<?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-1439331848972164370</id><updated>2011-09-13T06:01:08.021+08:00</updated><category term='change'/><category term='first time blogger'/><title type='text'>waiting in the wings...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-8814765896376160431</id><published>2011-05-19T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T02:35:28.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a funny feel...</title><content type='html'>I have a funny feel, a funny feel i have...&lt;br /&gt;thus goes the tongue twister... but one can't even imagine how am i feeling right now..actually am not sure if i myself understand my messed up state of mind... is this pain/ anger/ self pity/ helplessness/ a want for a change or a mix of all the above... will sort it out soon... or is it just the fever and the physical exertion that is causing such trauma... hmmm.... life is such a tamasha !!! &lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling now... is there anyone to share your feelings/ does that matter???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-8814765896376160431?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/8814765896376160431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-funny-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/8814765896376160431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/8814765896376160431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-funny-feel.html' title='i have a funny feel...'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-9051684693037458467</id><published>2011-04-30T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:15:12.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone times come back never...</title><content type='html'>I remember..&lt;br /&gt;It was a boring summer midday&lt;br /&gt;Sun was right above the head&lt;br /&gt;I was standing near the window sash&lt;br /&gt;And blankly gazing the stillness around&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the weary mood had changed&lt;br /&gt;A cool breeze came in from somewhere&lt;br /&gt;It gave joy and life to the dusty locale&lt;br /&gt;And a bubbly tune to my thirsty lips&lt;br /&gt;Dark thick clouds ebonized the sky&lt;br /&gt;&amp; their silver lining smiled to me&lt;br /&gt;They called me out to rejoice with them&lt;br /&gt;and i readily followed my heart&lt;br /&gt;Soon it started showering lightly&lt;br /&gt;still the sun was shining brightly&lt;br /&gt;standing amidst the falling drops&lt;br /&gt;getting soaked in the fragrance around&lt;br /&gt;How i wished that moment to stay forever&lt;br /&gt;But I knew,&lt;br /&gt;We have to part with some things so dear........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-9051684693037458467?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/9051684693037458467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2011/04/gone-times-come-back-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/9051684693037458467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/9051684693037458467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2011/04/gone-times-come-back-never.html' title='Gone times come back never...'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-6161590452576181601</id><published>2011-04-20T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:21:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH</title><content type='html'>If everything is going well, you don't know what the hell is going on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-6161590452576181601?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/6161590452576181601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2011/04/wth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/6161590452576181601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/6161590452576181601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2011/04/wth.html' title='WTH'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-7748666611180937139</id><published>2011-04-14T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:28:26.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you:)</title><content type='html'>All this time i've searched; &lt;br /&gt;searched not for truth or meaning&lt;br /&gt;Not for peace or for reason&lt;br /&gt;But for you, my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-7748666611180937139?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/7748666611180937139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/7748666611180937139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/7748666611180937139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-you.html' title='for you:)'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-7029467517633761337</id><published>2010-12-17T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:48:06.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking the silence!</title><content type='html'>Long long time since i keyed in anything here...am breaking the radio silence today...i'll be ready with a new post tomorrow:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-7029467517633761337?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/7029467517633761337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/12/breaking-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/7029467517633761337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/7029467517633761337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/12/breaking-silence.html' title='breaking the silence!'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-1350892690948262179</id><published>2010-10-31T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:43:50.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light your hearts:)</title><content type='html'>It's Diwali time! It's that time of the year when people like me do annual ritual of cleaning their house;). It's kinda fun (overrated) to see what all junk one has accumulated in the past one year *sigh*... &lt;br /&gt;well, I totally love Diwali... love the rangoli, lakshmi pooja and the diyas that light up peoples heart and homes... oh yes, i love the sweets and namkeen and the joy that we get from sharing the delicacies and gifts...&lt;br /&gt;If i have to pick one thing i don't like abt this festival, then it would be..well it's not something i hate..just that it comes last favo in my diwali ritual lists - you must have guessed it by now that i am not a big fan of crackers and fireworks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everu one a happy and prosperous Diwali:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-1350892690948262179?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/1350892690948262179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/10/light-your-hearts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/1350892690948262179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/1350892690948262179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/10/light-your-hearts.html' title='Light your hearts:)'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-8937855089638214703</id><published>2010-09-14T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:46:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need my genie...</title><content type='html'>Things are going wrong, as they sometimes will&lt;br /&gt;I feel am trudging a road uphill, aginst my will&lt;br /&gt;I know this too shall pass; but wish you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;Just to sit beside me and be silent partner in my struggle&lt;br /&gt;Things  are really not the same&lt;br /&gt;And it won't be until I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I've reallised, how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;All i have to say is I miss you:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-8937855089638214703?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/8937855089638214703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-my-genie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/8937855089638214703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/8937855089638214703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-my-genie.html' title='i need my genie...'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-1405215510931751378</id><published>2010-09-12T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T01:47:21.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where rainbows end...</title><content type='html'>Last week I was lunching at this pizzeria near my office. After finishing my cheese sandwich and reminding myself about the plan to join a gym to reduce a few stones (in fact I should be reducing a few rocks to get back in shape!) While I was waiting in queue to pay, I was looking at the books in display at the book shoppe across the glass window. Somehow the title “where the rainbows end” caught my attention. After paying up, I walked into that book store and picked the book. It was from Cecilia Ahern, author of one of my fav books – P.S. I Love You. I did not think twice before buying that one(Although I did pray that it should not make me weep like P.S. did…) That night after putting my li’l one to sleep, I thought I will read a few pages. A few pages, I could not put the book down until I read the whole story (it was 5:30am)!!! It’s a beautiful story about two friends who grew up together and then part their ways. Although they cud have been together much before and both of them wanted to be, it was not to be. But still through thick and thin they managed to be friends, all their life… Life is what you make out of it…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-1405215510931751378?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/1405215510931751378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-rainbows-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/1405215510931751378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/1405215510931751378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-rainbows-end.html' title='where rainbows end...'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-2930178076825089268</id><published>2010-08-14T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:49:43.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solace in silence?</title><content type='html'>Today, i was asked to  be comfortable in being silent. I don't know if i could disagree more to anything! How can i learn to be comfortable with something i don't like. Or could I? Thinking differently is not a crime and likewise speaking out is not any crime. Only i could tell them so. May be some day, i will know the comfort of silence - until then I want to be the way i feel the way i should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-2930178076825089268?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/2930178076825089268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/08/solace-in-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/2930178076825089268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/2930178076825089268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/08/solace-in-silence.html' title='Solace in silence?'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-2656251130931469142</id><published>2010-07-30T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:01:01.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fine day!</title><content type='html'>It was just another day. However, was a good one! Was not totally free from tension but like they say, i feel at peace with myself:). Tweeted for the first time:P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-2656251130931469142?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/2656251130931469142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-fine-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/2656251130931469142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/2656251130931469142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-fine-day.html' title='What a fine day!'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-8588737635964352545</id><published>2010-07-11T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:27:55.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><content type='html'>I'll never forget this day - am not very sure whose mistake was it..am glad that the biker had his helmet on and no heavy vehicles were passing by that moment... I did not hit him but i was there and was the reason - he was speeding and apparently did not see my car... and when he did and i did too - was too late to avert the disaster... the scars will take a long time to go.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed kills not just the one speeding all those watching too.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-8588737635964352545?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/8588737635964352545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/07/phew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/8588737635964352545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/8588737635964352545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/07/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-1065091740935975617</id><published>2010-04-20T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:21:33.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Someone said if nothing changed there wouldn't be any butterflies..</title><content type='html'>I have always loved change! Moving town to town, changing schools, new friends, new language, new culture and so on. But that was when I was a kid. Lately I have been thinking it would be nice to have an idea what tomorrow will be like and be ready to face the music.... I would like to plead guilty of wanting consistency... and who was to know that i am in for a change so unexpected in my professional life - am told this role change will look good on my c.v. am sure it will! But transition is a painful process - it is like leaving what i am now and moving on to be a new me... i don't how far i have to continue my journey to be that butterfly and is it really what i want to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-1065091740935975617?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/1065091740935975617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/04/someone-said-if-nothing-changed-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/1065091740935975617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/1065091740935975617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/04/someone-said-if-nothing-changed-there.html' title='Someone said if nothing changed there wouldn&apos;t be any butterflies..'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439331848972164370.post-331868704228055313</id><published>2010-04-14T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:08:30.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time blogger'/><title type='text'>Do you care?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what exactly am i doing here ...but do you really care? These days every single person i know is into blogging. You can say am intrigued - yeah! Honestly, haven't even read many(read it as any) except my kid sister's who kinda read her posts out to me. so wonder any one will care to read mine. I'll be back with another one once i figure it out how to fit in here.&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;Roupa&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you are lost and have reached here by mistake just click the cross button up on the rightern corner of the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1439331848972164370-331868704228055313?l=my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/feeds/331868704228055313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-care.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/331868704228055313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1439331848972164370/posts/default/331868704228055313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-idiosyncrasies.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-care.html' title='Do you care?'/><author><name>Roupa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18387808027763538055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BWp0SaYxxyc/TGgG2-kp-KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gWRZsxPPMN0/S220/rupa.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
