<?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-33582727</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:39:24.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary insanity</title><subtitle type='html'>this is the place where i put down random thoughts about this and that...it's about my moods,my space,my freedom,my life,my experiences,my smiles and for the times when i am really totally insane ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-990657387574952521</id><published>2007-09-28T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:00:28.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good book...bad book????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rv3b2AWB8OI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P8t4PjXleGY/s1600-h/140003065X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115486472614572258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rv3b2AWB8OI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P8t4PjXleGY/s200/140003065X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just finished reading this book "a fine balance" by rohinton mistry. first book of his i read. it came highly recommended to me and also had the stamp of "oprah's book club" which sold me. it a 752 page marathon book. it starts off realy well. i liked his writing, and the first 150 pages or so went real fast. then the whole thing got tedious. i read atleast 5 other books from the time i started it to the time i finished it. my god!!! does it drag or what, and so repetitive and damn, it's never ending. i almost abandoned it in the middle but decided, what the hell, i may as well finish it!!! i dont remember any one single story with so much suffering, and believe me, only suffering.very rarely you see a ray of hope shining thro'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know whether to call it realistic, cos it is actually pretty close to how people live in india, but at times it got too hmm....too realistic maybe.and at times very gory and explicit. maybe i just like to continue living in my fantasy and not think about such things as caste, the trials and tribulations of being a widow without much money or the guy from the mountains who knows nothing apart from that. the characters in the book have been put down so well, like theis guy rajaram, who is a hair-collector(i din't know such professions existed :)), or there is shankar, who is a limbless beggar, or beggarmaster, who owns all the beggars in the area and walks around with a briefcase full of coins chained to his wrist, and monkey-man and his monkies laila and majnu and dog tikka.ofcourse these and some other small tidbits now and then bring a smile your face, but through most of it i had a grimace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i ain't saying it's no good, i just haven't been able to make up my mind about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna say this though, if any of u out there wanna read it, sure go ahead....especially if u have loads of time on your hands ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**i hope in writing this(i'd like to say critic, but i guess it would be pushing it too far;))so, i shall stick to 'my view', i din't hurt anybody's feelings if they felt differently....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-990657387574952521?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/990657387574952521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=990657387574952521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/990657387574952521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/990657387574952521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-bookbad-book.html' title='good book...bad book????'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rv3b2AWB8OI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P8t4PjXleGY/s72-c/140003065X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-4536919102730189156</id><published>2007-09-13T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:36:58.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sundays???what are those???</title><content type='html'>come september and my sundays have vanished!!! friends had warned me about this and i had snootily said"i can deal with it" or "i will learn to like it". but that fateful day arrived and i have to say it just left me with a bad headache and a sore mood!! and i thought it was only a sunday exercise, oh no, there i was mistaken. they have one every monday night as well.... i am sure many of the wives/girlfriends/moms (basically most women) will sympathise with me and hate their sundays from sept to february too.....most of u might have guessed, and guessed right, FOOTBALL. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rulzpw7bHuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i_tgaAUEYrU/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109742413574512354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rulzpw7bHuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i_tgaAUEYrU/s400/football.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that violent game, where one guy is ready to kill another or if not&lt;br /&gt;completely maul him(like the recent pitbull maulings of people), atleast make sure he goes home with one broken bone, u know just for memories :) and this my dear readers, i am subjected to every sunday. and it's soooo loud i wish i were deaf!! i have a deal with R, he can either watch the morning game or the afternoon one :) and i am such a sucker, seeing the intense concentration on his face, the reactions to things happening on the field, so animated, so child like, i am sure i will let him watch both games if he begs a little ;) so, my only hope is if he will stick to our deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that complicated to understand, but I just don't get the essence of a guy trying to make a touchdown, fighting and waving like a raging bull to make it, and my god are these guys huge. they are called the 300 pounder or 340 pounder, like as if it is a 3 lb burger from big mac they are talking about!! and for this they get paid like millions of dollars!!! if i don't soon learn to appreciate the game(which i very much doubt i will) i'll have to find something to do out of the house between 9-12 and 1-4 plus the overtimes. guess i'll just be visitor on sunday evenings!!!! ;);)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-4536919102730189156?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4536919102730189156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=4536919102730189156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/4536919102730189156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/4536919102730189156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/sundayswhat-are-those.html' title='sundays???what are those???'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rulzpw7bHuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i_tgaAUEYrU/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-8249034052081010858</id><published>2007-08-20T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:03:35.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age no bar....</title><content type='html'>today, i felt good. i felt young at heart, mind, body, soul, fitness..... ask me why??? well, i am not sure it's anything to brag about except for the fact that somebody thought i was just 23yrs compared to my much older age ;)(ofcourse i was in a room full of over 55 ladies) but that always always feels good right?right?anyway,this is what happened....&lt;br /&gt;i got up early this morning deciding to go and sign up for the 9:15am aerobics class. i needed a change from the everyday running and gymming. so this looked like a good class. it clearly said in the brochure that it was 'aerobics for all'. so i went. and what do i see? there was this nice hall filled with sweet old grandma looking ladies. they were standing around chatting, and then i entered. all of them looked at me like i was crazy coming there.the average age difference between the ladies in the room and me was atleast 50 years. one of them was 78years old,or wait, should i say young :). they were all so active, moving their legs, arms and tush as if there was no tomorrow. so smartly dressed, all of them in colourful tracks, shorts and tees.i actually felt frumpy in my all black, slimming, tracks and t shirt!!! i was like, what am i doing here? maybe i should walk across to the gym and do my usual drill. then i thought, oh what the hell, lemme finish this class. i ain't no quitter ;). so i stuck it out. and u know what? i really enjoyed meself. it was fun, these oldie-goldie, pish-posh ladies stole my heart. the way they were smiling and talking to me, the way they were working so hard to get their steps right, so particular about the correct foot going up, or kicking or whatever. on the whole i had quite a blast!!! and i think i just may go back for the next class on wednesday :) :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-8249034052081010858?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8249034052081010858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=8249034052081010858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8249034052081010858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8249034052081010858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/age-no-bar.html' title='Age no bar....'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-2894103706599003769</id><published>2007-08-17T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:07:01.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor baby...aww....i din't mean to leave you :(</title><content type='html'>Hell!!am i allowed to swear? well it's my blog so, dang it!! oh, there i go again, but thats a new word i have added to my already colourful vocabulary of swear words :) and love using it at every opportunity i get. so anyway, before i got side tracked i was gonna say "hell!it's been so long since i wrote a post." Lets just say that the reason for neglecting my blog is my being extremely lazzzzz...y. i don't know, for a while i was just busy. i had just started school, getting used to the way studying is done here in the USA, getting used to marriage, being a nice wife;), cooking, cleaning etc etc and basically just enjoying ummm.....my marriage. so there started the neglect, and then it just became a habit. i used to open my blog to read stuff written by my fellow bloggers, but me write? i never even thought of it!! it felt like all those creative or not so creative, but juices are juices, just weren't flowing. now and then i would think that i should go home and write about this and that on my blog, but then come home and it's the same. Writer's block. That's what i call it.&lt;br /&gt;yeniways, today i decided that i am not going to ignore my baby anymore. i shall write, yes, even if the juices are not flowing(like now) and torture my few readers into completly eliminating my blog from their blog rolls!!! So people, gear up and get ready, insanity is going to hit u soon!!!!! :) Have fun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-2894103706599003769?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2894103706599003769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=2894103706599003769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2894103706599003769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2894103706599003769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-poor-babyawi-dint-mean-to-leave-you.html' title='my poor baby...aww....i din&apos;t mean to leave you :('/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-3476805065177530638</id><published>2007-06-05T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:09:43.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yipee, yipee ya ya.... i have been TagGed!!!!</title><content type='html'>i am so excited!! thanks dee for tagging me.this is the first time i have been tagged in my blogging life!! but the weird thing is, though i was so excited, it took me so many days to actually sit down and write this blog. i blame it totally on my supposed studying for my driving test, which i am so stressed about, more than for anyother test or exam in my life. i am like, a...isn't driving in india so much easier, some people don't even have to give a test to drive. ok ok, i can hear dee in my head, S stop digressing and do the above tag!! so i start to think, 9 things about meself, one of which is the untruth!! it's tougher than it sounds. howmuch ever i love talking about myself, i realise i actually may not be such a narcist. yipee!! so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love life!! i like everything about it. the good times, not so good times, the blue skies, the rain, the sun, the people, food, the colours, the nicknacks, animals. the whole experience of life itself is great!! but oh, i forgot, i do so hate the cold, unless i am wearing a very nice flattering sweater ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can talk continuously without a stop. i can go on ya ya ya yakyakyak....on and on.i can crack loads of PJs and nothing better i like than people laughing at my jokes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can read for hours at a time without a break. and my favourite reading place being the loo. i had a library in the loo back home. though i often wonder why, must be the peace, quiet and tranquility in there eh ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there maybe very few things i like better than a game of tennis, a walk, a run along the beach or a trek or a good solid workout. the cool of the air hitting my face or the sweet sweaty feel after a run. these usually give me a high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am a "bi"holic- 1. a chocoholic 2. a shoeoholic. i can eat howmuch ever chocolate, anytype, anyplace. and i don't mind if it's chocolate bar, cake, muffin, ice cream...anything! the other is shoes. love them too. i am attracted to them like a bee to honey!! oh god S, that sounds so corny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am also "bi"phobic. 1.hydrophobic 2. cockroachophobia. though i know to swim i am petrified of water. i live in a fear of drowning or a tsunami striking. and the second one, i won't even start. i usually start hyperventilating if i see even a dead cockroach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i sing like an angel or so i have been told. if i listen to a song once it usually sticks in my head. i am usually found practising when the house is empty or in the bathroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i enjoy driving!! i can drive for hours, alone too. i don't even mind driving in the b'lore rush hour traffic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i usually live in awe. i am mostly looking open mouthed at almost everything and anything. i am always surprised or often find myself shocked by most things and people around me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;             there, i am done atlast. i wonder what took me so long. it was a poece of cake ;). let's see if anyone can figure out which is the big LIE!!!! well, i don't know too many bloggers to tag. so i shall leave it to whoever wants to do this tag..... Thanks!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-3476805065177530638?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3476805065177530638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=3476805065177530638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/3476805065177530638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/3476805065177530638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/06/yipee-yipee-ya-ya-i-have-been-tagged.html' title='yipee, yipee ya ya.... i have been TagGed!!!!'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-8260945890085483283</id><published>2007-05-30T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:53:18.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PasSion ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rl-jOJwNcqI/AAAAAAAAADg/AVljybyCFNQ/s1600-h/P10486142.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070950851146510962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rl-i7pwNcnI/AAAAAAAAADI/AYrFKduh1qs/s200/100_shoes_final_cover.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if anyone was to ask me "what are you most passionate about?" my answer, well would be to turn around, smile and say "why, shoes of course"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love shoes, sandals, slippers, flip-flops, espadrilles,strappy stuff, any whichever actually.... that's a fact and those who know me will vouch for it, and well, the people who have to live with this passion of mine,hmm... they usually go bang their heads against a wall when i go to buy a new pair. actually, it's not only buying, owning, wearing that i like so much. even just walking down a street, i will definately look at people's shoes. not just the women, i don't spare even men's shoes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070951336477815474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rl-jX5wNcrI/AAAAAAAAADo/PSAqml9QlwY/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am like a magnet when it comes to shoes. i see a shoe store, a display in the window and i definately make a bee line for it. it's also a great pick-me-up. a little down, well, i just go to a mall and try on a few pairs and then am as happy as a lark :). i don't even have to buy to get a high!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am very fussy about the colour, the heel, the texture etc etc. i buy some pairs for comfort wear and some to wear once in a while, a few dressy and i even have a few which are like 'sit in the car, get out, sit on chair, and then get back in car and come home'.i won't even try to walk more than 2 steps with them on!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rl-jIZwNcpI/AAAAAAAAADY/xgtog766nDo/s1600-h/mban1672l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i happened to tell my husband the other day that shoes are better than clothes. i prefer to get shoes than clothes!! and he gave me that weird look like"what am i married to?" i mean, he is used to my shoe obsession and also not used to it!!! does that make sense?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for me, it's not the diamonds but the shoes which are my best friend !!! unless of course the diamonds are on the shoe!!!!!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rl-lXZwNctI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G9P93m09c9c/s1600-h/060906_shoes_240x320.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-8260945890085483283?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8260945890085483283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=8260945890085483283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8260945890085483283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8260945890085483283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/05/passion.html' title='PasSion ;)'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rl-i7pwNcnI/AAAAAAAAADI/AYrFKduh1qs/s72-c/100_shoes_final_cover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-8352887193614776562</id><published>2007-05-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:18:54.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDicteD......</title><content type='html'>people, i have officially been given the status of an Addict!!! :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, it's not to grass, heroine, marijuana, alcohol, cigarettes etc. no, all these seem like lame addictions compared to the one i have developed. i have gotten "attached" is the word i should maybe use, to Craig's List!!! i know, everybody is going like ugh...craig's list!!!!but seriously, i sleep, eat, walk, talk and breathe it. i don't know what to do. the only help i got in the way of de-addiction is my husband saying "stop it, just shut the computer off". well that was a bit too mild maybe or just not very helpful. i am at it once he is outta the house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need help!!!&lt;br /&gt;but really, for those of you who haven't ventured into this website, you are missing something. go ahead, look around, get a feel of it, but don't get addicted to..........Craig's list!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-8352887193614776562?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8352887193614776562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=8352887193614776562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8352887193614776562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8352887193614776562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/05/addicted.html' title='ADDicteD......'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-313615149399556131</id><published>2007-05-15T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:00:51.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just sat and watched "50 First Dates". That has got to be one of the cutest movies I have ever seen... lots of friends were telling me that this is a must see and now that I have, I agree!! I mean, I don't know how real it is, where one can find this awsome, awsome, cute guy, who will make you fall in love with him every single day.. isn't that what dreams/fantasies are made of??&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, it is a total feel good, makes you happy, hope it was true kinda movie....&lt;br /&gt;really enjoyed this one. definately a 1000 times better than Spiderman 3;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-313615149399556131?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/313615149399556131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=313615149399556131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/313615149399556131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/313615149399556131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-sat-and-watched-50-first-dates.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-6843461870811208315</id><published>2007-05-04T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:31:46.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day that was....</title><content type='html'>today at last i have decided to sit and pen down things i wuld like to remember about my wedding!!! high time too, actually not, it's been just 14 days, 2 weeks to be precise!!! hmm.. i must remind R, i just might me able to get a 2 week anniversary present!! do u think that will work? i very much doubt it,  lol ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*date:19 n 20 april, 2007&lt;br /&gt;*place: bangalore&lt;br /&gt;*was on the auspicious akshaya tritiya day. so mayb that will help eh?gud stars and all...&lt;br /&gt;*the day arrived after 6 months of frenzy anticipation, tension, nerves, planning,work, and of course shopping till the last minute!!!i never thought that shopping could get to me!&lt;br /&gt;*19th was pretty much fun in the morning, apart from an extremely nervous bride,from not finding my exact matching jewellry to fighting with my to be husband in a few hours!! so ok, it was not the most auspicious start.... then we had the good lunch with my fav bele holige, so that kinda made up for the weird morning!!&lt;br /&gt;*things got bad with the rains in the evening, just in time for the arrival of the groom n family. i was not in the chatra so din't see all the drama unfold, but we had it all, people getting wet, stuck in the notorious b'lore traffic, the heavy rain, tree falling right in front of the chatra. i came back after resting the afternoon at a friends', to all this chaos. i was like, what the ....!!! but luckily all things went on better later in the evening and everyone settled down.&lt;br /&gt;*oh i forgot, the funniest were the poojaries. the assistant who came in the mornin, he had such a monotonous tone, my sis n i kept having giggling bouts and got really dirty looks from my BIL!!&lt;br /&gt;the best was the guy who came for the varapooje(the main, head poojari). well, he was really hilarious!!! he was like a spittle fountain. he was giving me this really nice, or rather a very interesting n informative lecture on all the ceremonies and their significance but made it humanly impossible for me to concentrate for long, cos man the rain was now inside.only, it wasn't harvestable rain water but rather loads of spittle!! he reminded me of Satish Shah in Main Hoon Na!!,ok, so he was oldish n wore dentures,but it was still quite miserable.i was sure i would have spittle stains on my silk sarees, cos they really did travel the distance!! :)anyway, will never forget this guy!!&lt;br /&gt;*20th The D-day had arrived. i would like to remember myself as the demurely dressed bride. i think this was the most traditionally dressed me, ever!! with all appendages, false jadde, wrapped in mallige and kanakamra hua, a long bindi, mati on my head, bangles, i even wore anklets!!actually it was nice, that yellow-gold saree, the colour which made the silk look so rich(i believe people told my MIL, that my saree was too simple, and that i should have worn something much grander, ugghh...i don't even want to think of it:)).it was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;*then the jeerge-bella ritual during anthrapata, i won hands down, so guess who is the boss in the marriage??? R will never agree that i won.... but really, who cares rite? ;) i do i do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*then was the dhare time. i had such mixed feelings. nobody cried in the family, except my sister had tears in her eyes(understandable,she was doing the kanya daana) n this real sweetheart,emotional cousin of mine!! but i guess i felt a twinge when i saw my sis n mom.&lt;br /&gt;* the saptapadi, which is essentially the 7 vows of 'to love n cherish', kinda zipped by!! i only remember R trying to desperately twist the toe rings into place, n me directing him to turn it this way n that. at the end the ghee did the trick!!&lt;br /&gt;*i remember this funny thing, we r supposed to be the shy bride who doesn't take her husband's name, so all these oldies around kept coming n asking me, and i had to blush n softly n slowly say his name!! i was so fed up with the whole drill. so when this older couple came n asked me this for the nth time, i lost it and thought, well time for some fun!! so i looked at R n very seriously said, "hmm... i seem to have forgotten, what was it again?" well, u should have seen the look on their faces...but worse than that were the looks i got "what's wrong with her" kinda looks!! but my wicked double had fun!! so it was ok i guess ;)&lt;br /&gt;*some of the other rituals we had were fun too, don't remember the entire chain of events. oh, the gowri puja in the morning was ummm....what will be the word i would use i wonder? how abt if we say interesting. this was the first time i was doing it, n had no clue how o. bless my MIL, she patiently taught me the entire thing. the exchange of the 'maraas' and the other stuff. the worst part was when everybody left me in the room to continue the puja and pushed off for the all important kashi yaatre. i was told by at least 5 people not to talk, but to sit like a gud child and do the puja. now people who know me will vouch n bet that i did not keep mumm but rather went on chatting. well....they wouldn't be very far from the truth. it was tough ok, not to talk for like 15  mins, and my friends were tottering in one by one. common, i wanted to be a gud hostess at my wedding ;). i hope this din't affect the sanctity of my prayers, since i was praying that R would b a gud husband, and more importantly(acc. to Mr. poojari) would be faithful to me!!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;*All this done, i was starving.... i had supposedly not eaten anything from the morning(except the idlis and halwa my mom had smuggled in for me in the wee hours, before the gowri pooja ;)), so lunch was welcome. it was time for the elaborate "bhoomada oota".there is this one huge plate made of a no. of banana leaves made for the bride n groom, silver plates, glasses....well lets say we were pampered. but that's not all. this is pretty silly actually, all these people sit around u, make u feed eachother, big huge chaklies and laddoos!!i don't from whr they get such thrills....but ofcourse R n I played our part to the hilt!smiled, blushed  n said noooo at the right moments, so in the end it was fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*reception time, almost 3 hrs of nonstop, smiling, pictures and posing for the camera!! but u know what, i realised something,how much ever we crib, it's  worth it!! all these people, some u don't know, others u know from sometime and still others who are an integral part of your life, take the time to come n wish u...and when that sinks in, u realise that it was a moment to be cherished... it's not that tough to get your smile going!!!&lt;br /&gt;*the colours, rich and resplendent, all silks, i mean i can surely say we see this only in a south indian wedding, thanks to all the kaanchivaram sarees that every single lady dons and the men not left far behind in their silk dhothis n shalyas, or kurta-pyjamas. well, it was really awsome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, i can remember only these few things, but surely these would be some of the moments i want to remember for the rest of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;and of course, one thing that stood out right through the two days was this wish n need that my father could have been there.... that was always at the back of my mind. but i do know that he was there in my heart and from somewhere up there he was watching and i had his blessings!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you Papa, miss u loads n loads....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-6843461870811208315?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6843461870811208315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=6843461870811208315&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6843461870811208315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6843461870811208315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-that-was.html' title='the day that was....'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-2115332069440433925</id><published>2007-05-02T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:07:51.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/RjkLKe40YmI/AAAAAAAAABk/vAFjiNYzL4Q/s1600-h/mothers_day_9.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/RjkKF-40YlI/AAAAAAAAABc/jhxQRzIXk64/s1600-h/mothers0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060086754224398930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/RjkKF-40YlI/AAAAAAAAABc/jhxQRzIXk64/s200/mothers0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 13th, 2007 is Mother's Day!! well, it's the day people take time out to thank their mom's for all that she has done for them in the past. but do u think it's fair that you have only that one day designated to thank them for all that they have given you? according to me(ok i know, who is asking me:)) but i would still like to add my 2 cents, as in everything), mom's should be thanked every single day, every day should be their day!! i am sure loads of people out there will agree with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the first year that i am not with my mom on mother's day. usually, we both go out to lunch, i make tea for her in the mornin, try not to argue with her, cos it's her day!! when i landed in the US the other day, i was like "i am not even missing home". but the reaction set in yesterday. and the first thing i wanted to do was pick up the phone and talk to Ma...and was i glad to hear her voice. like she says, one of these days i am gonna feel so homesick, that i am gonna sit and cry myself dry, and screech "i want my ma ma". R has been so proud of me for not crying all these days, i wonder what he'll do when this happens.lol, waiting to see (sadist that i am :)). anyways, getting back to mom, she has been my support, my backbone these past few years after my dad passed on. i really don't know how i would have coped without her. sure we have our issues, but we usually work around them... to me, Ma has been a friend, my dad, my sister, my ally, my confidante, my pal, my sooo many things(if that makes sense, lol) and ofcourse my Mom and i sure know am going to miss her oodles and oodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently, the day before my wedding, i had a massive fight with her. i said some hurtful things,which i shouldn't have. it hurt her really bad. it was put down to all the tension and nerves flying around. well ma, if u r reading this post, it was just that and nothing else. i didn't mean what i said....i love you lots and lots and am soooo missing you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to my mom, my friend..... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/RjkLZ-40YnI/AAAAAAAAABs/dRzPGS4RI5E/s1600-h/j0136963.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060088197333410418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/RjkLZ-40YnI/AAAAAAAAABs/dRzPGS4RI5E/s200/j0136963.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a wonderful "Mother's Year" ahead ma....muah:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-2115332069440433925?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2115332069440433925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=2115332069440433925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2115332069440433925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2115332069440433925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/05/mother.html' title='Mother....'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/RjkKF-40YlI/AAAAAAAAABc/jhxQRzIXk64/s72-c/mothers0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-2969517223005961434</id><published>2007-05-02T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:15:33.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rjj_RO40YhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SuYQFEJr0hc/s1600-h/regret.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060074852870021650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rjj_RO40YhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SuYQFEJr0hc/s320/regret.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all tend to regret things we have done/said.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;while surfing i found this image posted by someone on photobucket. i think it says a lot.... read it, take a minute to think and you'll know what i am talking about!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-2969517223005961434?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2969517223005961434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=2969517223005961434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2969517223005961434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2969517223005961434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-all-tend-to-regret-things-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyfEjpt40M/Rjj_RO40YhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SuYQFEJr0hc/s72-c/regret.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-4282881402387325826</id><published>2007-04-30T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:30:47.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i weird, or am i weirrddddd....</title><content type='html'>is there anyone around here who din't cry during their wedding. not one goddamn tear!! ok thats pardonable S, cos u can just say that everything happenend sooo fast, din't have time to even think, forget getting my lacrimal glands to work.....&lt;br /&gt;but what really took the cake n d icing n d lil cherry too was that the glands din't work when i left india either!! i had pictured myself boohooing, and bawling and that the lacrimal fluid would be pouring out, and my husband would need buckets so that the unorganized and chaotic b'lore airport din't get flooded!! but but not one tear, not a drop!! i couldn't believe myself. i kept asking R "do u think i am weird?" one minute i was hugging everybody at the airport and the next pushing my luggage trolley in the rush, i just looked back and told ma that i had left some inconsequential stuff, and to send it with my uncle and the next  minute i had turned and gone, hoping that none of my stuff would get thrown out of my suitcase!!!&lt;br /&gt;and then i got to San Diego, and friend's were asking if i cried? and i was feeling really upset to say that i din't!!!&lt;br /&gt;weirdo!!! that's what u r S!!! but i forgive u, mayb jus mayb cos i am sure of delayed reaction setting in soon......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-4282881402387325826?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4282881402387325826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=4282881402387325826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/4282881402387325826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/4282881402387325826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i-weird-or-am-i-weirrddddd.html' title='am i weird, or am i weirrddddd....'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-5921637514836317912</id><published>2007-04-06T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T04:34:06.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been so long since i wrote anything, i had even forgotten my login!!! well thats cos i hav just been real busy, doing... well, absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i resigned from work, i have been just sitting around, listening to music, reading, watching loads of movies on TV. i mean i actually sat thro' an entire emraan hashmi starrer!!!hard to beat eh? and the dumbest thing, i found myself recommending this movie to my cousin. he gave a snort of laughter and told me to get a life. you see, for him(actually mayb everybody ;0)emraan hasmi = himesh reshammiyya :)!!!&lt;br /&gt;though i rather like the shopping bouts  between all this, and i don't even feel guilty! it's like this, i am getting married in 2 weeks time, so shopping is legitimate, right? even mom is not questioning my silly shopping sprees. ofcourse she keeps an eagle eye when i veer towards the bigger stuff!! though i have been warned by ma and my fiance,NO MORE SHOES!!!well thats sad, really :( i am from the school of thought that u can never have enough of them, u can be without clothes, but shoes??? nah... they will only complement the naked look ;) ok ok just kidding, or else my fiance may just start questioning my intentions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what do i say, never thought i would say this, but life without work sure is boring! and the grass is always greener on the other side!!&lt;br /&gt;the worst part is, it's not the happening thing to go out in the sun too much, to just loaf around, they(read ma and aunt) would prefer if i don't drive, well maybe walk too. and the clever excuse is, u r the bride, u will get tanned, u will get and look tired. i mean what am i supposed to do!! shifting my butt from one sofa to the next all day is not much fun, and what with all the good food and jalebis, am not sure butt will fit on the sofa soon!!! then what am i going to do....&lt;br /&gt;well thats a bone i am going to wrangle with for the next 2 weeks, so can't do much eh? will be stuck at home and watch more TV i guess....&lt;br /&gt; Jay! Emraan Hashmi and double Jay Hallmark n HBO n Zee Studio n all the rest of the channels,not to forget Ftv!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-5921637514836317912?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5921637514836317912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=5921637514836317912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/5921637514836317912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/5921637514836317912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-so-long-since-i-wrote-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-2766443071122120606</id><published>2007-03-08T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:59:14.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am on a roll people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes I wish that I was the weather, you'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day.”&lt;br /&gt;    -John Mayer Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let you go and I cant get through.”&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/ani_difranco/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Ani Difranco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I love you smile at me, I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near....I believe this is heaven to no one else but me.”&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give you answers that you want me to.”&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-2766443071122120606?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2766443071122120606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=2766443071122120606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2766443071122120606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2766443071122120606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/03/am-on-roll-people-sometimes-i-wish-that.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-4683423868319558714</id><published>2007-03-08T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:34:17.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>during one of my random, clueless searches on google, i came across this quote and found it funny!! and i sometimes feel like i know who exactly that Jerk is :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/stress-the_confusion_created_when_one-s_mind/161718.html"&gt;Stress: The confusion created when one's mind overrides the body's basic desire to choke the living daylights out of some jerk who desperately deserves it&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-4683423868319558714?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4683423868319558714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=4683423868319558714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/4683423868319558714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/4683423868319558714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/03/during-one-of-my-random-clueless.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-8855511432843015623</id><published>2007-03-02T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T03:56:06.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As tomorrow is my last day at work, I am busy deleting all the crazy and not so crazy stuff I have collected on my desktop!! Yes, even all the groovy George Clooney and Hugh Jackman pictures!! It's like if I can't see and enjoy, then no one else should!!! Perverse pleasure....:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was sorting thro' this mess, I came across this lil poem from www.storybin.com....it's called "A Life Poem".... Enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can seem ungrateful and not always kind. &lt;br /&gt;Life can pull at your heartstrings and play with your mind... &lt;br /&gt;Life can be blissful and happy and free... &lt;br /&gt;Life can put beauty in the things that you see... &lt;br /&gt;Life can place challenges right at your feet... &lt;br /&gt;Life can make good of the hardships we meet... &lt;br /&gt;Life can overwhelm you and make your head spin... &lt;br /&gt;Life can reward those determined to win... &lt;br /&gt;Life can be hurtful and not always fair... &lt;br /&gt;Life can surround you with people who care... &lt;br /&gt;Life clearly does offer its Up and its Downs... &lt;br /&gt;Life's days can bring you both smiles and frowns... &lt;br /&gt;Life teaches us to take the good with the bad... &lt;br /&gt;Life is a mixture of happy and sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-8855511432843015623?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8855511432843015623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=8855511432843015623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8855511432843015623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8855511432843015623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-tomorrow-is-my-last-day-at-work-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-8476265559427933772</id><published>2007-02-28T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:51:41.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gorgeous grand graceful glittering glorious.......</title><content type='html'>Oh wow!! what a super super weekend!!! Was in Goa with these three really fundu, sweet happy, happening girls :). Together, we roamed the streets and beaches of Goa, in a state of perpetual excitement.This was a long awaited holiday, which we have been planning for eons n eons!! Have not seen a place which is more filled and overflowing with life, colour and culture all packed into one goody bag called Goa!!&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted to do the Goa thingy with friends. The last time i went was with family, where we stayed in this nice resort tucked away in a corner of the state and stayed there in oblivion for some 3 days.... it was nice, after all my grandma's big 80, so considering that, it was a restful, relaxing 3 days!!&lt;br /&gt; This time, well it was something else!!It sure was relaxing and restful but at the same time it was exciting!! I had always heard about Baga Beach, Anjuna, Candolim, this time I actually lived it!! I had heard about the shacks, this time I saw them!The place is always pulsating with life!!!&lt;br /&gt;  Every place we visited was different, be it the Terekol fort, or the fountainhans(hope i spelt it right!), or that quiant lil portugese resturant right opposite our place(oh and the owner was darling :)),or Tito's, man that place is a landmark in the state!!Never seen no nite club soo advertised in B'lore!!I was thinking we shld send our dear &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kumaraswamy to show him what we should do to B'lore. He seriously is curbing our partying spirits, which is a serious crime Mr. Chief Minister!!!Will consider writing a letter to him on the same;)&lt;br /&gt;The place seems so safe, do what u want, when u want kinda thingy. The only time u get really irked by the laid back attitude is at Breakfast, when u have stayed out late, gotten up  even later and you are ravenous, these people donot give u your order for at least 45 mins. can u believe that, 45 mins to get an egg and toast!!!&lt;br /&gt; But  the rest of the time is something else, u like the place for its easy, no one is in a hurry,do what u want attitude. Man! u cAn get away with murder and no one would know ;)where else could us heavy weights wear a backless top or even just a spagetti top and get away with it!!certainly not here...&lt;br /&gt;the bestest part(for a person like me, who loves driving) are the roads.People of b'lore, we don't know what roads are!!The roads in Goa are awsome,smooth as a baby's bottom is the first thing that came to my mind, hehehee..but really i loved the driving!!poor V asked me several times if she could drive, but i was like "no, it's ok, i am not tired". the truth, i knew in B'lore i wouldn't be able to drive so aaraamse, with my mind wandering happily, nobody blaring their horns in my ear, hmmm... such bliss!!oh ya, i loved the Rumblers too..&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, people, Goa Rocks!!!can do this again and again, and will never tire of it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-8476265559427933772?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8476265559427933772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=8476265559427933772&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8476265559427933772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8476265559427933772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/02/gorgeous-grand-graceful-glittering.html' title='gorgeous grand graceful glittering glorious.......'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-5472863273443954836</id><published>2007-02-07T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T02:48:55.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BitterSweeT GooDbYes......</title><content type='html'>As my wedding is on the 20th of April,after which i will be going away to another place, another time, leaving my mom behind, i decided to resign from work a bit earlier than planned and spend some time with her. Having been with this company for only about a year, I din't think I would feel so bad about it!! It seemed like, wow, will resign and sit at home for a while, enjoy with ma, shop, eat and generally be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently though, along with all the gamut of weird emotions i have been going thro', a new one has suddenly crept up. I am feeling really sad about leaving work. The day before I was supposed to give my letter, I was talking to my fiance about it, and he was generally asking me if I was feeling bad about leaving, and if I was feeling distress at the thought of having to leave etc. At that time, I just laughed it off saying"oh!paleese, I am so glad I am getting outta here" kinda attitude.But surprise, surprise!! am feeling really awful that I am leaving!I never ever thought I would feel like this.....&lt;br /&gt;but am sure gonna miss it all.&lt;br /&gt;The fights and arguments with my fellow cabbies, the loud music in the morning on the way to work, the silly jokes, the laughing and chattering about the whole day in the evenings!!And then the colleagues in the office and esp. my group!&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Sendil, sitting and sleeping in his chair,looking as if he is working(believe me he even manages to move the mouse:)),his love of guitars, his loud booming laugh and his awsome awsome drawings, and not to forget his obsession with super heroes. He has promised to make my caricature before I leave and I will make sure he does.And he just told me today that he thinks he is a 'floor workout kinda guy' :)!!ROTFWLOL&lt;br /&gt;Prashanth, this slip of a guy, not more than 5"3', thinks the world needs to bow to him!But a very sweet know-it-all!!He is the only guy I know who loves flowers and that is usually his desktop wallpaper, uses the word "whatever" more than I do,very friendly too.A lil lazy but common, who isn't rite? He and I usually have these longish conversations on gymming(which I do regularly and he is regularly irregular at it!),and every morning discussion recently has been on Big Boss!The only person other than me who i know was addicted to the show:).Will always remember him,helped me alot during my initial stages in the company and I will always remember that I did my first monitoring visit with him!!!&lt;br /&gt; Then there is dear old Subhash, one sweet man. We fondly call him chachu!!And sometimes chuglee chachu as he is the private eye for our boss!! With a conservative outlook, and crazy about his 'missus'(thats what he still calls his wife!), and we all always smile. He is mostly shouting at somebody or the other on the phone, in that weird hoarse+girlish voice of his, and always making us take stuff to sites in order to save money for the company(which is completely opposite to our motto).He hates the fact that being a brahmin I eat non-vegetarian!!And keeps warning me not to go trekking ever since some guys who did go, had gotten lost in the forests never to return!!Can never forget his possessiveness about the randomization either!!Memories of him will always make me smile, oh ya, and how he can't really hear much, I have to literally shake his chair to get him to realise I am talking to him!! &lt;br /&gt;Bindhya Cariappa aka BC, as we call her. Our boss!very smart, young,sauve,diplomat to the core. Wanting to please all.She is truly a madam know it all, I know best!!Me thinks she was born with the phone to her ear!!But she has her pluses too.Very nice and friendly,i mean I know after working for her it will be very tough to work for someone else, she has actually spoilt us. Always remembers b'days, and remembers to gift us something. Wears very smart pretty jewellery(except for that one very vile, yellow ear ring)which Dee and I keep eyeing!!And just like the typical boss, shoves us to the forefront in stick situations!!&lt;br /&gt; And last but not the least, there is Deepti!!A fellow dentist like me,in her I have found a friend!!And hope to be that way forever. we spend our day together,come and go together, sit next to each other,go out to gether.We are the butt of many jokes for this reason. She is actually called my 'better half' :)!!!But I totally adore her, with her open laughter, her smile at all times, she is usually bubbling with energy, her frank opinions, and she talks faster than the concorde, continuously and more than anyone I know!!I will totally miss our afternoon walks, our once  a month fries eating and our extended hours of coffee breaks, our travels together on monitoring, man that was fun!!will miss u gal!&lt;br /&gt;I will also not forget our days at the KCA building with this group, so much more fun than vasanthnagar!!&lt;br /&gt;  And then there are these other people, co workers, call them whatever, nice people they are!Like usha with the hawkish eye, who will comment every single day on what I wear!!Then megha, with her really 'lakshana makha' and her nice good morning.Tintu, who will always speak to me in malyalam and smile, kalyani, aksha, catherine.Oh ya and there is jibu, who is real weird with his silly sense of humour, but I always smile at his PJs.and Mr. Chakrapani, this sweet elderly guy, who was sometime in Russia and so always starts by saying "in russia.....", but a very nice man who always has a smile on his face.....God!!am gonna miss all these people!!even Mr.Krishnamurthy, with his discoloured front tooth(once a dentist...),and rude kamal in the other dept., scary sanil,and the oh so haughty bharathi, the guy with the colourful ties, and last but not the least 'yama' aka manish nanoo,our systems guy(very weird this one, i tell u) and lots of others!!&lt;br /&gt;God! have just about 3 weeks to go, and then am done here. There will be relief, sadness, regret, happiness, joy etc. a whole array of emotions!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But, what has to happen will happen, I guess!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-5472863273443954836?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5472863273443954836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=5472863273443954836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/5472863273443954836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/5472863273443954836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/02/bittersweet-goodbyes.html' title='BitterSweeT GooDbYes......'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-1658182011339670509</id><published>2007-02-06T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:38:05.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pride and Prejudice By Jane Austen- One of my favourite books/movies(the BBC version with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy :)).Have read it so many times, parts of it, the whole thing, and am pretty sure i will do so many more times.Here are a few quotes from the book which i like to keep reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-1658182011339670509?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1658182011339670509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=1658182011339670509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/1658182011339670509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/1658182011339670509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/02/pride-and-prejudice-by-jane-austen-one.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-3720922638605213763</id><published>2007-01-22T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T03:42:29.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Blogging Personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Blogging Type is Artistic and Passionate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/artistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see your blog as the ultimate personal expression - and work hard to make it great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment you may be working on a new dramatic design for your blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next, you're passionately writing about your pet causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is very important - and you're careful about who you share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-3720922638605213763?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3720922638605213763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=3720922638605213763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/3720922638605213763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/3720922638605213763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-your-blogging-personality.html' title='What&apos;s Your Blogging Personality?'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-6999501319585362736</id><published>2007-01-21T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:56:07.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.”&lt;br /&gt;  Unknown source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.” &lt;br /&gt; Sydney Smith &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I often wonder whether regret is good or bad. I think and many times find myself advising people that “whatever happens, happens for the best". But is that really true? Do things really improve? Do you eventually get&lt;br /&gt;              - What u want?&lt;br /&gt;              - Where u want to be?&lt;br /&gt;              - What u always thought u should be and do?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I find myself thinking more and more these days that "no, u thought absolutely wrong"!! Well, some things that happen do happen for the best, but (n there is always a but) there is always, always a question which follows - what if that didn’t happen? What if things had been different? What if I had done this instead of what I did? Important questions which do not always have answers!!That’s the saddest part of it all. Maybe if answers were there for me to see, it would've been better. Am not saying I would have not regretted stuff, but maybe, just maybe things would've seemed a lil brighter!!!&lt;br /&gt;  I always had this wish list in my mind, which I didn’t dare put down in writing lest things don't come true! But thinking back I realize I haven't achieved/got even a third of it, that is got to be the lowest low...I have always worked hard, did what was needed along the way, but just those few decisions that went the wrong way has changed the course of my life. Is that the road my life was destined to take? That is one big monster question that I am scared even to contemplate! It’s just too huge! Don’t even want to go there!! But these days, I seem to be taking little baby steps into that world, and trying to think things through. I was hoping I will be able to get some answers but I don't think that’s happening yet, have a long way to go (miles to go...)I am still in the” why did it have to happen to me" stage.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that the steps I take and the decisions I make in the future will be better and not ones I will regret to add to my cup of woes!! Hmm….. maybe that should be my new year goal/resolution(don’t add to the crap already happening in life, try to make it better and no more crappy(read wasteful) decisions, or maybe it should read, plainly and simply, that I need to take responsibility for my actions and face up to them)&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That was a lot of venting out!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey 2007!!!!Just the antidote I need!! I desperately hope so……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the things we decide are not what we know to be the best. We say yes, merely because we are driven into a corner and must say something." &lt;br /&gt;-Frank Crane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I make a bum decision, I go out and make another one. &lt;br /&gt;-Harry S Truman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-6999501319585362736?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6999501319585362736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=6999501319585362736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6999501319585362736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6999501319585362736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-only_22.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-2395917977635939013</id><published>2007-01-21T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:46:51.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary handicap????</title><content type='html'>i had this real bad fall on sunday morning, right there on the middle of the road. Lying sprawled out on my ass,the result of thoughts wandering and not seeing where i was going, i was thinking of what the world has come to, no passers stopping to help a poor damsel in distress. and distress it sure was. i had twisted my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;  Limping back home i thought ma would molly-coodle me and show some sympathy,well i was wrong!!all i got at first was "u have to pay attention when u r walking" kinda lecture. but then later she was really sweet, these moms i tell u, they first put across their point and then get on the right track(i mean our track!).&lt;br /&gt;but man,what with not being able to walk and my action packed plans for spending the sunday all gone down the drain, i was so bored!!&lt;br /&gt;the pessimist in me was in its element. first i had a sprain, then a fracture and then thoughts of what if i can never again walk, what if i can't run anymore, no gym, and the result of all this.... a big fat ass!!! OMG! what was i gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;well, as i knew, it was actually nothing. i started hobbling around by the evening and am at work today!!!limping a lil, but still ready to go to a sale at the end of the day!Retail therapy u know....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-2395917977635939013?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2395917977635939013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=2395917977635939013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2395917977635939013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2395917977635939013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/01/temporary-handicap.html' title='temporary handicap????'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-2302097644535012365</id><published>2007-01-17T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:28:11.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: Na jaane kyon....&lt;br /&gt; movie "chotee si baat" by Lata Mangeshkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na jaane kyon, hota hai yeh zindagi ke saath&lt;br /&gt;achanak ye man&lt;br /&gt;kisi ke jaane ke baad, kare phir usiki yaad&lt;br /&gt;chhoti chhoti si baat,  na jaane kyon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vo anjaan pal&lt;br /&gt;Dhal gaye kal, aaj vo&lt;br /&gt;rang badal badal,  man ko machal machal&lt;br /&gt;rahen, na chal na jaane kyon, vo anjaan pal&lt;br /&gt;tere bina mere nainon me&lt;br /&gt;Toote re haay re sapanon ke mahal&lt;br /&gt;na jaane kyon, hota hai yeh zindagi ke saath ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vahi hai dagar&lt;br /&gt;vahi hai safar, hai nahin&lt;br /&gt;saath mere magar,  ab mera hamsafar&lt;br /&gt;dhoonde nazar na jaane kyon, vahi hai dagar&lt;br /&gt;kahaa gaeen shamen madabhari&lt;br /&gt;vo mere, mere vo din gaye kidhar&lt;br /&gt;na jaane kyon, hota hai yeh zindagi ke saath ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-2302097644535012365?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2302097644535012365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=2302097644535012365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2302097644535012365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/2302097644535012365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/01/song-na-jaane-kyon.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-915935661813233699</id><published>2007-01-15T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:55:31.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood lessons....</title><content type='html'>These are some of the things that my parents made sure i knew and learnt(of course apart from the maths and physics). Even now am sure my mom and dad(the brightest shining star in the sky, guiding me)are watching and make sure I follow these rules, as I call it.It was never forced on me, but they do say that watching and learning is the best way!!Most of it i just picked up from them....&lt;br /&gt;So this is for u guys, THANK YOU SO MUCH. I AM WHAT I AM BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;- to take my responsibilities seriously, however small it maybe&lt;br /&gt;- to be happy with whatever u have cos many people have a lot less&lt;br /&gt;- stick to your limits&lt;br /&gt;- always feel u r the luckiest person, then u'll never want for more&lt;br /&gt;- be able to stand on your own two feet&lt;br /&gt;- be a giving, kind soul&lt;br /&gt;- don't be selfish, greedy and unhappy&lt;br /&gt;- don't be too materialistic and always want for more(am still trying to master this, it will b real long before i can do so:( )&lt;br /&gt;- to accept life as it is, cos it can't be changed too much!&lt;br /&gt;- to love all the people around you, atleast try not to hate them too much(believe me with some people it's a huge task!)&lt;br /&gt;- to forgive yourself for mistakes made, u always always have a second chance&lt;br /&gt;- forgive others, it makes u a better person&lt;br /&gt;- work for what u want,there is a sweet satisfaction in that!!and i have found out it's really true!&lt;br /&gt;- never take things/people for granted&lt;br /&gt;- always have respect for people older/younger to u(very cliche, but really needed)/friends/peers/collegues/everybody&lt;br /&gt;- stick to your principles, it will help u eventually, even if u get kicked in the butt a few times...&lt;br /&gt;- start ur day with a good morning to ur loved ones n end it with a good night&lt;br /&gt;- love people to be loved&lt;br /&gt;- compromises need to be made if u wanna b happy&lt;br /&gt;- education comes in all forms, not only from books&lt;br /&gt;- be self sufficient&lt;br /&gt;- never bend the rules, use the straight path to success&lt;br /&gt;- success is not all about money, there is a lot more to life;)&lt;br /&gt;- never have regrets, or atleast never let them rule your life;that's what ma told me just the other day when i cribbing to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of them which i remembered, the rest are there at the back of my mind, stored in some lil corner which i will fish out one fine day, am sure...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE U MA AND PAPA, ALWAYS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-915935661813233699?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/915935661813233699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=915935661813233699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/915935661813233699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/915935661813233699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/01/childhood-lessons.html' title='childhood lessons....'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-7682506616281682201</id><published>2007-01-11T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:52:00.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>warning!only for those in a mushy, inane mood with nothing else to do....</title><content type='html'>The quotes down below are a result of google search in the time of total boredom and not at all wanting to work!!&lt;br /&gt;it's only for those in a totally romantic, mushy mood;some of them are cute, some the feel good kind, some downright corny, some lovable, and some which just wanna make u say aah...(n get that dreamy look in ure eyes)Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because I love you doesn't mean I have to like you right now."&lt;br /&gt;- "How to Loose a Guy In ten Days"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want to marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;"So I can kiss you anytime I want!"&lt;br /&gt;- "Sweet Home Alabama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the only person that can make my heart beat faster and slower at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;- "The Hot Chick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love someone, you say it right then, right there otherwise, the moment just passes you by."&lt;br /&gt;- "My Best Friend's Wedding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere out there is the man you're supposed to marry and if you don't get him first, somebody else will...and then, you'll have to spend the rest of your life thinking that somebody else is married to your husband."&lt;br /&gt;- "When Harry Met Sally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather have three minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special."&lt;br /&gt;- "Steel Magnolias"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like the wind.. You can't see it, but you can feel it."&lt;br /&gt;- "A Walk to Remember"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with a person, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."&lt;br /&gt;- "When Harry Met Sally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A name makes no matter to me, as long as I can call you my own."&lt;br /&gt;- "A Knight's Tale"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guarantee there’ll be tough times; I guarantee that at some point, one, or both of us is gonna wanna get out of this thing; But I also guarantee, that if I don’t ask you to be mine, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life... because I know in my heart, that you’re the only one for me."&lt;br /&gt;- "Runaway Bride"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’ve kissed a guy... I’ve kissed guys. I just haven’t felt that thing.... That thing... that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy, and the only thing in focus is you and this person. And you realize that that person is the only person you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment you get this amazing gift. And you wanna laugh and you wanna cry, ‘cause you feel so lucky that you’ve found it, and so scared that it’ll go away all at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;- "Never Been Kissed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truth is, I gave my heart away along time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back."&lt;br /&gt;- "Sweet Home Alabama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter who, when, or where... you can always use a hug."&lt;br /&gt;- "Hope Floats"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I would miss you even if I'd never met you."&lt;br /&gt;- "The Wedding Date"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed so tight."&lt;br /&gt;- "That Thing you Do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If your not willing to sound stupid, you're not worthy of falling in love."&lt;br /&gt;- "A Lot Like Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some of the best things in life are total mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;- "Paycheck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;-When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget. I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy...asking him to love her." &lt;br /&gt;--Notting Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;br /&gt; --Ten Things I Hate About You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is still the same.. there's still that one guy that you get up and go to school for in the morning. The one with the mysterious confidence that every girl falls for. Those years of school wouldn't have been the same without him. I wouldn't have been the same without him&lt;br /&gt;- Never Been kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw. I'm scared of what I did, of who I am. And most of all... I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I'm with you." &lt;br /&gt;-Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish that i had never met you, so i could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.&lt;br /&gt;- Good Will Hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt come back to tell you that i cant live without you.&lt;br /&gt;i can live without you.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to. &lt;br /&gt;- rumour has it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a man who will lead you down the beach with his hand over your eyes just so you can discover the feel of sand under your feet. You want a guy that will wake you up ay dawn just bursting to talk to you. Can't wait another minute to just to find out what you'll say. Am I right? &lt;br /&gt;- Runaway Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love means never having to say you're sorry. &lt;br /&gt;- Ali McGraw in Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...complete me. &lt;br /&gt;- Jerry Maguire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn. &lt;br /&gt;- Rhett Butler from Gone With the Wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-7682506616281682201?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7682506616281682201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=7682506616281682201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/7682506616281682201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/7682506616281682201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2007/01/warningonly-for-those-in-mushy-inane.html' title='warning!only for those in a mushy, inane mood with nothing else to do....'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-7836558292360400285</id><published>2006-12-27T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:57:32.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>double scoop!!</title><content type='html'>they say all good things happen in Twos.well it just did!!&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i watched 2 Salman Khan movies.&lt;br /&gt;am a big fan of his,'god knows why'? thts wht everybody asks. 'do u really need to'? i ask them!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i watched the shirtless bad boy of bollywood in 'Janemann' and 'Baabul'. which was better? well definately janemann!!it's an out and out comedy, full of fun and tricks!i am not saying its a super movie, i am just choosing the better of the two evils....though the best part of the movie is Akshay Kumar's laugh!!it was a superb touch to his character....&lt;br /&gt;and Baabul, well for one thing it was far too long!Sallu miyaan does not remove hs shirt even once during the entire movie(or mayb i was too busy crying to notice! actually i would hav, come on it's salman!!!).&lt;br /&gt;but ya, basically it's an AB movie completely.and Rani Mukherjee's clothes, she definately needs a new designer!!!!and John Abraham, needs to go to acting classses, i mean he seems to be a one expression for all occasions kind of actor.a cute face and a gud bod, makes not a good actor, n he proves it!!the only thing good about the movie was maybe that my tear glands got cleared. That guy,Chopra,sure knows how to make them work over time!!but a good positive thing about the movie are the colours, so bright and beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe... feel like that movie critic, rajeev masand!!!&lt;br /&gt;wicked;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how i rate some of the movies i watched recently(on a 1-10):&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom 2- 5(all for hrithik and uday chopra)&lt;br /&gt;Baabul -3.5(just for salman khan)&lt;br /&gt;Jaanemann- 7&lt;br /&gt;The departed-8.5&lt;br /&gt;casino ROYALE -9.5(ATLEAST 9 FOR DANIEL CRAIG)&lt;br /&gt;phir hera pheri(watched it for the 4th time)-8 (super comedy:)))&lt;br /&gt;one tamil movie which i don't know the name of:),watched it whn i was bored in chennai-5&lt;br /&gt;khosla ka ghosla- a must watch-9&lt;br /&gt;Am dying to watch Happy Feet- a must for the weekend!!!just have to!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-1150158845663883086</id><published>2006-12-27T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:32:49.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurrah!!!</title><content type='html'>Digge ding ding ding digge digge ding ding&lt;br /&gt;Hey di hey di hoh&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT&lt;br /&gt;There’s a place I know where we should go (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;Won’ t you take me there your lady fair (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;There’s a brook near-by the grass grows high (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;Where we both can hide side by side (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray hooray it’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;What a world of fun for everyone holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;Hooray hooray it’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;Sing a summer song skip along holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;It’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a country fair not far from there (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;On a carousel the dingdong bell (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;On the loop di loop we swing and swoop (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;And what else we’ll do is up to you (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray hooray it’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;What a world of fun for everyone holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;Hooray hooray it’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;Sing a summer song skip along holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;It’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m game fun is the thing I’m after&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s a’live it up today get set for love and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Well let’s go time isn’t here for wasting&lt;br /&gt;Life is so full of sweet sweet things I’d like to do some tasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray hooray it’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;What a world of fun for everyone holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;Hooray hooray it’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;Sing a summer song skip along holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;It’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the country side we take a ride (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;Where the stars will shine lots of time (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;Back of your old car we might get far (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;In the summerbreeze we feel at ease (heydiheydihoh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray hooray it’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;What a world of fun for everyone holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;Hooray hooray it’s a holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;Sing a summer song skip along holi-holiday&lt;br /&gt;It’s a holi-holiday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how i am gonna sing my holidays in!!!(hopefully no one's around to haer the singin part!)&lt;br /&gt;am totally excited, taking a break from work for 4 days!!it feels like i haven't played hookey from work for so long :0.have been sooo looking forward to it! it's going to b so much fun, days of lazing, watching movies, shopping(will get in a lil bit atleast, esp this top i keep lusting after and then come away, but have decided tht i am gonna get it!!!), spending time with some cousins down for a holiday,playing with pepper(hopefully, will be able to potty train the mutt,it's just so damn tough!!!she plays privacy games wid us!!these dogs i tell u :), they r the cutest), spending time with ma, oh and ya planning on trying some new recipies from this real nice cookbook i got as a b'day gift,catching up with friends, working out in the gym at leisure, no hurryburry for a change(no tennis as the courts are closed till the new year, but thats ok,can live with it!). hmmmm....what else am i gonna do? i am sure it will be nothing of major consequence or importance but am sure it will be the perfect way to wind up the year.&lt;br /&gt;hurrah hurrah!!it's a holiholiday!!!:)whoopy&lt;br /&gt;ya ya yippee, yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-7008303113227282272</id><published>2006-12-26T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:13:15.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best part of my morning!!!!</title><content type='html'>every morning i seem to be having the 'monday mornin blues':(. don't know why??feel like sleeping for longer, cuddled under my blankie,all dressed up in tracks, sweater and socks.only thing i need is a small mitten for the tip of my nose, which feels really cold!!i have to bury it into my pillow so that it can get warm :). now tell me, warmly cuddled like this on a cold winter morning, who would feel like coming to work!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i chug along, get ready and leave the house like a bear with a sore head, just not looking forward to the day ahead.thinking, hopefully the day will be better after the sun comes out, and i don't feel so cold anymore...&lt;br /&gt;this feeling continues till my cab reaches Cubbon park.we drive on the road cutting through Cubbon park every morning. the part which starts at hudson circle and then u come out at vidhan soudha.this is tree nad flower lined on either side, a superb stretch!! this is sure got to be the most beautiful road in B'lore. it's awsome!!!&lt;br /&gt;i especially love the garden after the Sheshadri Iyer Library!!full of trees in bloom with the pinkest of flowers!!can u believe it, trees and trees, all looking pink with the blooms,and absolutely no leaves!!! it's just soooo pretty. this is what wakes me up every morning these days!it perks my mood,brings a big smile on my face,feel really happy, reminds me of the good stuff out there!!!and then u come out from here only to see the majestic Vidhan Soudha!!it's really a lovely site to see!!! a scene which i can replay in my mind's eye whenever i need it,and everytime it creates the same magic, and stirs my soul somewhere deep within!!!&lt;br /&gt;i recommend this to each and every Bangalorean, nothing gets better than this!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-7008303113227282272?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7008303113227282272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=7008303113227282272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/7008303113227282272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/7008303113227282272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-part-of-my-morning.html' title='the best part of my morning!!!!'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-170021099804677432</id><published>2006-12-05T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:49:55.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bond- james bond</title><content type='html'>i so thoroughly enjoyed the movie, casino royale. really good. especially Daniel craig. god, he is so good. always thought pIERCE bROSNAN was like super, but this guy is awsome. feel like a teenager with a major crush on him. the way he talks, walks, runs... actually everything about him is really cool.so has the oomph factor ;-)&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty sure that every girl and maybe a few guys sitting in the theatre were going gaga over him. &lt;br /&gt;usually not a great fan of 007 movies, have decided to watch everyone of them from now, as long as Daniel Craig is BOND.&lt;br /&gt; a must see for all out there. and the movie is actually nice. totally awestruck at the stunts at the begining of the movie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-170021099804677432?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/170021099804677432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=170021099804677432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/170021099804677432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/170021099804677432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/12/bond-james-bond.html' title='bond- james bond'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-662900345731812266</id><published>2006-12-01T01:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:14:56.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful - jAMES BLUNT</title><content type='html'>This song,is a "beautiful" one i must say. had heard it so long back, and forgotten about it. deepti loves this song and reminded me of it.actually, she has got me almost addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure that whenever, wherever i hear this song, or read this blog entry, i will surely remember her, and will have some really awsome memories of the time we spent together :-)and believe me, she is one of the nicest people i have met, from the inside and outside....&lt;br /&gt;so Dee this one is for YOU&lt;br /&gt;gonna sooooo miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Flying high, [ - video/radio edited version]&lt;br /&gt;Fucking high, [ - CD version]&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-662900345731812266?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/662900345731812266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=662900345731812266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/662900345731812266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/662900345731812266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/12/beautiful-james-blunt.html' title='beautiful - jAMES BLUNT'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-359125480230959857</id><published>2006-11-25T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T07:20:47.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream - Abba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3719/4099/1600/953062/I_Have_A_Dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3719/4099/200/792993/I_Have_A_Dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3719/4099/1600/444655/I_Have_A_Dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a song to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To help me cope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you see the wonder of a fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can take the future even if you fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dreamI have a dream, a fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To help me through reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And my destination makes it worth the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pushing through the darkness still another mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe in angels Something good in everything I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe in angels When I know the time is right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To help me cope with anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you see the wonder of a fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can take the future even if you fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe in angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is an awsome song, don't u think? i first learnt it whn i was at school in our music class(from the never sober Samson master, god rest his soul in peace!). but still listen to it from time to time. and every time i like to sing(like to think tht i can sing, in reality i can't) along with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it almost always gets me thinking! is it good to dream? are dreams real, or is it just all tht hoopla tht the science books say? or is it the romantic in me tht speaks and says that it is good to dream, tht dreams always, always come true? i also love to remember my early morning dreams as they say that these are the ones which come true!!but i wonder, do they? but it's funny, we keep trying to remember these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well now about the actual dreams, do we have the right to dream? or are they only for a chosen few? and to what extent can we push so that these come true? to me dreams=wants, desires... so r we too selfish, and we want too many of these, so they are not always granted to us. don't u think that it is right that only those who work toward it, should be able to make their dreams come true?its only fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are so many dreams that i have, have had, but how many of them have come true? i can count them on my fingers i guess!true, the small things, wishes whatever u call them have been granted, but some of the bigger things,mm.... maybe not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what has to be learnt is that dreams are there to be dreamt!!!may or maynot come true, but it's great to dream. there is no joy in not doing it, so u might as well? well thats not my attitude, i am a dreamer, 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-1148068796929778739</id><published>2006-11-22T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:45:54.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness.... :-)  a part of a BIG smile.....</title><content type='html'>well, that one word says soo.. much and still doesn't say that much!that's what i have always felt.&lt;br /&gt;to me, happiness is a state of the mind.it is a state that is connected to the circumstances, surroundings, the people around u, your likes and your dislikes, or it may just be something that u like to do.&lt;br /&gt; (According to wikipedia,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is an &lt;a title="Emotion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion"&gt;emotional&lt;/a&gt; or affective state that feels good or pleasing).&lt;br /&gt; that is pretty accurate right? there are so many things that make people happy, it may b something small or mayb a big thingy.it just totally depends on wht u feel at tht given moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been thinking for sometime as to what makes me happy, or what might make me happy.u know what actually, things are so interconnected, it's like a mesh up there in the mind.one little incident which makes u happy at time A, may or may not  give u the same happiness or pleasure at another time B. and a day when two or three good, nice things happen, thn that can be added as a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;well today was one such day, all things fell neatly into place, just the way i like it. right from my mornin' tea to my diet coke in the nite. more days like this and i may go on a happy high(right up there on cloud nine) but it just feels so super, u don't wanna get down. didn't even mind the work!!so i think, pretty good eh for a normal day?not bad, and i can surely go to bed smiling:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was thinking about all the things that make me happy....here goes(not all i think, but surely i can remember a few)&lt;br /&gt;- speaking to my mom this morning(she is out of town and am missing her)&lt;br /&gt;-speaking to my mom at anytime actually unless i have had a fight with her(thn also sometimes it gives me a perverse pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;- playing with pepper(my very spoilt pup)&lt;br /&gt;- going to the gym&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes just going for a run, with my headphones and loud music playing&lt;br /&gt;- playing a good game of tennis&lt;br /&gt;-sitting and chatting for hours on end with friends&lt;br /&gt;-work &lt;br /&gt;-listening to music&lt;br /&gt;-listening to stories about my dad from my mom, always brings a smile to my face and makes me feel happy :)&lt;br /&gt;-talking to my sister &lt;br /&gt;- playing with sujay(my cutie nephew, my most fav person)&lt;br /&gt;-memories ofall the times and time i had with my dad&lt;br /&gt;- chocolates&lt;br /&gt;-brown bomb( my fav ice cream, its like a delite for the chocoholics.a dark chocolate ice cream, (with chocolate chips) served with a chocolate walnut cake and chocolate sauce) yummm...just thinking abt it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;- talking to R on the phone, or just chatting with him&lt;br /&gt;-making people laugh with all my PJs&lt;br /&gt;-seeing people smile, laugh&lt;br /&gt;-my b'day&lt;br /&gt;-watching a good comedy movie&lt;br /&gt;-shopping, shopping and more of it;)&lt;br /&gt;-gossiping (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;-enjoying a nice dinner with ma and sometimes the extended family&lt;br /&gt;-dancing (ofcourse to my own beat and rythm, have a few left feet!)&lt;br /&gt;-writing my blog (very obvious)&lt;br /&gt;-feel really happy whn i finish the crossword(espeacially on saturdays, as it is tougher)&lt;br /&gt;- whn i finish my su do ku puzzle for the day (i feel real good tht my brains haven't rotted completely and am still able to use the upper compartment)&lt;br /&gt;-somebody says, hey u have lost weight!!tht makes my day:)&lt;br /&gt;-dreaming&lt;br /&gt;-travelling&lt;br /&gt;-laughing out loud without a care in the world.this happens so damn rarely!!!&lt;br /&gt;-going out with friends&lt;br /&gt;-sitting and giggling like a nut, for everything, with D&lt;br /&gt;-memories of school, college&lt;br /&gt;-whn i think of all the times i have made a fool of myself,always always brings a smile to myself&lt;br /&gt;-getting up in the morning and there is a mail from R in the mailbox:)&lt;br /&gt;-making all the grumps in the world smile by just saying "good morning".they just will have to smile ;)&lt;br /&gt;-flowers&lt;br /&gt;-colours&lt;br /&gt;-sunshine(hate gloomy, rainy days)&lt;br /&gt;-diet coke (addicted to it)&lt;br /&gt;-feel real happy whn i buy a small trinket or earing at the side stalls at com. street for a lesser price(cheaper the better ;)thts my motto)&lt;br /&gt;- whn i feel i have succeeded in bargaining and got a good deal (invariably get to knw later tht i may hav paid more, but surely n truly keep trying tht mayb someday i will succeed)total wishful thinking....&lt;br /&gt;-driving -yes even in the B'lore traffic!!&lt;br /&gt;-smileys, emoticons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.... can't remember anything else rite now.will keep updating this list whn i can remember more stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some qoutes on happiness and being happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan K. Chalmers: &lt;br /&gt;The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Sand: &lt;br /&gt;There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is always here, but covered by thoughts, desires and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a state of mind. More correctly put, it is the state beyond the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you smile while you talk, you make people happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to laugh. This will make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for." &lt;br /&gt;  --  Joseph Addison &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't necessary to be rich and famous to be happy. It's only necessary to be rich." &lt;br /&gt;  --  Alan Alda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit." &lt;br /&gt;  --  Hosea Ballou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is good health and a bad memory." &lt;br /&gt;  --  Ingrid Bergman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"When we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy." &lt;br /&gt;  --  Oscar Wilde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said money can't buy happiness didn't know where to shop. &lt;br /&gt; -Gertrude Stein &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go. &lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy. &lt;br /&gt; Spike Milligan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost. &lt;br /&gt; Gustave Flaubert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's more fun when you're not the only one having it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The most thoroughly wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed" &lt;br /&gt;- Nicolas de Chamfort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-1148068796929778739?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1148068796929778739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=1148068796929778739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/1148068796929778739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/1148068796929778739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/11/happiness-part-of-big-smile.html' title='Happiness.... :-)  a part of a BIG smile.....'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-6066396525148965980</id><published>2006-11-16T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T02:50:14.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dido - white flag</title><content type='html'>White Flag – about a past relationship. Dido "regretted writing it" to begin with because of the further problems it caused with that person but now enjoys performing the song.(source- wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "White Flag"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that I shouldn't still love you, &lt;br /&gt;Or tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it &lt;br /&gt;where's the sense in that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder &lt;br /&gt;Or return to where we were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess and &lt;br /&gt;destruction to come back again &lt;br /&gt;And I caused nothing but trouble &lt;br /&gt;I understand if you can't talk to me again &lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over" &lt;br /&gt;then I'm sure that that makes sense &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet &lt;br /&gt;Which I'm sure we will &lt;br /&gt;All that was there&lt;br /&gt;Will be there still &lt;br /&gt;I'll let it pass &lt;br /&gt;And hold my tongue &lt;br /&gt;And you will think &lt;br /&gt;That I've moved on.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dido on her name (Florian Cloud De Bounevialle Armstrong)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(On her unusual name) "To be called one thing and christened another is actually very confusing and annoying. It's one of the most irritating things that my parents did to me. I'm still irritated by it. Florian is a German man's name. That's just mean. To give your child a whole lot of odd names. They were all so embarrassing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU -DIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her song "Thank You" was sampled by rapper Eminem in his controversial hit single "Stan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was rapper Eminem who catapulted Dido into the mainstream when he sampled the first verse of "Thank You" in his UK #1 single, "Stan" after seeking permission from Dido herself (she also appeared in the music video as Stan's long-suffering girlfriend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dido wrote this song herself as a tribute to her boyfriend Bob, they got engaged in 2001 but this engagement did not last long and they broke apart next year. She also wrote song "White Flag" for their split in her second album Life For Rent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank You" song was initially released as single, later on it was included in her debut album No Angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview on BBC Radio 3 in 2005 Katharine Worsley, Duchess of Kent, who, after relinquishing royal duties, worked as a classical music teacher, chose Thank You as one of her favourite pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You" made its first appearance in 1998, in the soundtrack of Sliding Doors, although it only became a hit three years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "THANK YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why &lt;br /&gt;I got out of bed at all &lt;br /&gt;The morning rain clouds up my window &lt;br /&gt;and I can't see at all &lt;br /&gt;And even if I could it'd all be grey, &lt;br /&gt;but your picture on my wall &lt;br /&gt;It reminds me that it's not so bad, &lt;br /&gt;it's not so bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank too much last night, got bills to pay, &lt;br /&gt;my head just feels in pain &lt;br /&gt;I missed the bus and there'll be hell today, &lt;br /&gt;I'm late for work again &lt;br /&gt;And even if I'm there, they'll all imply &lt;br /&gt;that I might not last the day &lt;br /&gt;And then you call me and it's not so bad, &lt;br /&gt;it's not so bad and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you &lt;br /&gt;for giving me the best day of my life &lt;br /&gt;Oh just to be with you &lt;br /&gt;is having the best day of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the door, I'm home at last &lt;br /&gt;and I'm soaking through and through &lt;br /&gt;Then you hand me a towel &lt;br /&gt;and all I see is you &lt;br /&gt;And even if my house falls down, &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have a clue &lt;br /&gt;Because you're near me and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you &lt;br /&gt;for giving me the best day of my life &lt;br /&gt;Oh just to be with you &lt;br /&gt;is having the best day of my life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-6066396525148965980?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6066396525148965980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=6066396525148965980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6066396525148965980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6066396525148965980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/11/dido-white-flag.html' title='dido - white flag'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-6222421835028959256</id><published>2006-11-15T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:51:27.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AftEr A WHILe by Veronica Shoffstall</title><content type='html'>this poem was sent to me by a very dear friend when i was going through a rough patch :0. i actually have it pinned to the board at  my work station, and every time i read it, it helps me in a different way each time.&lt;br /&gt;would like to remember it for always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After A While&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;the subtle difference between &lt;br /&gt;holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;that love doesn't mean leaning&lt;br /&gt;and company doesn't always mean security. &lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn&lt;br /&gt;that kisses aren't contracts &lt;br /&gt;and presents aren't promises&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to accept your defeats&lt;br /&gt;with your head up and your eyes ahead&lt;br /&gt;with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;to build all your roads on today&lt;br /&gt;because tomorrow's ground is &lt;br /&gt;too uncertain for plans&lt;br /&gt;and futures have a way of falling down&lt;br /&gt;in mid-flight. &lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;that even sunshine burns&lt;br /&gt;if you get too much&lt;br /&gt;so you plant your own garden&lt;br /&gt;and decorate your own soul&lt;br /&gt;instead of waiting for someone &lt;br /&gt;to bring you flowers. &lt;br /&gt;And you learn that you really can endure&lt;br /&gt;you really are strong&lt;br /&gt;you really do have worth&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;and you learn… with every goodbye, you learn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-6222421835028959256?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6222421835028959256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=6222421835028959256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6222421835028959256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6222421835028959256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-while-by-veronica-shoffstall.html' title='AftEr A WHILe by Veronica Shoffstall'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-1278463080808464921</id><published>2006-11-13T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T03:57:33.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what it was- sheer panic!  what it felt like - a scene from a K soap!!!!</title><content type='html'>i still can't believe it, i felt like one of those soap opera stars, literally in tears, and crying over a lost ruby!!!&lt;br /&gt; it happened the other evening as i was getting ready to go to the airport to see off my fiance. i looked at my finger and suddenly noticed that a ruby from my engagement ring had fallen off.&lt;br /&gt; never thought myself to be a superstitious person, but right at that moment i was a convert. crossing my fingers that i find it, searched every corner of the room but couldn't.thats when panic struck. i realised that R was travelling that day, and got real scared.would his journey be ok, would he be safe, all the worst case scenarios started doing the rounds. didn't want to call and worry him, so called my mom and cried to her.everybody was like 'don't be absurd, nothing will happen'.but i guess it's in your head and once there, nothing i mean nothing can change your mind. so i was damn scared by the time i reached the airport.i was stuck in every stupid traffic jam that b'lore is known for, time was ticking by, and i was standing at the toll booth in the airport for 10 mins,waiting to park.that i blamed on the lost ruby, then i went around the parking lot atleast thrice before i got a slot to park,that also i blamed on the lost stone. somehow i made it to the airport on time.&lt;br /&gt;then the anxiety struck again, me telling R,msg whn u get to Kaulalampur, and then whn u get to LA, and thn again whn u get home.i think it left him confused as to why i was behaving in a 'not me' kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;the next 2 days were bad, actually.was sure something bad would happen because of the lost ruby.but nothing did, and all is ok.thank god!!!&lt;br /&gt;but the whole episode got me thinking. i remembered how in all the Ekta Kapoor K serials, if something bad happened to the hero, the heroine would feel it, or a glass bangle breaking, or the sindoor being washed off by mistake or some such bizarre incident would indicate that the hero was dead, or had an accident. basically a bad omen!!&lt;br /&gt;at that point i actually went through the whole gamut of emotions from near panic to laughing at myself for believing such stupid superstitions, but all the while actually sure that calamity would stike.never thought myself capable of this. &lt;br /&gt;thats when i realised that it's all situational.they r mind games surely, but ones that put you on the spot.u don't know what to think, what to do. i mean let's face it, if R was not travelling that day, the whole thing would not have bothered me at all.i would have just gone to the jeweller without making a fuss, and got it fixed.&lt;br /&gt; superstitions, old wives tales, whatever we call them, maybe had a basis in the past and people continue to believe them. we belong to the wanna be YO! generation, who on the outside project this oh so cool image,i don't believe in this crap kinda thing, but on the inside, when in need fall back on this same crap and become a believer!!! i know i did..... &lt;br /&gt;so guess who had the last laugh;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-1278463080808464921?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1278463080808464921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=1278463080808464921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/1278463080808464921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/1278463080808464921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-it-was-sheer-panic-what-it-felt.html' title='what it was- sheer panic!  what it felt like - a scene from a K soap!!!!'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-4911314862791766085</id><published>2006-11-08T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T04:02:10.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lOsing my rEliGiON......</title><content type='html'>oops, more song research (thts wht i do when i hav absolutely no work),&lt;br /&gt;heard this oldie on my way to work this morning and it has stayed with me the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  losing my religion- R.E.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song has no real chorus, it's steeped in borderline-creepy imagery and features the mandolin as the lead instrumen--yet it became the band's biggest hit and was a breakthrough video for director Tarsem (The Cell). Now THAT'S alternative. The vid starts with a pitcher of spilt milk and Michael Stipe spends the rest of the song crying over lost love. Mysterious mythic tableaus gleam evocatively and Stipe's trademark plaintive wail has never been more powerful.&lt;br /&gt;The video is heavy with religious imagery, and notably features images of Saint Sebastian. Contrary to popular belief, the promotional music video was not banned in Ireland due to its use of religious imagery because the Republic does not ban music videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Losing My Religion" is an expression from the southern region of the United States, and means losing one's temper or civility, or "flying off the handle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song title was used as the title to the second season finale of Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, life is bigger&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger than you and you are not me&lt;br /&gt;The lengths that I will go to&lt;br /&gt;The distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've said too much, I set it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me in the corner&lt;br /&gt;That's me in the spotlight, losing my religion&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I can do it&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've said too much, I haven't said enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you sing&lt;br /&gt;I think I thought I saw you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every whisper&lt;br /&gt;Of every waking hour I'm&lt;br /&gt;Choosing my confessions&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep an eye on you&lt;br /&gt;Like a hurt lost and blinded fool&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've said too much, I set it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this, consider this&lt;br /&gt;The hint of the century, consider this&lt;br /&gt;The slip that brought me to my knees failed&lt;br /&gt;What if all these fantasies come flailing around&lt;br /&gt;Now I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just a dream, that was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me in the corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;Try, cry, fly, try&lt;br /&gt;That was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;Just a dream&lt;br /&gt;Just a dream, dream.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-4911314862791766085?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4911314862791766085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=4911314862791766085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/4911314862791766085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/4911314862791766085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/11/losing-my-religion.html' title='lOsing my rEliGiON......'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-9028121422569026587</id><published>2006-11-08T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T03:30:44.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay- X &amp; Y</title><content type='html'>According to lead singer Chris Martin, the title X&amp;Y is based on the ups and downs of his everyday life. Martin says "My whole day is a mixture of optimism and pessimism in its most extreme forms. And that’s what X&amp;Y is to me. It’s two sides. I like the fact they’re very strong letters, very clear." &lt;br /&gt;X&amp;Y is influenced by European electronic music pioneers Kraftwerk, as well as 1970s electronica from the likes of David Bowie and Brian Eno. Coldplay received permission from Kraftwerk to use the main riff from "Computer Love" for the track "Talk", while Eno played backing synthesizer on the track "Low". The album's hidden track, "'Til Kingdom Come", was originally written by the band for Johnny Cash, but Cash passed away before he could record the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X &amp; Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to speak and&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with my weak hand &lt;br /&gt;Driven to distraction&lt;br /&gt;It’s all part of the plan&lt;br /&gt;When something is broken&lt;br /&gt;And you try to fix it&lt;br /&gt;Trying to repair it&lt;br /&gt;Any way you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dive in at the deep end&lt;br /&gt;You become my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you but I don’t know if I can&lt;br /&gt;I know something is broken and i’m trying to fix it&lt;br /&gt;Trying to repair it any way I can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oooh...&lt;br /&gt;You and me are floating on a tidal wave &lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;You and me are drifting into outer space &lt;br /&gt;And singing oooh, oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me are floating on a tidal wave &lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;You and me are drifting into outer space&lt;br /&gt;You and me are floating on a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;You and me are drifting into outer space&lt;br /&gt;And singing oooh, oooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oooh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A Message- awesome song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song is love&lt;br /&gt;Love to the loveless shown&lt;br /&gt;And it goes up &lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;Is made of stone&lt;br /&gt;And it’s so hard to see clearly&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i’m not gonna take it back&lt;br /&gt;And i’m not gonna say I don’t mean that&lt;br /&gt;You’re the target that i’m aiming at&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get that message home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song is love&lt;br /&gt;My song is love unknown&lt;br /&gt;And i’m on fire for you, clearly&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be alone &lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i’m not gonna take it back&lt;br /&gt;And i’m not gonna say I don’t mean that&lt;br /&gt;You’re the target that i’m aiming at&lt;br /&gt;And i’m nothing on my own&lt;br /&gt;Got to get that message home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i’m not going to stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna leave it until it’s much too late&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a platform i’m gonna stand and say&lt;br /&gt;That i’m nothing on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song is love, is love unknown&lt;br /&gt;And i’ve got to get that message home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The hardest part- one of my fav songs when i'm running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part was letting go, not taking part&lt;br /&gt;It was the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;And the strangest thing was waiting for that bell to ring&lt;br /&gt;It was the strangest start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it go down&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest part was letting go, not taking part&lt;br /&gt;You really broke my heart, oh&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to sing but I couldn’t think of anything&lt;br /&gt;And that was the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it go down&lt;br /&gt;You left the sweetest taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;The silver lining the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I, Oh and I, &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, it just comes undone&lt;br /&gt;And everything is torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that’s the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;That’s the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;That’s the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Hardest Part" was a stylistical nod to R.E.M., who remain a great influential force to Coldplay. In fact, "The Hardest Part" resembled R.E.M.'s 1991 hit Losing My Religion so much the band almost left it off the album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-9028121422569026587?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/9028121422569026587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=9028121422569026587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/9028121422569026587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/9028121422569026587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/11/coldplay.html' title='Coldplay- X &amp; Y'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-8231027973990186596</id><published>2006-11-07T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T03:52:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good, the bad and the ugly...mood-despondent :(</title><content type='html'>have u ever seen that movie, one of my all time favs....&lt;br /&gt;but the title actually says a lot.have u noticed that the good and the bad actually go together,either one always follows the other...&lt;br /&gt;it's like good then bad then good then bad or otherwise the bad then good and the chain continues.sometimes it gets worse,thats when the ugly comes into the picture and rears its head. u can actually hear the sound of ugly laughing at u in your head(no am not schizophrenic)whenever something nice and good happens. its like a warning'don't be too happy sweety, there are the bad things coming up and if i want to make it worse for u, thats great i'll just show up myself' and this little guy almost always keeps his date!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's so uncanny...i always cross my fingers(don't know if it works, this crossing fingers, toes, eyes, nose and everyother body part)and pray nothing bad comes out of or after the gud, but mr.bad/ugly never disappoints me, shows up each and everytime.&lt;br /&gt; and worse is the timing when he makes his visit,all the bad things that have to happen or things that have to go wrong will all happen on the same day.and yes, that will be the day u r already hating,almost as if u know it's coming to get u.it will be the day when work is a bitch, ure boss soon joins the same league, u have an argument with this weird auto driver and just want to go home and put your feet up.but no, does that happen?thats impossible S. u don't live in lala fairyland. u live in this big bad world.so u go home and Mr.ugly is there, sitting on your couch, waiting to blurt out his news!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-8231027973990186596?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8231027973990186596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=8231027973990186596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/8231027973990186596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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being that it has been an eventful 2 weeks n have been sooo busy,i ended up neglecting u!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well, first my sister is down from the USA with my little nephew, who by the way is one little cutie(the cutest of cuties),sticks to me like glue and screaming 'chickamma, chikamma' all the time(believe me when i say that i absolutely do not mind it at all:),actually makes me super happy),he is also a non stop talking machine and an entertainer!Especially these days, whenever i feel like humming a song, it is always 5 little monkeys, or baba black sheep or 1 2 buckle my shoe,i feel like i am relearning (rather learning if u ask people at home;))all these rhymes...but it is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  and the second is that my life seems to have taken a right turn(i say right cos i pray it is the right decision; and then my friend will say "man, u r such a cynic,pessimist")but actually, i think i made a gud choice....am getting married, entering into the world of 'for better or for worse'.never thought there would be so much fear related anxiety with all the excitement of having found the right person, making such a huge decision which we have to live with for the rest of our (his and mine) lives.and now i have to start dealing with the fact that i am going to leave all the people i have known here, have shared sooo much with, family, friends, this city which i totally love, basically it's overwhelming. if i sit to think of the enormity of the whole thing i just migt have a nervous breakdown!!!!!so don't think...&lt;br /&gt; the best path then will be to go with the flow, don't delve too deep into thinking about it and i shall be fine...those were the very brave words spoken by S on the 7 nov, 2006...that may just be what my epitaph will read....;)&lt;br /&gt; ooh and i forgot to mention the other events that happened in the past few very eventful weeks, one, i was ill on the day i got engaged (fever,cold and a hangover) and then the post engagement famous Madras eye or keeping with times the Chennai eye!!a first time for me, and god!is it painful or what...not to be cursed even on your worst enemy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-1357263869045869506?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1357263869045869506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=1357263869045869506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/1357263869045869506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/1357263869045869506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/10/yehi-hai-right-choice-baby-ahathat.html' title='yehi hai right choice baby, aha!!!!(that sounds pretty corny na?)'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-5056365462473396237</id><published>2006-10-12T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T04:57:50.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh......</title><content type='html'>am so bored:(have so much to do,but not doing a thing.&lt;br /&gt;all my collegues are on leave or are out travelling.ugh...it's so boring.and hence ended up doing useless research on my fair lady on imdb(totally love the site,especially when playing poster quiz:) {which i am proud to say i haven't played all day} hurraaaah....[hopefully getting rid of addiction to ultimate poster quiz]).love my fair lady almost as much as sound of music(which just so happens to be one of my all time fav movies:)).ok S u r so bored that u r just blabbering....better u continue to peel the nail polish off ur finger nails(which u r already doing interspersed with mini writing bouts).&lt;br /&gt;oops just realised that the obelix picture i have pinned (which a dear friend drew for me{btw i cant draw to save my life[and always feel bad abt it]})at my work station has gotten covered by the evil computer that was shifted!i have to move the pic now.i am totally crazy abt asterix and obelix,especially all the characters' names.getafix,vitalstatistix,geriatrix ,and the best is the village fishmonger's wife is bacteria and his name is-unhygienix:)simply the best...all the female names end with 'a' and the male names with 'ix'.&lt;br /&gt;the comic was created by by René Goscinny (stories) and Albert Uderzo (illustrations). did u know that in the comic asterix and obelix share a birthday!!!oh i just remembered fulliautomatix,cacofonix and ofcourse dogmatix...the roman's names all end with 'us'.&lt;br /&gt;well thats all i can remember abt the comic for now,more abt it later.&lt;br /&gt;yipeee it's almost 5:30,time to go home and hit the gym......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-5056365462473396237?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5056365462473396237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=5056365462473396237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/5056365462473396237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/5056365462473396237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/10/ugh.html' title='ugh......'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-3708934535370924644</id><published>2006-10-10T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T04:27:07.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a good girl,I am :)</title><content type='html'>I just totally love this dialogue:)..and every time i watch 'My Fair Lady' i can laugh at this particular dialogue for like hours.it's definately the best in the movie!&lt;br /&gt;and the way it is delivered by Audrey Hepburn.no one can do it like her.like they say,she was the best.always wondered how she din't come to win an oscar for her role in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;FYI,Elizabeth Taylor desperately wanted to play the role of Eliza Dolittle,but couldn't sing well and thus the role went to Audrey Hepburn.Also,Rex Harrison did not want to play Prof Higgins but was forced into the movie and it won him the oscar for the Best  actor.the movie also won best film that year.it is truly a classic.&lt;br /&gt;Trivia for &lt;br /&gt;My Fair Lady(thanks to IMDb)&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn's singing was dubbed by Marni Nixon, despite Hepburn's lengthy preparation for the role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Brett's singing was dubbed by Bill Shirley, despite the fact that his singing was actually remarkably good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Cagney was originally offered the role of Alfred Doolittle. When he pulled out at the last minute, it went to the man who played it on Broadway, Stanley Holloway. Cary Grant, Noel Coward, Michael Redgrave and George Sanders were all considered for the role of Higgins before Rex Harrison was finally chosen to reprise his Broadway role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex Harrison wanted Julie Andrews for the role of Eliza, since they had played together in the Broadway version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Holloway originated the role of Alfie Dolittle on Broadway, but it was thought that a better known actor would be more suited for the film version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the way Rex Harrison sang/talked his musical numbers, they were unable to prerecord them and have him lip-sync, so a wireless microphone (one of the first ever developed) was rigged up and hidden under his tie. However, this meant that his mouth and words were completely in sync and everyone else's looked off, since they were lip-syncing (when everyone is lip-syncing, it's not that noticeable). The studio thought that this was too obvious so they altered Harrison's soundtrack, lengthening and shortening notes in various places so that his synchronicity is slightly off like all the other actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Cooper, who plays Mrs. Higgins (Henry Higgins' mother) in this film, played the same role in the 1963 Hallmark Hall of Fame television production Pygmalion (1963) (TV), the play on which this film is based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Andrews was the first choice for the role of Eliza Doolittle, but Warner Brothers, which had paid $5.5 million for the rights to the Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe musical, didn't want to risk a stage actress in the central role of a $17-million film, despite lobbying from Lerner himself. It is also reported that Jack L. Warner didn't think Andrews would be photogenic enough. He invited her to do a screen test, but she refused, so he forgot about her altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although her singing was dubbed by Marni Nixon, Audrey Hepburn's singing does actually appear in the form of the first verse of "Just You Wait, Henry Higgins". However, when the song heads into the soprano range (76 seconds in), Nixon takes over vocals. Hepburn sings the last 30 seconds of the song as well as the brief reprise. She also sings the sing-talking parts for "The Rain in Spain". Overall, as Hepburn reportedly said, about 90% of her singing was dubbed. That was far more than what she expected, as she was initially promised that most of her vocals would be used. According to Nixon, Hepburn was upset that she could not play the role vocally, and always blamed herself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to actress Nancy Olson, who was married to lyricist Alan Jay Lerner at the time he was writing the musical, Lerner and Frederick Loewe had the most trouble writing the final song for Henry Higgins. The two writers had based the whole concept of the musical around the notion that Higgins was far too intellectual a character to emotionally sing outright, but should speak his songs on pitch, more as an expression of ideas. However, both composer and lyricist knew that Higgins would need a love song towards the end of the story when Eliza has abandoned him. This presented an obvious problem: how to write an emotional song for an emotionless character. Lerner suffered bouts of insomnia trying to write the lyrics. One night, Olson claims, she brought him a cup of tea to soothe his nerves. As she entered his study, Lerner thanked her and said "I guess I've grown accustomed to you...I've grown accustomed to your face." According to Olson, his eyes suddenly lit up, and she sat down and watched him write the entire song in one sitting, based on the idea that although Higgins couldn't "love" Eliza in the traditional sense, he would surely notice the value she represented as part of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical theater writers Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II had attempted to adapt George Bernard Shaw's "Pigmaylion" as a musical long before Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe, but had abandoned the project as unadaptable. Rogers and Hammerstien felt that Shaw's style of writing intellectual dialog and the emotionless character of Henry Higgins did not lend themselves to a musical. Lerner and Lowe overcame these problems by leaving Shaw's duologue largely intact, and working under the notion that Higgins must be played by a great actor, not a great singer. Thus, the wrote the role especially for Rex Harrison, and adopted the idea that Higgins should not sing outright, but talk on pitch, less an expression of emotions than ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked why he turned down the role of Henry Higgins, Cary Grant remarked that his original manner of speaking was much closer to Eliza Doolittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to one of Rex Harrison's biographers, Alexander Walker, the song "I've grown accustomed to her face" held special memories for the actor, as during the original Broadway run he used to sing the song to his third wife Kay Kendall, who would stand in the wings watching his performance. Harrison later admitted that when he sang the song in the film he was thinking all the time about Kendall, who had died a few years before from leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the parts of "Wouldn't It be Loverly" featuring Audrey Hepburn's own singing voice, her lip-syncing does not match her own singing as well as it does Marni Nixon's singing, even though Hepburn filmed the scene with her own track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Bros. won the bidding war for the film rights in 1962 with an offer of $5.5 million and nearly half the profits above $20 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusement park trams were rented to carry ballroom scene extras across the studio lot, in order to prevent their makeup and costumes from getting dirty or damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn announced the assassination of Pres. John F. Kennedy to the devastated cast and crew immediately after filming the number "Wouldn't It Be Loverly?" on the Covent Garden set on 22 November 1963.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27A Wimpole Street in London (Higgins' address) does not exist (there is a 27 Wimpole Street).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The role of Eliza Doolittle was originally played on Broadway by Julie Andrews. However, she was denied the role because the film's producers didn't think she was "known" enough as a film actress. Many felt that this snub as well as Audrey Hepburn's singing being dubbed led to Hepburn's not being nominated for the Best Actress Oscar nomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cary Grant told Jack L. Warner that not only would he not play Henry Higgins, but if Rex Harrison was not cast in the role, he wouldn't even go see the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Eliza Dolittle demands to see what Henry Higgins has been writing about her, in the beginning of the film, he shows her his notebook, which she cannot read. The notation in the notebook is "Visible Speech", a phonetic notation invented by Alexander Melville Bell (father of Alexander Graham Bell) and extended and used heavily by Henry Sweet, a real-life phonetician and apparently the basis of the Henry Higgins character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn herself revealed years later that had she turned down the role of Eliza, the next actress to be offered it would not have been Julie Andrews but Elizabeth Taylor, who wanted it desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Shirley Jones was one of the actresses to whom Jack L. Warner planned to offer the role of Eliza Doolittle if Audrey Hepburn (his first choice) turned it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veteran actor Henry Daniell, who is unbilled as The Ambassador, died of a heart attack on 31 October 1963 just hours after completing the dress ball sequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About twenty minutes before the end of the film, Colonel Pickering offers to go off and find the missing Eliza. He exits the library set - and is never seen in the movie again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1994 restoration by Robert A. Harris used a variety of methods to return the film to its original condition. The opening credits were digitally re-created using pieces of surviving frames. A few shots were digitally restored by scanning the 65mm negative or separation masters and output back to VistaVision (and enlarged back to 65mm). Some shots were simply re-composited via separation masters. Despite this, most of the film was able to be restored directly from the camera negative. For the sound, only the six-track magnetic print master (used to add sound to 70mm prints) survived. This was digitally restored and used to create a new six-track mix (faithful to the original version), as well as new Dolby Digital and DTS 5.1 mixes for modern sound systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite intensive vocal training during pre-production, and constant practicing until her final re-recording during the post-production, Audrey Hepburn was never able to sing "Without You" properly. That song is far beyond her vocal range. However, it is widely agreed that her renditions of "Wouldn't It Be Loverly?" and "Show Me" were good enough to be left undubbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the scene where Eliza is practicing her "H's", she sits down in front of a spinning mirror attached to a flame. Every time she says her "H's" correctly, the flame jumps. If you look closely at the paper she is holding in her hand when it catches fire, you will see handwritten upon it the dialog that she and Professor Higgins have been saying previous to this. "Of course, you can't expect her to get it right the first time," is the first line written on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average Shot Length = 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original choice to direct the film was Vincente Minnelli but when his salary demands were too high, the job went to George Cukor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Stevens, then a Warners contract player, campaigned for the role of Eliza Doolittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the scene where Henry Higgins knocks a record player that is playing a recording of vowel sounds, the voice on the record is that of Dr. Peter Ladefoged, a linguist who worked as a consultant on the film.&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/33582727-3708934535370924644?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3708934535370924644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=3708934535370924644&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/3708934535370924644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/3708934535370924644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-good-girli-am.html' title='I am a good girl,I am :)'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-6396883742121878992</id><published>2006-10-06T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:17:34.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends through the years....</title><content type='html'>found this nice article during my having no work at work time of surfing....it rings true and strikes a cord somewhere within,ENJOY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friends Through the Years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have grown and changed, so have our ideas on friendship.&lt;br /&gt;In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.&lt;br /&gt;In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.&lt;br /&gt;In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.&lt;br /&gt;In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with nasty Nicky or smelly Susan.&lt;br /&gt;In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat in the back of the bus for you.&lt;br /&gt;In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball cards so that your room would be a "high schooler's" room, but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out in tears.&lt;br /&gt;In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went with you to that "cool" party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.&lt;br /&gt;In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.&lt;br /&gt;In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, and helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.&lt;br /&gt;At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside, but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.&lt;br /&gt;The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for college and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 year, and, most importantly, sent you off to college knowing you were loved.&lt;br /&gt;Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you are scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you, but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and, most importantly, loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, whether I've known you since kindergarten or just met you a couple of months ago, you truly are my idea of a good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-6396883742121878992?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6396883742121878992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=6396883742121878992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6396883742121878992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/6396883742121878992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/10/friends-through-years.html' title='Friends through the years....'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-3226852734833612066</id><published>2006-10-03T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T04:30:41.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebs!can't get enough of them....</title><content type='html'>on my way to work this morning,feeling loads of tuesday blues,after a nice long weekend of festivities n eating n sleeping,suddenly am woken out of my day dreaming(if i dint have to go to work thoughts).all of a sudden the music in the cab is switched off and every other sleepy head(though no one will appreciate me for calling them that) is looking out of d window,wondering what d hoopla is about,i look out too.&lt;br /&gt;  i was glad when i looked out though,for driving the car next to ours was anil kumble!!!imagine our surprise...&lt;br /&gt;  and then this afternoon i saw prakash padukone!!still as good looking as ever.that was a double today!!!!yippee&lt;br /&gt;all said and done,i get such a thrill when i see some famous person.i mean it's fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go home and tell my mom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-3226852734833612066?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3226852734833612066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=3226852734833612066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/3226852734833612066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/3226852734833612066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/10/celebscant-get-enough-of-them.html' title='celebs!can&apos;t get enough of them....'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-115951512807267509</id><published>2006-09-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:36:17.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>india-still barbaric,will it ever change????</title><content type='html'>was totally shocked the other day as i sat and read the paper.having been born and brought up in the city,didn't even think that such cruel acts like SATI still exist in the villages of our country.&lt;br /&gt;as recent as this year ,there have been two incidents of sati in north india.one of them just the other day on september 20th.a 95 year lady,Kariya Devi,jumped(rather was forced) into the pyre after her husband.this,with her sons carrying her and placing her into the burning fire!!!i also read that her 4 sons who abetted such a crime were arrested by the police.but is that justice enough for what happened?such barbaric customs still exist,i was shocked to know.and this was not the only instance.in august,a 50 year old lady committed sati.this was also witnessed by all and sundry in the village.totally,totally unimaginable in this day and society,don't u think?i mean,how barbaric and henious.&lt;br /&gt; our government has also got in place a 'prevention of sati' act.but is this any use?we are sure to read soon enough that no case was made against kariya devi's sons.is this what we expect in free and independent india?&lt;br /&gt;  wikepedia defines Sati as  a Hindu funeral custom, now very rare, in which the dead man's widow immolates herself on her husband’s funeral pyre.&lt;br /&gt;  sati had it's origin in the 1800s.it almost died out by the time the mughals started ruling india.but stray incidents were always reported.the term is derived from goddess sati who immolated herself as she could not bear the humiliation her living husband was suffering.it was then twisted and turned by the scholarly and supposedly learned men of that time and came to stand for a custom in which a widow jumps into the funeral pyre of her husband.these men encouraged sati and thought it to be an exemplary conduct by a pious woman.this was not considered as suicide,but was considered as a selfless act  and was said purge the couple of the sins that they may have accumulated in their life and also ensured that the couple would be together in the afterlife!!!!how bizzare.....who cares who u r with after u are dead?well thats whole new debate in itself!!&lt;br /&gt;even our scriptures and vedas defend the practice of sati,they even call it an act of self defense.but is it really that?i wonder....&lt;br /&gt;but till these kind of weird and inane practices become a thing of the past,and the mentalities of the people,the way we think etc.change,the treatment meted out to the widows of our country by these narrow minded people and their fate may not improve.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-115951512807267509?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/115951512807267509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=115951512807267509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115951512807267509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115951512807267509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/09/india-still-barbaricwill-it-ever.html' title='india-still barbaric,will it ever change????'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-115942910125804184</id><published>2006-09-27T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T05:04:44.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...........</title><content type='html'>was reading an article on the net today about how men and women have different brains!!as i was reading it,i thought this is sooo true!i mean just as we are different on the outside we must be different on the inside too...&lt;br /&gt;like,did u knw that women can speak faster than men,it's 250 words/min for us(weehee women)to just 125 for men.thats rather less and slow don't u think?a lady uses 20,000 words a day and men just a meagre 7000.she(the researcher) calls women 'weather'where her mind keeps changing and is rather hard to predict and men a 'mountain',and maybe we already know that;)(to use her own words).&lt;br /&gt;but it's there,definately.the way we think,the way we do things,or even things which matter more to us,the way we emote.we may talk more and to such an extent that they will say,oh god lady!can u just keep quiet for like 2 mins.i have heard that line like n no. of times.and it hardly ever bothers me,cos that is me!!i have to talk,talk and talk and i would just love it if the guy just listened.he doesn't even have to really respond all the time(except at those right moments;)&lt;br /&gt;i went to meet this guy once(for the marraige business teehee),and first of all he showed up late,really late,so i was already fuming and then when i just thought well he ain't that bad,except for his time sense,he drops a line saying"man!u talk sooo much".i thought this is it!forget it,imagine spending ure life with this bloke who keeps telling u that u talk too much (read why dont u shut up).i actually wanted to pour the coffee on his head and up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;but i have heard this so many times.girls,women,ladies.they talk so much.always have to give their 2 cents worth to everything,have to butt in.well now we have an excuse(ehm,not that we need one),it's proven.we don't do it,the gray matter b/w our ears does it for us. &lt;br /&gt; atleast we can have a good cry and get on with life if something goes wrong.we dont have to act all macho and show that nothing is wrong,we dnt need to hide our sorrows and problems in a bottle or go and hook up with somebody just to get the frustrations out.our medicine is definately a good,whole hearted cry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to our brains,we also make better friends:).no wonder so many guys have girls as their best friends.&lt;br /&gt;we dont get lost all that often either.u knw why?well it's cos we have the sense to stop and ask for directions.the men folk usually let their ego come in the way and go about round and round in circles.&lt;br /&gt;  we are also more emotional(not just during pms).i mean not just about the crying...we remember all the small moments,tender moments,romantic moments.i dont mean ala dil chahata hai geek kind like the time we first met to the second,the date etc.no,not such things,but rather things that mean something,good times,bad times,funny things or just an evening spent with somebody who matters to you.we know when to say the right things at the right moment(usually).&lt;br /&gt;well so this is WHOA to the women folk out there.keep going and keep talking ladies!!!!life's too short to keep mum.i mean there is nothing,absolutely nothing better than being a woman.leave u with the song &lt;br /&gt;"A Woman's Worth" by Alicia Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could buy me diamonds, you could buy me pearls &lt;br /&gt;Take me on a cruise around the world &lt;br /&gt;Baby you know I'm worth it &lt;br /&gt;Dinner lit by candles, run my bubble bath &lt;br /&gt;Make love tenderly to last and last &lt;br /&gt;Baby you know I'm worth it &lt;br /&gt;Wanna please wanna keep wanna treat your woman right &lt;br /&gt;Not just told but to show that you know she is worth your time &lt;br /&gt;You will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first &lt;br /&gt;She will if she can't find a man who knows her worth, mhmn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz a real man knows a real woman when he sees her &lt;br /&gt;And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her &lt;br /&gt;And a real woman knows a real man always comes first &lt;br /&gt;And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you treat me fairly I'll give you all my goods &lt;br /&gt;Treat you like a real woman should &lt;br /&gt;Baby I know you're worth it &lt;br /&gt;If you never play me, promise not to bluff &lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you down when shit gets rough &lt;br /&gt;Baby I know you're worth it &lt;br /&gt;She rolls the mile makes you smile all the while being true &lt;br /&gt;Don't take for granted the passion that she has for you &lt;br /&gt;You will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first &lt;br /&gt;She will if she can't find a man who knows her worth, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz a real man knows a real woman when he sees her &lt;br /&gt;And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her &lt;br /&gt;And a real woman knows a real man always comes first &lt;br /&gt;And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to read between the lines, spell it out for you &lt;br /&gt;Just hear this song cuz you can't go wrong when you value &lt;br /&gt;A woman, woman, woman, a woman's worth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz a real man knows a real woman when he sees her &lt;br /&gt;And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her &lt;br /&gt;And a real woman knows a real man always comes first &lt;br /&gt;And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz a real man knows a real woman when he sees her &lt;br /&gt;And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her &lt;br /&gt;And a real woman knows a real man always comes first &lt;br /&gt;And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmn mhmn mhmn mhmn mhmn mhmn….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-115942910125804184?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/115942910125804184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=115942910125804184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115942910125804184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115942910125804184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm.html' title='Hmm...........'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-115882186628995879</id><published>2006-09-20T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:57:46.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burden of weights...</title><content type='html'>i have been hearing these weird opinions from people about my doing a bit of strength training recently.i mean what's d big deal!!don't get it really.it's not that i am going to look like the next K.maheshwari or anything,with those bulging muscles.am just trying to get a nice toned look.whats so wrong with that??all around i hear things like "r u crazy,why do u want muscles?" or"it doesn't look good when a girl has muscles",whats with it..it's not like i am lifting 200kgs or something.am still in the measely 5 kgs category  and that too with great difficulty.and anyway it's helping my tennis.can safely say that the only person,actually make that 2 people happy with my weight lifting are my gym instructor and my tennis coach!!!&lt;br /&gt;and ofcourse i,me ,myself.have actually started feeling and looking good.bye bye to those flabby arms and a big hello :)to a well toned look.and anyway isn't that supposed to be the "in" look.am totally happy with it,giving me a new high !!!&lt;br /&gt;so cheers to weight lifting and a big thumbs down to those discouraging people out there(me thinks it's just sour grapes talking;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-115882186628995879?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/115882186628995879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=115882186628995879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115882186628995879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115882186628995879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/09/burden-of-weights_20.html' title='burden of weights...'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-115754420284643074</id><published>2006-09-06T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T04:11:22.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A baby at home!!!</title><content type='html'>Having a baby at home seems like the single most tiring thing in the world.When I say this,I am sure loads of moms and dads world over will agree with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a new experience for me and my mom.We got her home when she was barely 5 weeks old,this cute thingy,so tiny and helpless, I could hold her in one palm...Like any proud mother,my mom held her close and showed her off to all and sundry.Actually,all the neighbourhood kids were waiting for her arrival that day.My mom I believe had announced to almost every person she knew that we were getting her home.&lt;br /&gt;She was soo cute,a little ball of black fur,with hints of tan here and there,black beady looking eyes,flip-flop ears,man was she a BABE!!!We christened her Pepper after contemplating forever. Had suggestions ranging from  bubbles,cleo,rani to laila etc. but then decided that she was a Pepper and Pepper she was.So innocent she looked that day we didn't even think of the terror she would become in just a few days.She looked so meek and cute and just ate and slept and ofcourse left piddle puddles all around the house.Mom and I were so taken in by her good behaivour we didn't stop to think of what lay ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly her tiny sharp teeth and claws all came out,then started the games,slowly but definately she gained confidence day by day.She started running around the house,exploring bit by bit,part by part on her tiny fat paws,so softly we could harly hear her move around.And when she was going about her buisness quitely,you knew that there was trouble with a capital T.She started with pulling our clothes off the beds,pulling and tearing the morning paper,our slippers ofcourse being her fav past time.All this we could take but then out came her pincers,she started targetting our toes, nibbling away at them all day,lucky for me i am not at home most of the day,but needed to have  my defense tactics in place before i got home.&lt;br /&gt;Her first victim of destruction was this  clay ganesha idol that has been in our house from a long time,just grown with us i guess,always wanted to get rid of it but just let it be.well she gave us just the excuse we needed.one day she happily jumped on it,dropped it down and broke not one but both the hands!!my mom,ever so proud of her ward's achievement of the day announced this to me as soon as i got home.i was like oh my god,what did u do pepper?i thought ma would punish her like all the times when we were kids,but like i said,it seems the rules differ for us and for pups!!&lt;br /&gt;Next came a beautiful, painted vase that stands (or rather stood)tall in one corner of our living room. The wires at home needed to be out of reach,we thought and we did just that.Didn't realize that by doing that the only remaining target would be our feet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things about her that are so endearing and make everything worthwhile, like the fact that at exactly at 11 every nite she disappears behind the sofa(her bedroom)and goes to sleep,love the way she goes to the kitchen and sits in front of the grinder whenever she is hungry,the concentration with which she nibbles at the chairs,or the way she loves to sleep in ma's bathroom,behind the sink,or the way she pulls the broom when the maid is sweeping:)),or the fact that she is so scared to come into my room,the way she loves to putter around in the garden,oh,the list is endless!Naughty little mutt that she is..these are the things that make u laugh and things that remain in ur mind after they grow up to full size and become scary devils!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well one thing i'll say,she needs the same amount of TLC that any baby would need and we definately need the same energy.it's a full time job and it's tough.But it definately gives u the same pleasure as having a cute little baby at home and the added advantage that they become gaurds and the loyal friends they are known to be!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-115754420284643074?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/115754420284643074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=115754420284643074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115754420284643074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115754420284643074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-at-home.html' title='A baby at home!!!'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-115754039141906084</id><published>2006-09-06T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T03:59:51.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thought!!!!</title><content type='html'>We never have what we like,&lt;br /&gt;We never like what we have,&lt;br /&gt;still we live,love and hope&lt;br /&gt;that someday we'll get&lt;br /&gt;what we love,or,&lt;br /&gt;love what we have&lt;br /&gt;that's LIFE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-115754039141906084?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/115754039141906084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=115754039141906084&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115754039141906084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115754039141906084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/09/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought!!!!'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-115754000309239511</id><published>2006-09-06T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T03:53:23.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us....&lt;br /&gt;                               Ralf Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-115754000309239511?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/115754000309239511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=115754000309239511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115754000309239511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115754000309239511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-lies-behind-us-and-what-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33582727.post-115693779808166144</id><published>2006-08-30T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:58:38.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my first one!!!!!!super excited:)</title><content type='html'>don't really know what to put down...&lt;br /&gt;been thinking,shall i write this or that and nothing actually comes to mind...it's that state where your mind actually goes blank and then it starts wandering and goes through a complete roller-coaster ride of what u could and couldn't...&lt;br /&gt;now i start thinking,am i the only one who draws a blank at this point??&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one who knows not what to write but can go on endlessly about not a thing??&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one asking this friend what i could write and she smiles and says"write something..a fav song,poem,saying,experience..anything,go on and post it".&lt;br /&gt;well i decided to just blabber the first thing that came to mind and see where this journey of me and my blog goes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33582727-115693779808166144?l=berryoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/115693779808166144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33582727&amp;postID=115693779808166144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115693779808166144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33582727/posts/default/115693779808166144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berryoasis.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-my-first-onesuper-excited.html' title='this is my first one!!!!!!super excited:)'/><author><name>temporary insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336630000094279149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
