059151235014053' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-110034421893805052</id><published>2004-11-13T17:03:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T17:10:18.936+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the local supermarket. I head over to a counter to look for a packet of chilli powder.I notice there were a few other packets which someone had dropped and of course I didn't bother to pick em up....i just went n stood ..packets right at me feet and whilst am searchin for chilli powder and old man comes up next to me and the convo goes as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Old Man:Young lady can I help you  pick up these packets you seem to have dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Me:er....I did not drop them.&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: Well i did not drop em either and it does not matter who dropped it.You can atleast help put it back in the stack.&lt;br /&gt;Me:(After noticing the old man trying to bend to gather whatever was fallen and clearly having difficulty doin so) Wait..i'll pick it up and put it back where it was.&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: Thankyou young lady *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Me:*speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what did we all learn from this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-110034421893805052?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110034421893805052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/110034421893805052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110034421893805052' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109999021073282600</id><published>2004-11-09T14:49:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:38:35.713+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/2_by_ScreamingDaisies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I think the impossible,...my own words..envelope me and twist around me in a tight knot. A chasm awakens between what my head thinks and what my heart feels. I am already far gone and i cannot return, for what I might be tempted to say, scares me. I understand darkness now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109999021073282600?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109999021073282600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109999021073282600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109999021073282600' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109991263426771323</id><published>2004-11-08T17:07:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T17:18:24.393+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs5/i/2004/313/9/c/His_lost_angel2_by_his_lost_angel.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: You what i like best about our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, what?&lt;br /&gt;She: is the fact that we are both such mean girls * grins*&lt;br /&gt;Me: lolll....yeah  and the beauty of it is that no one would would believe we can be so down right bitchy when they look at us..&lt;br /&gt;She:ehehheh  being cute  does help us to get away with lots of things..&lt;br /&gt;Me: loll,...well we can't help it being sarcastic is in our nature, its in-built...&lt;br /&gt;She: we need to meet more often and  have dirty girly talks...we haven't done tht in a longgg time..&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109991263426771323?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109991263426771323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109991263426771323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109991263426771323' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109972587758291604</id><published>2004-11-06T13:18:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T13:24:37.583+06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My internal exams are over...on a average i think most of the papers  were alrighty...but lets see. I got my vivas on 17th November and i fail to understand why we need to wear a sari  on tht day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Good news&lt;/span&gt;! KD is gettin engaged next month and will be married in the beginning of next year. Woooooo Congratulations KD...hell is just round the corner..... JUS KIDDIN!!  &lt;img src="http://easybakecoven.net/images/smilies/flowers.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bad News&lt;/span&gt;: My uncle in Bombay is not well at all..he has been suffering from heart disease for quite sometime now and well..lets just say it is gettin progressively worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  need to lose weight!! Any quick suggestions anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109972587758291604?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109972587758291604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109972587758291604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109972587758291604' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109912134357174567</id><published>2004-10-30T14:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T14:47:51.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;For Tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/sign1-15.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/ban044.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be posting for a week atleast. See ya'll next saturday....&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/5336538-109912134357174567?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109912134357174567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109912134357174567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109912134357174567' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109895560454849742</id><published>2004-10-28T16:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T16:40:24.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I uploaded a new image for the top of my template..why?...coz i have this image up as my wallpaper and then i thought it wud look great on me blog :D And then well the white background did not quite go with it..therefore the black which is good now i can put spooky stuff n here for halloween...i feel vampiry..gory..blood...muwhahahahahahahhahaaa....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/67401/Images/owlicon1-1.gif" /&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/5336538-109895560454849742?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109895560454849742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109895560454849742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109895560454849742' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109877095757213591</id><published>2004-10-26T13:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:11:38.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/lifestyle/tv_and_radio/what_not_to_wear"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/lifestyle/tv_and_radio/what_not_to_wear/images/interview.jpg" alt="What Not To Wear" width="300" height="193" border="0" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen their show on TV??  Well I just recently saw like 3 or 4 of their episodes and  it was fun really but i've only seen them cater to women in their late thirty's...bah but the clothes that they pick for these women are amazing...boy if someone were to come bargin into my house like that and change my wardrobe and my whole look...i think i wud be very terrfying! Newayz click on their image to link to their site. I think its great (only for mah gals!)  You can check your style barometer and see what kind of clothes to wear and other good tips. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Not to Wear&lt;/b&gt; isn't about the latest fashions, it's about teaching people about personal style, dressing for their shape, and personality and learning how to make the most of their natural assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always wear color with color.&lt;/b&gt; Don't wear bright pink or turquoise with black. It cheapens the color. If your main color is plum, then you can wear red, pink, or orange with it. They all look wonderful and you will look taller, skinnier, and far more stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yup this tip totally caught my eye..but then again i can't really see myself wearing a plum top and somethin red with it!! I think i'll look funnie.....but also i know nuthin bout fashion, much less follow it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109877095757213591?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109877095757213591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109877095757213591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109877095757213591' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109834305646154419</id><published>2004-10-21T14:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:17:36.460+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had an HR Meet yesterday on "Value Creation and Human Development". Now when you hear names of people in the top positions in well known companies who are supposed to deliver a speech on the above topic one would sit up and take notice right?. WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first session was started off the MD of Weikfield Products ltd. whose very first sentence was "I have not prepared myself for the topic, but I will just talk in general about HRD. I don't think he really knew what he was talkin bout. He just went on in bits n pieces bout some randomn shit that nobody gave a damn bout. Not to mention the fact that he took 30seconds to say 4 four words followed by a freezing of hand n facial expressions! He was apparently 'thinking'. Oh but this is just the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second dude was even worse. He had to talk bout Labour laws and he just simply refused to talk into the mike. I mean you would think that this guys has never spoken on a mike before. In any case he went about muttering somethin in them most pathetic english i have ever heard. Its pretty obvious none of us understood what he was sayin or why he was even called here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only saving grace was the VP from a top BPO here and her blah blahs bout Call Centers. But for some strange reason majority of her speech whent in defending BPO's in general..YAWNNNNNN....hey lady we all know work is outsourced here coz labour is cheap so why try and twist the truth around ehy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well anyways flop show it was..but atleast the food was good. Yes food makes me happy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time ive visited u guys. Let me see what everyone has been upto ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109834305646154419?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109834305646154419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109834305646154419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109834305646154419' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109747929234127674</id><published>2004-10-11T14:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T14:23:23.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://delivery.gettyimages.com/comp/rh150-2200.jpg?x=x&amp;dasite=gettyimages&amp;amp;ef=2&amp;ev=1&amp;amp;dareq=CC58E2DD6327EF1461E2402205C691F394D2604A015CF9DF" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone wondered about what happens to the sun after it sets? And then have you also wondered, what if life was not so frightfully complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109747929234127674?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109747929234127674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109747929234127674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109747929234127674' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109704898492008177</id><published>2004-10-06T14:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:49:44.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I wore a Sari for the Alumni meet on Sunday which wasn't as horrific as i had imagined to be. Its not easy to wear that huge wrap around thing, feelin all self-conscious especially when people stare at you. I was so afraid the whole sari would just fall apart but thankfully Aunty T kept everything tucked in with safety pins! Whew! I must like bring a cotton sari and like attempt to learn how to put the sari myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my buddy and I were in college till 9pm chit chatting. We were the only ones there and we didn't even know it was 9ish till the gate-keeper told us to leave coz he wanted to close the gates n go home. Never in my life I have even dreamnt that I wud be in college so late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still a little stuck with my Industrial Project. Two of mah buddies will be comin over on the weekend to like 'dicuss' and finally get moving with finishing it. There isn't much coz I have already completed half of it. Hopefully it'll all come together by Sunday atleast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109704898492008177?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109704898492008177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109704898492008177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109704898492008177' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109670671044802466</id><published>2004-10-02T15:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T15:48:22.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leno to retire from Tonight show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/40120000/jpg/_40120954_leno203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US comedian Jay Leno is to retire as host of the popular Tonight Show in five years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Offbeat comic Conan O'Brien will become the fifth host of the television institution in 2009. O'Brien, whose contract was to expire in December 2005, had been very public about his displeasure when NBC locked up Leno on the "Tonight Show" through the end of the decade. O'Brien made no bones about the fact that he thought he deserved the earlier time slot after 11 years following Leno. Soon, reports emerged that he was being wooed by other networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"NBC Late Night Succession Plan Announced: Jay Leno to turn over 'The Tonight Show' to Conan O'Brien in 2009," NBC boasted in its news release.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It quotes Leno as saying that in 2009 he will be 59 years old and will have had his "dream job" for 17 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leno, 54, broke the news to viewers during a special programme on Monday to mark the 50th anniversary of The Tonight Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leno took over the show in 1992 from legendary host Johnny Carson, who fronted the show for 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Long time 2009...but personally I can't stand Conan O brian...i think his sense of humour sucks...Jay we love you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109670671044802466?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109670671044802466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109670671044802466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109670671044802466' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109662938138936667</id><published>2004-10-01T18:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:16:21.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How dare they take a pic of  &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/Subtlebreeze/baby.jpg"&gt; ME&lt;/a&gt; while am snoozing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109662938138936667?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109662938138936667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109662938138936667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109662938138936667' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109576507337380217</id><published>2004-09-21T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:11:13.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sex does sell....I mean look at  beyonce knowles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok So Chris think I shudve posted the other poem ( he wrote two)  But the reason I did not put it up here coz i thought it was for my eyes only and thts how its goin to stay! Sorry Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109576507337380217?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109576507337380217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109576507337380217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109576507337380217' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109566701315262198</id><published>2004-09-20T14:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:38:11.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/Subtlebreeze/chris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah buddy Chris who can write some amazing poems on any topic on the spur of the moment...oh ok maybe 5 min! This one he wrote for me after I gave him a death warrant *wink* Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Wind howling&lt;br /&gt;thrasing trees&lt;br /&gt;stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;flooding rivers&lt;br /&gt;A sea angry, vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in a cave&lt;br /&gt;in a pile of boulders&lt;br /&gt;by the furrious ocean&lt;br /&gt;seawater and sand&lt;br /&gt;are thrown at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;and sit shivering&lt;br /&gt;hoping this storm&lt;br /&gt;will pass soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you&lt;br /&gt;holding you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;feeling whole and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;you are not there&lt;br /&gt;and the storm continues&lt;br /&gt;to rage.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109566701315262198?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109566701315262198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109566701315262198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109566701315262198' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109533418588460377</id><published>2004-09-16T18:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T18:29:45.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/thumb/200119391-001.jpg?x=x&amp;a=200119391-001&amp;amp;b=TSIP&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109533418588460377?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109533418588460377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109533418588460377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109533418588460377' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109514669326135807</id><published>2004-09-14T14:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:32:43.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A BIG HOO-HAA POST ABOUT SOME  IMAGINARY CREATURE  THAT PEOPLE HAVE  'SEEN'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ipw.com/lochness/images/surgeon2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world famous Loch Ness monster, known affectionately as 'Nessie' by most people and by the scientific believers as Nessiteras rhombopteryx goes back a long, long way, the first recorded sighting being by no less a person than a holy saint. The saint was St. Columba and the year 565 AD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/lesj/night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loch Ness is 23 Miles long, 1 Mile wide and averages 700 feet deep, with some parts going down to 754 feet. Visibility is almost zero, due to the peat content of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Is it just a fairy tale, or could a primeval beast lurk in the deep, dark waters of a Scottish lake? Since it was first reported more than 60 years ago, hundreds claim to have witnessed the Loch Ness Monster, while one scientist after another has brought the latest technology to the loch to probe the phenomenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loch Ness is located in the North of Scotland and is one of a series of interlinked lochs which run along the Great Glen. The Great Glen is a distinctive incision which runs across the country and represents a large geological fault zone. The interlinking was completed in the 19th century following the completion of the Caledonian Canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years it has been supposed that there is a large dinosaur-like "monster" resident in Loch Ness. The evidence for its existence are a series of sightings of a plesiosaur-like dinosaur throughout the last 100 years. The case has occasionally been supported by indistinct photographic evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{A BBC team says it has shown there is no such thing as the Loch Ness monster}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Using 600 separate sonar beams and satellite navigation technology to ensure that none of the loch was missed, the team surveyed the waters said to hide Scotland's legendary tourist attraction but found no trace of the monster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previous reported sightings of the beast led to speculation that it might be a plesiosaur, a marine reptile which died out with the dinosaurs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The team was convinced that such an animal could have survived in the cold waters of Loch Ness, despite the normal preference of marine reptiles for sub-tropical waters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We went from shoreline to shoreline, top to bottom on this one, we have covered everything in this loch and we saw no signs of any large living animal in the loch," said Ian Florence, one of the specialists who carried out the survey for the BBC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109514669326135807?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109514669326135807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109514669326135807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109514669326135807' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109464170316567119</id><published>2004-09-08T18:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T12:32:39.453+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bunked class yesterday. Ya know at times when you just don't 'feel' like goin to college....At around 9pm my buddy smses me saying tht we had no lecture today coz only a handful of students had shown up but the attendance was taken and she had marked me present in the register for the day! *snicker* snicker ehheeheh its good to have friends like these i say ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we go shoppin for bedsheets and pillow covers and blankets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuckin hell is wrong with Airtel..I had only 13 bucks balance in my account and i got a re-charge today and when i checked my balance instead of adding tht 13 bucks they have deducted it!! Idiots....even their customer care number is constantly busy...I don't understand how these guys have just one number for all their mobile users!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109464170316567119?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109464170316567119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109464170316567119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109464170316567119' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109445169755430496</id><published>2004-09-06T13:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T13:21:37.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bugs! bugs! everywhere and and so much blood to drink. I didn't sleep a wink last night.I think I finally dozed off somewhere around 5am or so. The rest of the night was spent scratchin ans saying "fuck Off" to the bugs like they could understand what i was saying and wud leave me along...but the truth of the fact is they don't understand so I decided to get down n dirty!! Oh ok no I got up and went to my table tore up 2 fullscape sheets from me book, then tore them up into quarters, took my emergency lamp and went on all fours on my bed. I scanned the entire bed before I found 2 big bedbugs hiding under my pillow....why those sneaky little...so then i put a piece of paper on them and pinched it..of course Iyou know they r dead when u see a red mark on the back of the paper muwhaahahah take that u blood suckers!. I switched off the lamp and tried to get some sleep...but how can I when i practically scratched my legs till they were sore.after another 2-3 hours gettin my on all fours and killin em..i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I decided to go to the hall and sleep on the sofa. But that was uncomfortable...my legs stuck out of the sofa, couldn't turn..there were mosquitoes biting me as well and then i realised there were bugs on my bedsheet as well.Crap! I threw the sheet to the ground..went back to the room exhausted and I just closed my eyes and thought i might as well get bitten...which is why I have a few blod clots all over my arms n legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time..to either call pest control or get a new bedding altogether!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109445169755430496?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109445169755430496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109445169755430496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109445169755430496' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109419696719738715</id><published>2004-09-03T14:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:36:07.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think all our professors have lost it!  The last few days  have been a laughin riot in class  to make things worse  i like passing smartass comments  in my seat and then my classmates around me start to laff and then well things go down from there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109419696719738715?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109419696719738715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109419696719738715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109419696719738715' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109393732139661551</id><published>2004-08-31T14:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:22:35.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOD!! you guys! &lt;img style="width: 48px; height: 43px;" src="http://easybakecoven.net/images/smilies/attention.gif" /&gt; you will not believe what i got from the mailman early mornin...he delivered this huge 5 page poster thingy from &lt;a href="http://www.gettyimages.com/"&gt;Gettyimages!!&lt;/a&gt; all the way from Austrailia! I have registered myself with Gettyimages quite sometime back and I had forgotten I had put in my address there. I often make use of their pics and now i get a free 5 page poster whoo hoooooahaaaa...&lt;img src="http://easybakecoven.net/images/smilies/woohoo.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109393732139661551?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109393732139661551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109393732139661551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109393732139661551' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109385057409488136</id><published>2004-08-30T14:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:22:54.093+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.celebwelove.com/Norah_Jones/Norah_Jones.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand Norah Jones!! I don't like her voice nor her music. Find her extremely dull to listen too. Somebody sue her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109385057409488136?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109385057409488136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109385057409488136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109385057409488136' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109358513016238167</id><published>2004-08-27T12:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:38:50.163+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone........I am Candy's Friend - Kainaaz (also known as KD).&lt;br /&gt;Am here as a Guest today (for a change) and just thought of writing down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the Nature Lovers....... the Pic below is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/48/42848_wallpaper280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for all reading this post..... remember this .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;afraid of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;breaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;learns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;afraid of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;waking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;takes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who won't be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;taken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who cannot seem to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;afraid of dying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that never learns to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for Candy........its fun being friends with YOU !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109358513016238167?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109358513016238167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109358513016238167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109358513016238167' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109350272942321622</id><published>2004-08-26T13:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:53:06.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/94/26394_wallpaper280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a name, what would it be&lt;br /&gt;And would you call it to his face&lt;br /&gt;If you were faced with him in all his glory&lt;br /&gt;What would you ask if you had just one question&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a face what would it look like&lt;br /&gt;And would you want to see&lt;br /&gt;If seeing meant that you would have to believe&lt;br /&gt;In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;He's trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Back up to heaven all alone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody calling on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Except for the pope maybe in rome.  - Joan Osbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What if ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109350272942321622?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109350272942321622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109350272942321622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109350272942321622' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336538.post-109324729648617328</id><published>2004-08-23T14:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:48:16.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh finally the skies have cleared up...all that raining had woken up the bed bugs who took great pleasure in draining me of all my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its soo nice n sunny outside makes me want to go out there in the grass and play with puppies but i don't have any puppies so  thts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok right now am looking at pictures of wallpapers and am thinkin ooooo someday i wud love ta do up mah room with pretty  wallpapers  like this one..&lt;img src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/thumb/200017035-001.jpg?x=x&amp;a=200017035-001&amp;amp;b=FPG&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;...too pinky for me but u get the gist of it or maybe u don't get it coz u have no idea where this post is goin. Relax, neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5336538-109324729648617328?l=subtlebreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109324729648617328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5336538/posts/default/109324729648617328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subtlebreeze.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109324729648617328' title=''/><author><name>Green Grass</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
