<?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-3873976735441069450</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:36:03.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>undefined</title><subtitle type='html'>just another weblog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1683784948231174613</id><published>2010-09-16T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:31:37.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on.</title><content type='html'>I didn't quite use this blog to it's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I figured - for the 3 people who read this, I won't be blog-spotting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still interested in knowing what's going on in that room I call a brain - let me know. I'm still blogging. Just not here. Didn't quite 'feel' blogspot. Either that or I was too lazy and am making a totally ridiculous statement. I mean, who blames a site right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fun. Thanks for reading - if anyone out there does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;n. Xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1683784948231174613?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1683784948231174613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1683784948231174613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1683784948231174613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1683784948231174613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-on.html' title='Moving on.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-7477629468789445500</id><published>2010-08-11T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:42:19.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes. Just sometimes - I wish I was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Some with a pair of balls to say what I need to say.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-7477629468789445500?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7477629468789445500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=7477629468789445500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7477629468789445500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7477629468789445500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3034348396098308907</id><published>2010-07-12T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:59:14.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sappy love songs that make you sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;"I thought I saw your face. In the evenin' sky. On a lonesome cloud. That was driftin' by.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fall. On a night like this. Into your lovin' arms. For a moonlight kiss".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez! I sure can be a sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3034348396098308907?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3034348396098308907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3034348396098308907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3034348396098308907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3034348396098308907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/07/sappy-love-songs-that-make-you-sigh.html' title='Sappy love songs that make you sigh...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-5261106325270366932</id><published>2010-07-02T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:33:15.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Werid day.</title><content type='html'>I feel like Dorothy from Jerry Maguire. Please don't ask me why. I just do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-5261106325270366932?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5261106325270366932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=5261106325270366932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5261106325270366932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5261106325270366932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/07/werid-day.html' title='Werid day.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-2792471700356671535</id><published>2010-06-16T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:27:31.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>using the summer to conquer any fears i may have - part 2</title><content type='html'>I went for a motorcycle ride at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love motorcycles. As in how they look, love to watch movies with people going nuts on them, love to watch them drive by. However, I personally don't like sitting on one. The fact that there are no walls scare me a little and it would take a lot for me to get on one. Especially at night. But I did. And it was actually pretty great! Well, except for the part that the driver decided to go nuts and speed up. He almost gave me a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, going for a motorbike ride at night - check. (June 16th, 12 something AM, Mayan Way, Mankato)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-2792471700356671535?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2792471700356671535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=2792471700356671535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2792471700356671535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2792471700356671535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/06/using-summer-to-conquer-any-fears-i-may_16.html' title='using the summer to conquer any fears i may have - part 2'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-2628037358671304817</id><published>2010-06-12T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:35:53.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Using the summer to conquer any fears I may have - Part 1</title><content type='html'>I walked through a ravine in the dark. There were a ton of trees and it was creepy as hell. &lt;div&gt;And after making it pretty deep in, I got told that 6 years ago, someone was murdered there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I freaked out but heck I made it through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, walking through a ravine in the dark - check. (June 12th, 12 something AM, Jerrod's backyard).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-2628037358671304817?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2628037358671304817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=2628037358671304817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2628037358671304817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2628037358671304817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/06/using-summer-to-conquer-any-fears-i-may.html' title='Using the summer to conquer any fears I may have - Part 1'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-5289788487405081518</id><published>2010-04-28T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:26:20.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/S9iGhcxnteI/AAAAAAAAARg/CVWDJhtchjY/s1600/pkywatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/S9iGhcxnteI/AAAAAAAAARg/CVWDJhtchjY/s320/pkywatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465266057032218082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything and make your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;optimism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that  you have no time to criticize others. Live in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that the whole world is on your side so long as you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to the best that is in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Chrisian D. Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-5289788487405081518?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5289788487405081518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=5289788487405081518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5289788487405081518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5289788487405081518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/04/faith.html' title='Faith.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/S9iGhcxnteI/AAAAAAAAARg/CVWDJhtchjY/s72-c/pkywatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1921909189208886291</id><published>2010-04-23T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:59:07.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reel life Vs. Real life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/S9HP5i9gi1I/AAAAAAAAARY/1lcWzui4vNA/s1600/the_perfect_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/S9HP5i9gi1I/AAAAAAAAARY/1lcWzui4vNA/s200/the_perfect_life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463376410521406290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Most people don't appreciate the life they have. They complain, compare and whine. The want more. They want it to be bigger and about so much more than it already is. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we  still single? Why don't we have the perfect figure? Why are we so broke? Why aren't men more like McDreamy? Why aren't all love stories like the ones from Hollywood or Bollywood and every other wood? Why don't all men sings songs to us like John Mayer does and why aren't all women hot like Angelia Jolie (I mean not only is the woman hot but she makes the most beautiful babies!)? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why do we want everything to be so perfect? Is that so that life gets easier? So that we don't have to stress, worry or jump over holes that it leaves as it passes us by? And who decides what's perfect? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is grand. It is perfect. It is what you make of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1921909189208886291?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1921909189208886291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1921909189208886291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1921909189208886291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1921909189208886291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/04/reel-life-vs-real-life.html' title='Reel life Vs. Real life.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/S9HP5i9gi1I/AAAAAAAAARY/1lcWzui4vNA/s72-c/the_perfect_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-4895657374609924806</id><published>2010-04-09T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:24:01.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to what He says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/S79EFDCaGFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/E5Rh5ryfaEs/s1600/little-girl-holding-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/S79EFDCaGFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/E5Rh5ryfaEs/s320/little-girl-holding-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458156126901770322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Still your heart in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;. Still yourself in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;without a doubt you shall be united with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord of Love&lt;/span&gt;, dwelling in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;" - Bhagvad Gita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says the most amazing things sometimes and He sure is great. He brightens up even the gloomiest of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-4895657374609924806?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4895657374609924806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=4895657374609924806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4895657374609924806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4895657374609924806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/04/listening-to-what-he-says.html' title='Listening to what He says...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/S79EFDCaGFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/E5Rh5ryfaEs/s72-c/little-girl-holding-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-2127383212639924600</id><published>2010-03-03T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:58:57.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And life is beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd March, 2010. Aa day I think I will remember forever. My first ever John Mayer concert. And I say that because I have promised myself to go to many many more. Everything about that concert was perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that John Clayton Mayor is epic. I thought he was fantastic earlier but now, epic would be a better word. Sure, the world is not very happy with him right now and true, he has said some pretty horrible and stupid things. Here is my deal though. While it's not an excuse, it's just a thought. Maybe, just maybe, if we stopped asking people stupid questions - they won't give us stupid answers. stop worrying about their love lives, sex lives and all other lives but their professional lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He also had some brilliantly funny things to say at the concert - he acknowledged various sign boards that were in the front row. He said he chose to acknowledge them because then people would know he has seen them, loved them, now they wouldn't have to worry about holding them up and they, and people around them could have clear view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He also spoke about forgiveness and how people constantly want to eventually go to the top - but when they shoot straight to the top, they get side tracked and weird-ed out...and something has to keep them grounded...a PERFECT way to bring in the song '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'. And that my friends, wasn't just a song that he was playing - it was an experience. 20,000 people swaying and singing along, John with only one of the THE MOST fantastic guitar solo...and the lights and the words. Yes, an experience. That's what that song was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He played 3 of the 4 songs I would have loved for him to play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Edge of desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - I cried. I don't know why. Maybe because I love that song. It's hard for people to have a favorite song, but I do, and it's this one. And just hearing it live, with his variations, his phenomenal guitar, the red and white lights...it was all slightly overwhelming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In your Atmosphere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- I really wasn't expecting this one. I don't think I screamed so much in my life. I was the best surprise! I remember trying to learn this one in guitar class. And how hard it was. And how I was on the verge of screaming out loud in class because it was SO HARD. And then there he was. Just him and his acoustic. Playing it like it was the easiest song in this world. And how beautiful it was! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Free falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - EFFIN AYE! I was just telling my sister - how it is just usually him and 2 guitars. And then he plays it. And it sounds even better than I had ever heard it. And I thought it was impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assassin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- was...again, indescribably amazing. I loved the song before, but I really love it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is so much about this concert that I  can't describe. His little changes to all the songs, his phenomenal guitar solo's everything. I remember a time when life was shit and i had to keep telling myself that everything was happening for the best. And then I bought the John Mayer tickets and now matter what happened, I told myself, I had one great thing to look forward to. And it was great. And I know I am sounding like an emotional, rambling bowl of fruits - but I will say this, if you have never been to a John Mayer concert, go to one. Even if you don't listen to his music. It really changes your life - or at least the music part of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is good people. It always is. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;n. Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-2127383212639924600?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2127383212639924600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=2127383212639924600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2127383212639924600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2127383212639924600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-life-is-beautiful.html' title='And life is beautiful...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1166088914185087300</id><published>2010-02-02T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:49:06.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying for the week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;"This world is a battlefield for us. Each one of us has our own battle and we are fighting it every single day. Many times we are frustrated with that battle and most of the time we are confused. There is so much fear and attachment. All kinds of emotions are involved when we are dealing with the real world. Time goes and you look back. You have not done anything, except worry and feeling sorry for yourselves, feel guilty, and it all was wasted. That is the time we do need a true teacher like Krishna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;" - Talks on the Bhagvad Gita by Pandit Hari Shankar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop feeling sorry, don't look back, no regrets. Walk on people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n. Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1166088914185087300?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1166088914185087300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1166088914185087300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1166088914185087300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1166088914185087300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/saying-for-week.html' title='Saying for the week.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1841080265274997664</id><published>2010-01-24T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:41:22.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Article Analysis's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it has been a long while since I have had to write a paper for a class. Just about 3 years really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I can safely say that it is going to take me just about 2 hours (including this blog break) to write a two page paper - double spaced! And that's just first draft! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND, to top it all, I am scared of what the outcome is going to be - like, I don't know if whatever I have written, is what I am supposed to writing. Do I need to use bigger words or is just stating your point as simply as possible good enough? And the fact that I don't really have experience in the education industry and more or less everything I am going to say is going to be an opinion - is that a horribly bad thing that is going to get graded real bad? And paraphrasing and plagiarism - let's not even go there. Let's just say I am going to have sleepless nights till this paper is submitted and I get it back and I have NOT had a horrible grade on it, or a comment that states I should probably go back to 3rd grade OR, a letter stating I should go visit student services for plagiarism! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is this whole situation sad? I mean, for the love of God, I am 25 years old! I can and should NOT be worrying about a 2 page paper! It should just be something that I should be able to whip up - no problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. This just seem a little sad to me. Bloody hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1841080265274997664?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1841080265274997664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1841080265274997664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1841080265274997664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1841080265274997664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-article-analysiss.html' title='Change Article Analysis&apos;s.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-8264269146906711331</id><published>2010-01-23T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:38:32.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And it sure has been a while! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can't explain how grateful I am for each day I wake up. It's like God and life have given me a second chance. Maybe I can live my dream. But before all that wisdomess stuff - I will have to get by the next 2 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And boy is it going to be an adventure or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just a brief recap before I go any further. I was in the states a while ago, the job thing didn't work out after graduation so I had to go back home. The move was fine, for a little while, and I loved the people there and I was pulling through! Then the property market hit - and then I lost my job and was one of the MOST miserable mofo's around. Then one day, in a second, just like that, I decided I wanted to back to the states, and go back to school or do something. Just something. Not sit on my ass and do nothing. Go out and live my dreams, and all that wisdomess stuff! So I figured, most schools, deadlines were going to be done in 2 days. (Yes, it took me that long to decide to do this). I had ONE choice as a backup plan - MSU, Mankato. So I applied, for a Leadership program, got accepted, got my visa on a first try (that part I was really worried about), packed my bags, said heartbreaking goodbyes for the second time, sat on the plane and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And then I land in Minneapolis, a very nice man helps me get all bags on a big trolley, and I step out of the airport. It was freezing. Luckily I had dressed the part. While I was waiting for my sister, smoking a quick ciggy, and doing my dance that I do to stay warm (yes, I multi-task), I realized something. Sure, I left home, but I was home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway, I move in with my sister for a couple of days and we bond instantly. It had been a rough ride for us. Thanks to some unfortunate excuses of human beings in our lives, we had drifted apart. And now that all just seemed so old and ages ago. We had both grown up in the time we were apart and that distance and space taught us something. Siblings are always going to be there for each other. No matter what. However, there is no harm in there being a little bit of distance between us. So before I moved to Mankato - we made a wise decision, we were not going to live together. So I signed up to move to a place near campus while she was going to stay where she was in North Mankato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On the first day back, I got to meet Aaron as well. And what can I say? He is amazing. And its a relief. Its weird not really knowing the man your sister is going to marry. Nobody can understand it unless they are in this position and sometimes I think that is why I came here. So that I wouldn't have to go through this whole issue of not knowing him. And hey, maybe I can convince to teach me how to dance in the process!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After the first week back it was time to move to my own place. And I did! Its an awesome 4 bedroom town house. I have two room mates, Kari and Bri. Both are so incredibly awesome - I can't explain! I was secretly so worried about having to move in with two people I never knew. And now, we laugh at all that. It has been a super experience getting to know them and I really love coming 'home' when I'm done with a long day of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And what I have realized through this whole experience is that even if I know it or not, I have grown up. In strange little ways! I am not rushing myself to meet people and make friends. I have learnt that things like that just happen! Also, it was so great re-connecting with the few friends that are left in Minnesota. I also feel so much at peace! I love Thursday nights especially! My weekend starts then. And don't get me wrong, I have a TON to read and papers to write, even over the weekend but, I love just coming home, eating something and then just going up to my room, listening to some light music and reading a book for pleasure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I thank God a million times over. Let's just hope it stays this way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And as Mr. Mraz says - hold your own, know your name and go your own way...and everything will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;And now, even though Pandora is making me feel otherwise with its AMAZING playlist, I have to hit the sack! Got tons to read and a paper to finish tomorrow! 'NIght peeps! Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-8264269146906711331?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8264269146906711331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=8264269146906711331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8264269146906711331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8264269146906711331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1461021024474429220</id><published>2010-01-12T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:45:28.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe, just maybe, if I don't think about it, it won't happen. The horrible thing that's going to happen this coming Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm turning 25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going to be quarter of a century old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't feel like I have accomplished too much. I mean, quarter of a century is a bloody long time, right? People have made their millions by now. And along with making their millions, they have gotten married and had babies. I definitely don't have my millions and am definitely not married or have any babies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I should get a pet...something I won't kill easily! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OR...maybe if I don't think about it, it won't happen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1461021024474429220?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1461021024474429220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1461021024474429220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1461021024474429220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1461021024474429220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-older.html' title='Getting older...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3261180149216696786</id><published>2009-12-27T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:47:22.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dejavu-ic goodbye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the night is finally here. I have said all my good-byes. This has been a roller coaster. I need to sleep and sleep is far, far away. This is what I want. I have been so excited about this. But tonight it's different. I realised there is a HUGE difference between this time and last. This time I'm older and things won't be the same when and if I do come back. There are going to be some huge changes. It's also harder because all relationships I have from the past and made here are stronger which makes this process so difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To mom and dad - the best parents anyone could ever ask for. I can not even begin to explain how much I am going to miss you. I am so glad I am so much closer to you and I love you with all my heart! I'm not even in the states yet and I can't wait for you to come visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To naeem - my strong voice of reason and calm after every storm. I love you so very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To prtiz - my akka when I am away from my akka. For being the only one who didn't break even once and kept telling me this is going to be awesome! Love, love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To connel, bharat, love and vismay - for all the mental, fabulous nights. Here is hoping you guys do fan-effin-tabulous in whatever you do! And call me when you'll are around the area! Going to miss you'll and the madness tons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To ashraf and muna - for just always being there. No matter who comes and goes, you'll are seriously always there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To naomi - for all the 8 hour conversations, love, care and support. You have helped me pull through SO much without even knowing it! Am going to miss you hun! Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And finally to my girls - for all the good times and bad, for all the awesome nights and the not-so-awesome sick sessions after, for the all concerts, trips, dancing, singing, laughing, eating, screaming, listening, movies, drives, pictures...and the list shall go on again. This move is especially hard on us because it has made us realise - everything is changing. So this song dedication is especially for us, and for me - because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I want this - but I should be allowed some hesitation. I may not like it here but God knows there are some very important people I will be leaving tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as usual, John helps me say what I need to say! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop this train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not color blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know the world is black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Try to keep an open mind but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I just can't sleep on this tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop this train I want to get off and go home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; But honestly won't someone stop this train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't know how else to say it, don't want to see my parents go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; One generation's length away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; From fighting life out on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop this train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I want to get off and go home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know I can't but honestly won't someone stop this train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; So scared of getting older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm only good at being young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; So I play the numbers game to find away to say that life has just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Had a talk with my old man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Said help me understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; He said turn 68, you'll renegotiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't stop this train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't for a minute change the place you're in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't think I couldn't ever understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I tried my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; John, honestly we'll never stop this train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; See once in a while when it's good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; It'll feel like it should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; And they're all still around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're still safe and sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'til you cry when you're driving away in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Singing stop this train I want to get off and go home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't take this speed it's moving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause now I see I'll never stop this train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And with that I will say - goodbye everybody! Just know, I would never have made it through these years here if it were not for each and everyone of you. Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3261180149216696786?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3261180149216696786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3261180149216696786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3261180149216696786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3261180149216696786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/dejavu-ic-goodbye.html' title='A dejavu-ic goodbye!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-5593776442144501900</id><published>2009-12-18T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:30:51.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreets Back - Alright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always knew I wanted to watch the Backstreet Boys live. And somewhere, deep down inside, I knew I would. I just didn't think that I would in Dubai. But I did watch them in Dubai last night. And they were amazing. I can not explain how happy I am now. So, so happy. I have been a fan since I was 10. And I remember buying the first album on tape - and listening to it over and over again and FINALLY - having to buy a new one because the old one refused to play anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sys6wZwUbyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J1INeh5Po7g/s1600-h/e169c6ffdb06543538018f98dc22e5b3830ec936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sys6wZwUbyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J1INeh5Po7g/s320/e169c6ffdb06543538018f98dc22e5b3830ec936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416487580064837410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for the concert - it was one of the best I have been to! They were SO entertaining, they sounded SO GOOD, the dancing was good, high-high energy and they really got the crowd going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they sang all their classics too - and made me feel like I was 14 again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This really was a SUPER ending to a pretty shit year. If only they knew how happy they made me. And Nick Carter - you really are so beautiful - and I love you (blush).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Backstreet's SO back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;P.S. - I will admit to getting a little cry-y when they were singing ' I want it that way' ...because I knew the concert was ending and I still couldn't believe I just watched them live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-5593776442144501900?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5593776442144501900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=5593776442144501900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5593776442144501900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5593776442144501900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/backstreets-back-alright.html' title='Backstreets Back - Alright!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sys6wZwUbyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J1INeh5Po7g/s72-c/e169c6ffdb06543538018f98dc22e5b3830ec936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1729064784668240885</id><published>2009-12-09T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:07:45.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss-ness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An awesome evening out = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me. Naeem. My guitar. His I-phone and its voice recorder option. The sidewalk of the parking lot next to home. Awesome Dubai winter breeze. Impromptu jam session. Unreal quality of recorded jam session. Post singing conversation recordings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah! Bliss. Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1729064784668240885?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1729064784668240885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1729064784668240885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1729064784668240885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1729064784668240885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/bliss-ness.html' title='Bliss-ness!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1409142476512430174</id><published>2009-12-08T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:37:24.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, oh boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sx4sBVNALeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/edBc51xGun8/s1600-h/northcott-fabrics-designer-bags-hot-pink-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sx4sBVNALeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/edBc51xGun8/s320/northcott-fabrics-designer-bags-hot-pink-card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412812203529088482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I have learnt the hard way - designer bags are addictive. Hard way because, I have one and I want about 2-3 more AT LEAST to stop me from going nuts. And let's not start with the shoe issue! I mean - seriously, why do they make shoes so beautiful? And I know I have gone crazy because I was staring at a pair of purple suede's for like at least 10 minutes. I couldn't afford them - and so I didn't buy them. But who in their right mind just stares at a pair of shoes? And boots - I need two new pairs, one black and on brown, essentials mind you! And wherever I go - I hear them calling my name. It is INSANE. When did I get this materialistic? OK fine, I have always been materialistic, but when did it get this bad? SO bad, that I am &lt;/span&gt;actually&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; dreaming about things like shoes and bags! And people thought smoking was an issue! RIGHT! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need help! Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1409142476512430174?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1409142476512430174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1409142476512430174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1409142476512430174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1409142476512430174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy, oh boy!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sx4sBVNALeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/edBc51xGun8/s72-c/northcott-fabrics-designer-bags-hot-pink-card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1897885180952500035</id><published>2009-12-02T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:02:45.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter-ness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I am finally twitter-ing. If that is what you would call the process of using twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Verdict so far - still trying to figure out what the point of it is however, I can see how it is addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I am now 'following' John Mayer on there. It's nice knowing his random thoughts. It makes me feel like I know him - sort of. And I bet if he is reading thing - he is freaking out a little. Don't worry John, I'm not a crazy stalker. I just think you are fan-effin-tabulous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for everyone else reading it - I bet you'll are a little worried that I am going to turn into a crazy stalker - but relax. I won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, here's hoping the future brings about lots of little and big tweets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1897885180952500035?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1897885180952500035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1897885180952500035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1897885180952500035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1897885180952500035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/twitter-ness.html' title='Twitter-ness!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-5016679714259924547</id><published>2009-11-15T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:30:37.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta love bollywood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SwBH5fO8IXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/__1sm_Hs9sc/s1600-h/bollywood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SwBH5fO8IXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/__1sm_Hs9sc/s320/bollywood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404398605806870898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When life is difficult or confusing or is kicking me in the butt, I have one motto...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to Bollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are bound to find some music that will get your mind off all the crap and cheer you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example, that should make you at least smile, if not laugh mentally like i did!&lt;br /&gt;What do you think is playing in the mind of the guy who wrote this - to come up with words like these?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Murgi kya jaane aandey ka kya hoga,&lt;br /&gt;Arrey life milegi ya tawey pey fry hoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi na jaane apna future kya hoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honth ghuma, seeti baja, seeti baja ke bol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhaiyaa aal izz well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Classic!!!&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite Hindi song :)&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? - you gotta love Bollywood! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-5016679714259924547?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5016679714259924547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=5016679714259924547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5016679714259924547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5016679714259924547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-gotta-love-bollywood.html' title='You gotta love bollywood!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SwBH5fO8IXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/__1sm_Hs9sc/s72-c/bollywood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3644168121014262590</id><published>2009-11-08T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:49:43.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So John Mayer's new song is out. From his album that is out on November 17th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is the most cutest and prettiest song - and I know I say this about all his songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But anyway, he is singing me to sleep tonight and what can I say? It feels like a good luck charm on this restless night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you John, and I'll say it again, you rock my world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...Who says I can't get stoned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plan a trip to Japan alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doesn't matter if I even go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who says I can't get stoned..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Night folks. Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3644168121014262590?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3644168121014262590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3644168121014262590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3644168121014262590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3644168121014262590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-says.html' title='Who says?'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-2420062795940551069</id><published>2009-10-19T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:32:36.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle In Seattle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/StxAGGGbXzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Mwn22ftbJBY/s1600-h/battle_in_seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/StxAGGGbXzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Mwn22ftbJBY/s320/battle_in_seattle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394256927143976754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MUST WATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a while since I watched a movie that has really got me thinking, that emotionally stimulated me and made me laugh, cry, feel angry, feel angry and feel confused all at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recommend it! Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-2420062795940551069?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2420062795940551069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=2420062795940551069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2420062795940551069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2420062795940551069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/battle-in-seattle.html' title='Battle In Seattle.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/StxAGGGbXzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Mwn22ftbJBY/s72-c/battle_in_seattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-5513158459486281662</id><published>2009-10-17T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:01:47.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali and a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Stmx9DVzO3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r7yq39fLsVk/s1600-h/diwali_diya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Stmx9DVzO3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r7yq39fLsVk/s320/diwali_diya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393537691179760498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's wishing everybody a happy, safe &amp;amp; blingful diwali and an even kick-ass new year! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God knows this next year has to be better than the one that just past - so an extra little prayer for that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-5513158459486281662?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5513158459486281662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=5513158459486281662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5513158459486281662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5513158459486281662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-diwali-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Happy Diwali and a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Stmx9DVzO3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r7yq39fLsVk/s72-c/diwali_diya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3634813588143037353</id><published>2009-10-14T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:19:02.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why blog, you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/StV664Es8OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xWddL6iSPBk/s1600-h/6a00c225202675604a0110166ea4a4860c-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/StV664Es8OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xWddL6iSPBk/s320/6a00c225202675604a0110166ea4a4860c-500pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392351280749146338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Today, when we blog, about our weight loss problems and our knitting and our opinion on the presidents IQ level, we do it on the blithe assumption that someone gives a shit - even though there is a guy stuck in Baghdad that blogs, and a Washington DC staff assistant who gets paid by republican appointees for sex who blogs, and our own jottings must be dreadfully dull in comparison. Nowadays anyone with a crap laptop and Internet can sound their barbaric yawp, whatever it maybe. But the surprise is that for every person who's got something to say, it seems there are at least a few people who are interested. Some of them aren't even related." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Julie Powell, Julie &amp;amp; Julia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3634813588143037353?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3634813588143037353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3634813588143037353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3634813588143037353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3634813588143037353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-blog-you-say.html' title='Why blog, you say?'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/StV664Es8OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xWddL6iSPBk/s72-c/6a00c225202675604a0110166ea4a4860c-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3675317662636015600</id><published>2009-10-09T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:21:41.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random conversations #2 : That's what friends are REALLY for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Ss7_kp93xrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-gG_e0kb_fs/s1600-h/wnads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Ss7_kp93xrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-gG_e0kb_fs/s320/wnads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390526809214797490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;. Me and Nadia are online. Looking through blogs and facebook and telling each other if we see anything interesting. We are doing this because we already had a discussion about what we are getting Nancy for her birthday - and it is going to be awesome! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway - this was the conversation. And just so you know, names and status content has been modified, because you never know who reads your blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you should go see Bonny's status on fabebook.&lt;br /&gt;'I so want to do something that others think silly.. that sum think of as DIRTY.... something that makes me happy and lets my soul arrange itself again....'&lt;br /&gt;i like how DIRTY is in caps&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh For the love of all that's HOLY!&lt;br /&gt;Nadia, babe, promise me, because you love me, that if i EVER say anything like that in my life - you will slap me - right across my face - till i snap out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadia says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will slap you on both cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that's what friends are for right?&lt;br /&gt;To slap you when you are being stupid and weird and to laugh at you when you fall before they come running to help you! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having said that, I will admit to one thing - Nadia and I, we love being judgemental bitches on lazy Friday afternoons. Maybe that's why we are social outcasts together - Karma. (another story, and a long one). And I didn't really change that status a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;Here is hoping she doesn't read blogs! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta. Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3675317662636015600?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3675317662636015600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3675317662636015600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3675317662636015600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3675317662636015600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-conversations-2-thats-what.html' title='Random conversations #2 : That&apos;s what friends are REALLY for.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Ss7_kp93xrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-gG_e0kb_fs/s72-c/wnads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-8005501050277663031</id><published>2009-10-08T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:22:58.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'so not Dubai' Thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dubai Thursday's have been pretty standard since I moved out here in 2007. It's been just about two and a half years now, and Thursday's are pretty much the same routine -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wait till it's ten. Do hair. Do make up. Dress up, and I mean DRESS UP. Put on heels. Take a cab to fancy pretentious club. Pay cab driver ridiculous amounts of money for 15-20 minute ride. Drink. Drink. Dance. Dance. Shot. Shot. Dance. Drink. Be drunk. Leave pretentious club. Talk as loud as humanly possible. Go to KFC/Moulin Dior/Reef. Eat extremely unhealthy food at 3:30 AM. Keep talking as loud as humanly possible. Either watch someone throw up or take care of someone throwing up (this has NOT happened to me so far - thank God, but has happened to some of the girls quite a few times). Swear never to drink again. Stumble home. Go to bed. The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fulfilling eh? Yea, *eye roll* - my thoughts exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the first 300 times, it gets old. And loud. And boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, there are fun nights but you can't help but feel like the process is getting redundant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once or twice a month, fine. Every weekend, sometimes twice a weekend, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, today was a different day. It started at 5 instead of 10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Ss5GyRcymkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bq_0a4_xcfA/s1600-h/MOE+station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Ss5GyRcymkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bq_0a4_xcfA/s320/MOE+station.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390323633500625474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took the train - yes, the ever popular Dubai metro. It is pretty awesome and will be even better once they figure out the feeder buses and all the stations are up and running. It felt good! Just had my i-pod on and was reading 'Julia &amp;amp; Julie' all the way. Didn't have to worry about crazy drivers or parking or anything. And yes, this picture is of the real station. (Kakes, in case you are wondering).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then met Nancy at media city (a bar called Icon) and some of her friends from work were still working though they were not at the office. While they were working, I enjoyed a drink and silence. I didn't have to make small talk or anything as they were all so busy, and it was nice. Because these days, I am NOT in the mood for small talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Icon, Nance and I stopped by a place called 'Shelter'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Ss5Hpv0wjxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nVyZsJx5U4s/s1600-h/shelter_dubai_at_yatzer_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Ss5Hpv0wjxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nVyZsJx5U4s/s320/shelter_dubai_at_yatzer_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390324586547023634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;elter is a place Nancy found through work. It is in the industrial area of Dubai. It is essentially a warehouse turned into a coffee shop with heaps and heaps of magazines you can just pick up and read. It is one of the very few places that has any sort of creative or cultural activity. They have small sized shows and events now and then. We went to watch Nitin Mirani - a local stand up comedian and one of my sisters friends and a Arab-American Hip Hop artist. Both were so, so good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got home by 10:30 PM, made a playlist, and am enjoying some pretty kick-ass music and relaxing. This has been one of the very few non-Dubai Thursdays and I'm loving it! I wish I had a few friends to jam with to end the night, but oh well! Here is a start to trying different things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;(My playlist for the night: And then you; Bulletproof Weeks; Forever; Say it to me now; This woman's worth; Never Think; Closer; Dreaming with a broken heart; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;If it kills me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good night people - have a good weekend. Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-8005501050277663031?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8005501050277663031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=8005501050277663031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8005501050277663031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8005501050277663031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-not-dubai-thursday.html' title='A &apos;so not Dubai&apos; Thursday.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Ss5GyRcymkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bq_0a4_xcfA/s72-c/MOE+station.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-2492092627383735994</id><published>2009-10-07T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:14:11.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As John says - 'it's the brightest thing I've got'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if I mentioned this earlier but I am playing the guitar again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going to class and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have joined classes at my old music school - Dubai Music School and being taught by Miles Perry (who taught me earlier, when I was 10) who is amazing - I mean, the man can play ANYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, how did this come about? Well mainly because of this man and how flippin' amazing he is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sszoi4_EZwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eLnRH5RHhUw/s1600-h/john_mayer_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sszoi4_EZwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eLnRH5RHhUw/s400/john_mayer_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389938540165752578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His music is AMAZING. Amazing tunes, amazing voice and amazing lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These days, a lot of my 'songs for the moment' have been his songs. And I have been wanting his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Any given Thursday'&lt;/span&gt; album SO BAD, to have in my car, if ever I am stuck in traffic, to calm me down. Well, mainly because of the song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Covered in rain'&lt;/span&gt; - I mean c'mon, which other nine minute song can kick THAT much ass huh? And that guitar solo *drool*, and his voice - did I mention his voice already? Anyway, so I went to Virgin Mega store at MOE and City Center and both said more or less at all Virgin stores in Dubai, all John Mayer Cd's are sold out - ALL OVER THE UAE! SOLD OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then the other day, on the way to the gym, I was slacking and stopped by the music store there, and guess what? There was ONE copy left there! AH-HA! - and its now mine, and safely tucked in my car CD player. I even laughed out loud, a smug laugh, so everyone in the store would know I got that last copy. Nobody in that store seemed to care, but I sure did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, my point being, other than the fact that John Mayer completely rocks my world, is that I have started playing again. And I can hear improvement and how I am getting better. I just need to keep practicing. I am at about an hour a day these days. Total de-srtesselizer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And oh! I am going to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;random guitar thought&lt;/span&gt; on this blog, whenever I think of something random or something strikes a chord! (Get it? Strikes a chord? I came up with that all by myself! What can I say, creativity is flowing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-2492092627383735994?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2492092627383735994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=2492092627383735994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2492092627383735994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2492092627383735994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-john-says-its-brightest-thing-ive.html' title='As John says - &apos;it&apos;s the brightest thing I&apos;ve got&apos;'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sszoi4_EZwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eLnRH5RHhUw/s72-c/john_mayer_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-6930507883308925060</id><published>2009-09-30T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:27:18.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Mr. Stupid !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So - my brain is like a town that is constantly hit by a tornado.&lt;br /&gt;I have named this tornado - Mr. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;The minute that town thinks the storm is over and foundations are made, Mr. Stupid  shows up again, making it SO difficult to make any decisions what so ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yesterday afternoon, I looked in the mirror - at my forehead and had a chat with that tornado that is hell bent on ruining my life.&lt;br /&gt;I said 'hey! Mr. Stupid! FUCK YOU! I AM going to make decisions! Big decisions! Yea, and not only decisions, I am going to give myself OPTIONS! And feasible, happenable options. HA!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In response that tornado said 'Yea right! And...fuck you back!'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway - I ignored Mr. Stupid. Well for the sole reason that he is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And I made decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I am acting on them.&lt;br /&gt;Starting today - because its prep day.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 1st of October. The outcome of all this decision making shall be reviewed again - on December 1st. Exactly 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;And then what happens? - You are going to have to wait to find out depending on how I have done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Decision #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is an old one.&lt;br /&gt;So old and used and blah that I can imagine the amount of eye rolls this one will earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight loss.&lt;/span&gt; *eye roll* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I know I have said this before. But this time I am going to do it. Because Mr. Stupid is NOT going to mess with me and make me change my mind. I am re-starting the whole regime I was on 2 years ago when I lost all that weight. I'm off carbs will the 1st of December. I will keep blogging the progress of that week after week.&lt;br /&gt;Just because, you know...you would like to have a laugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Decision #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is SORT of linked to the 1st decision. Now that I have said no carbs, its NOT REALLY no carbs. Because as much as I want to say I don't want to drink at all, that would be a lie! A big fat stupid one. A slightly more stupid one that Mr. Stupid! And since I have been told this over and over by different people, there is going to be ONE standard drink that I drink - lowest on carbs&lt;/span&gt; and calories apparently...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vodka-soda-limes (yuck) and no more beer (SOB!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Decision #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This pitiful being jobless situation. I am SO SICK of people telling me 'look at the world, this is a global thing, its not only you, change your field, you can do SO MANY THINGS while you don't &lt;/span&gt;have a job, look to the stars and the &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;effin silver linings...'. You get the gist right? So again, I have given myself -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till November to get a job&lt;/span&gt;. Once that doesn't happen, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back up plan&lt;/span&gt; kicks in. What is the back up plan? - Well that I'm not a 100% sure of yet, but I'll let you know once it is figured out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Decision #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do what I want to do - when I want to do it. If there is something I want to be, then that is what I will be. If there is some music I want to listen to - I will listen to it. If there is something I want to wear, I will wear it and if there is some place I want to go - I will go. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody is going to change my mind&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Decision #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter WHAT happens, what other life altering decisions I make, I am going to plan the WHOLE month of December around one thing - the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backstreet Boys concert&lt;/span&gt;. Yes people, they are playing in Dubai in December. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now for all of you who are all on about 'Oh for the love of all that's holy' and all that, its about time you admitted to yourself - they are awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, I have been waiting to go to a concert of theirs since I was 10 years old. They are coming here and there is noway I am going to miss it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there - I feel...pretty OK, which is awesome improvement from, the 'pretty shit' level I was at earlier. Not only have I made 5 decisions, I might also get to see the backstreet boys live (given they don't cancel) and Mr. Stupid has been fired! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-6930507883308925060?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6930507883308925060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=6930507883308925060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6930507883308925060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6930507883308925060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-bye-mr-stupid.html' title='Bye bye Mr. Stupid !'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-4023374443433862350</id><published>2009-08-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:06:53.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the bride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/So7KfMilr7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TQu2dfQWXaU/s1600-h/ak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/So7KfMilr7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TQu2dfQWXaU/s320/ak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372454042790637490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So. I know I have not had anything to say in a long time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is maybe because I have too much stuff in my brain. All un-sorted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But anyway - this is definately worth the break of silence or whatever it is you call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister and her boo (the oh-so amazing aaron brownlee) are engaged to be married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I am in full prep to becoming the best saali anyone could ask for! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heres to the two of them...God bless Xx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-4023374443433862350?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4023374443433862350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=4023374443433862350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4023374443433862350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4023374443433862350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-comes-bride.html' title='here comes the bride...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/So7KfMilr7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TQu2dfQWXaU/s72-c/ak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-7382099240126087083</id><published>2009-08-02T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:54:57.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love aaj kal.</title><content type='html'>So I am going through another difficult point in my life. So what else is new huh? Growing up I tell you - I'm not a fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I thought - I haven't seen a proper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bollywood&lt;/span&gt; movie in so long and a nice chick flick type love story would be nice. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bollywood&lt;/span&gt;, more or less always, cheers me up. So we went to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about 3 seconds from slitting my wrists at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;As in?&lt;br /&gt;Well, as in, if the movie was even 3 seconds longer, I would have slit my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I really did think it was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I even read the review on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indiafm&lt;/span&gt; before I went, which went on to say that 'LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AAJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KAL&lt;/span&gt; makes you fall in love with love all over again. Makes you value your loved ones all the more.' Yes, that last bit I did agree with. Because I was going to die watching that movie - and if that was the case - I would not have the chance to tell my loved ones that I loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was wrong? - Well the story of the present day love story was the most insane! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saif&lt;/span&gt; Ali Khan should just NOT dance. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Deepika&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Padukone&lt;/span&gt; (or whatever her name is) can't act and should give it up. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought I was the only one who had something that horrible to say about the movie but, the faces of all the people leaving the theatre yesterday said it all. I think they were all very angry and wanted their money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; watch it loved ones! And if you do want to, wait till it comes out on DVD and watch it on a day where you have NOTHING else to do. Like NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta. Xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-7382099240126087083?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7382099240126087083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=7382099240126087083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7382099240126087083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7382099240126087083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-aaj-kal.html' title='Love aaj kal.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-2058715550973574091</id><published>2009-06-27T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:48:14.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Mankato.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kakes's big hugs and sloppy kisses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Doha's laugh and high pitched girl scream. Waqas's guitar. Ambers gazillion pictures. Korrie's straight face when she would say we were twins. Pari's 'yea, I don't think so' looks. T's sensible responses to everything. Sachin's undrinkably hot coffee or tea or whatever - what is with that? Khumar's 'kareeeeeshma'. Maria's omg's and nasty's. Umair's dancing. Ali's high notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sarmad's "bc's". Jen and Liz'z red wine pasta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And so much more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I could go on and on by saying,  remember that time?...&lt;br /&gt;but it would take too long.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I mentioned, some of you I was close to and some not really. Some I talk to and some - well I don't even know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to say that I am so happy I know you because you did bring nothing but happy memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And whenever I look back at my 5 years in Minnesota, you are who I think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you for the best, worst and most craziest 5 years of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In strange and different ways, I love you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-2058715550973574091?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2058715550973574091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=2058715550973574091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2058715550973574091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/2058715550973574091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-mankato.html' title='Missing Mankato.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-5922595545298621835</id><published>2009-06-26T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:10:31.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson - R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SkW3npKpQXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ErLiPfmMKL0/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SkW3npKpQXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ErLiPfmMKL0/s320/michael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351885623892984178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't beleive it. But everyone seems to assure me that it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So all I want to say is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson, you were and will always remain a legend. Thank you for all the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-5922595545298621835?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5922595545298621835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=5922595545298621835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5922595545298621835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5922595545298621835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-rip.html' title='Michael Jackson - R.I.P'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SkW3npKpQXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ErLiPfmMKL0/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-5530096390602072864</id><published>2009-06-24T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:09:44.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SkIzXEo_HSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LO7UVqt8NFg/s1600-h/lemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SkIzXEo_HSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LO7UVqt8NFg/s400/lemons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350895778745228578" 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;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"When life gives you lemons, make grape juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then sit back and watch the world try to figure out how you did it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-5530096390602072864?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5530096390602072864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=5530096390602072864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5530096390602072864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5530096390602072864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SkIzXEo_HSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LO7UVqt8NFg/s72-c/lemons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3423690776931588819</id><published>2009-06-18T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:53:56.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally - a sensible answer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So. A friend of mine and I were just talking, over facebook, about how many people we know are getting married or engaged or something, in this year to come. Well congratulations to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it sucks for us. You know, the remainder of us. Us who are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; not even close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;want to get engaged - let alone married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because living in the Indian society when you are a 24 year or older girl and not married - there can only be three explanations - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) There is something wrong with you. This could mean appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) There is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; wrong with you. Which basically means you are a lesbian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) There is something wrong with your history, hence no respectable Indian family would want their respectable son to marry you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I am sorry but screw that! I don't buy all of that. You don't need to get married just to prove all of the above wrong. Take your time. Build your career. Live your life and then marry because you want to. Because they are your best friend and you are ready for that next great adventure. Not because you are worried about what people will say about your family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, strangely enough, quite a few modern day Indian kids feel the way I do. But they are still getting married left right and center. And that was when I sort of ran out of theories. And then the friend I was talking to, came up with a brilliant one. I really believe this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conclusive theory&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's global warming. People are trying to pair up before the polar ice caps melt and we all drown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3423690776931588819?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3423690776931588819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3423690776931588819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3423690776931588819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3423690776931588819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-sensible-answer.html' title='finally - a sensible answer!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-165211624804562545</id><published>2009-06-10T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:32:59.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw the sign!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SjCjetbSRWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aRg8QdX8srA/s1600-h/pea0321peanuts-celebrate-the-little-things-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SjCjetbSRWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aRg8QdX8srA/s320/pea0321peanuts-celebrate-the-little-things-posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345952505674220898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On occasion, some may be correct. But do not do their work for them. Seek any job, ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say "no" - they may not be smart enough to say "yes"." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Olbermann&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suche told me he found this on a Starbucks cup. a Starbucks cup!&lt;br /&gt;And it's unbelievable that he told me he saw this just when I made some decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Which means it is a sign.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A good sign. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign telling me - 'you go girlfriend!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign telling me I need to be be bold in my decision making. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign telling me everybody has one life to make the most of. Well, at least, one life that you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; really think that these curve balls are thrown at you because the big guy up there is trying very hard to tell us something. Maybe He is trying to say that what we MAY think to be good for us, is not really all that. I have been told over and over again, that though I may think I am a HR person, maybe I am not in ways. Maybe God wants me to use all my 'creative' abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So last night, through another sleepless night (these are starting to become a pain because I LOVE my sleep) - I decided that maybe I will be creative.And I will be bold. and I will switch fields and I will do well. And more than anything, I think I will be happy about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also figured, I know I got a degree and spent all the time and money and effort...well, OK, since we are being honest, time and money towards a degree but I can safely say, university changed my life. So,instead of taking ONLY lessons from a classroom into consideration, I paid for some life experiences that i would have never got, had i not gone to school at all! And those experiences play a huge part in helping, when you are taking on life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thunk! A Starbucks cup did all of that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is safe to say, little things can make a huge difference, si? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ta. Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-165211624804562545?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/165211624804562545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=165211624804562545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/165211624804562545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/165211624804562545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-saw-sign.html' title='I saw the sign!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SjCjetbSRWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aRg8QdX8srA/s72-c/pea0321peanuts-celebrate-the-little-things-posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-9149003748923584583</id><published>2009-06-02T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:36:15.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SiVip0ESJwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Xca3kSamDMI/s1600-h/newmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SiVip0ESJwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Xca3kSamDMI/s320/newmoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342785003435730690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I am sure, everyone who read the last post must know I am going through a real hard time. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I obviously have difficulty figuring shit out. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my manners these days, lets just say I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And neither am I very tolerant.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all that together and I am in a pretty rotten mood. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, I was up at 7 and thought I would check my mail over coffee. And obviously, nobody emailed me that early in the morning but MSN showed me something that just made my day and made me so much happier - it told me that the New Moon preview was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I am SO HAPPY. Its a way of showing you that no matter how shitting things are, nice things keep happening.&lt;br /&gt;Like Robert Pattinson - he happened to mankind right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I know alot of people are thinking 'what a looser, no wonder she has issues'. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell - it made my day. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant wait for November 20th. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later peeps! Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-9149003748923584583?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9149003748923584583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=9149003748923584583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/9149003748923584583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/9149003748923584583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon.html' title='New Moon.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SiVip0ESJwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Xca3kSamDMI/s72-c/newmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1059249707681287220</id><published>2009-06-01T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:14:19.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid sayings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know how when shit hits the roof, everyone (everyone being the people who are NOT in your position and have absolutely NO fucking idea as to what is going through your brain) start saying these things to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like - 'hey! shit is so bad now - it cant get any worse' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;or - 'you'll be ok. i guarantee it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;or - 'this is good thing. it seriously only is what you make it to be'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;or - 'things are this bad now because something better is on the way. something that you just cant see right now'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the worst - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;every cloud has a silver lining. what in the falangey is that supposed to even mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well - here is how it is. all clouds DO NOT have silver linings. things CAN get worse. and if not worse - they can stay bad for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;frustratingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; long time. and if something better were to happen - why the effin hell hasn't it happened already and when exactly does is plan to 'happen'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;answer that smart asses! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. now. INHALE. EXHALE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i needed to vent. venting is good. i think everybody should try it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;right. well. i'm off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;later. Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1059249707681287220?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1059249707681287220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1059249707681287220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1059249707681287220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1059249707681287220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-sayings.html' title='Stupid sayings.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3546460833154188230</id><published>2009-05-18T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:12:40.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great heights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wall climbing hurts. Muscles you didn't know existed or that you forgot about come to life and there is then a conspiracy between all these muscles to hurt you. /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How would I know?&lt;br /&gt;Because I went wall climbing. 'The wall' they call it. And an effin wall it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how did I do? Yea, not so hot!&lt;br /&gt;There was this little, adorable, french child, who came up to my knee,  who went way higher than I did - 3 to 4 times! I tried twice and decided I was done for the month! But then again, he definitely did not have upper body - lower body issues like I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again not too many people do. Issues meaning, a lot of people that meet me, wonder how I manage to get up and walk. They may not say it but I know what they are thinking. This is because my legs are WAY too skinny to carry my upper body weight and no, that is NOT an exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I do not want to walk down that road.&lt;br /&gt;Point being - it is fun. And everyone should do it once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about as extreme to extreme sports as I will ever get. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. Xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3546460833154188230?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3546460833154188230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3546460833154188230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3546460833154188230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3546460833154188230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-heights.html' title='Great heights!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-384134079039091591</id><published>2009-05-17T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:09:47.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are only so many things you can do when you are bored. Bored all the time. ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read books. Like all the books you have. And those 'read agains' like Harry Potter and the Twilight series, you can read them all again. And again.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can watch movies. Thank God for the dvd lady huh? Cheap 10 buck dvd's. I mean its good to have a collection of fun, watch again dvd's right? For when life starts to finally figure itself out, it's great to sit down and weekends and watch them. But try 3 movies a day.&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the paper. Only news these days - well, lets just say its depressing news, and doesn't quite help with the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the gym. But there is only an hour a day I can do.&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the blog. But the brain is very slow and there are no smart ideas that are brewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have people telling you to do this and that, but in all honesty, I-AM-GOING-INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is reading this, wherever in this world you may be, please pray life figures itself out. Because this is getting old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-384134079039091591?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/384134079039091591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=384134079039091591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/384134079039091591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/384134079039091591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-8718841770818022172</id><published>2009-04-25T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T03:42:28.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no such thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SfLo75hj_TI/AAAAAAAAALo/OvrdeaeOI3I/s1600-h/xyz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328577424884235570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SfLo75hj_TI/AAAAAAAAALo/OvrdeaeOI3I/s320/xyz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I want to run through the halls of my high school&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I just found out there's no such thing as the real world&lt;br /&gt;Just a lie you've got to rise above"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-8718841770818022172?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8718841770818022172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=8718841770818022172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8718841770818022172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8718841770818022172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-such-thing.html' title='no such thing.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SfLo75hj_TI/AAAAAAAAALo/OvrdeaeOI3I/s72-c/xyz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-6613958605006081654</id><published>2009-04-21T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:48:54.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random conversations  #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Se4GpAOfiLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/C_-MVnjf_PQ/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327202710731065522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Se4GpAOfiLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/C_-MVnjf_PQ/s320/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scene:&lt;/span&gt; nancy, nadia and i are sitting in the food court at lamcy plaza. we decided to meet there because nance just got back from a super trip (and it was super). she went to goa for a wedding. anyway, we are talking about weddings, and unfortunate arranged marriage situations, yada yada - when i just turned to ask her how the arranged marriage thing was going at her home, as her parents have sort of started putting the pressure. it sort of went like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nams: so hows it going with the marriage thing at home?&lt;br /&gt;nancy: hmm...ok&lt;br /&gt;nams: any good prospects?&lt;br /&gt;nancy: (looking into the distance) no. i want chicken nuggets. and oh - i met vishal while i was in mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;nams: *expression of utter confusion*&lt;br /&gt;nadia: (1-2-3-nadia laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funny at the time.&lt;br /&gt;but based on the above conversation, i now pass the crown of randomness to you nance.Xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-6613958605006081654?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6613958605006081654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=6613958605006081654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6613958605006081654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6613958605006081654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-conversations-1.html' title='random conversations  #1'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Se4GpAOfiLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/C_-MVnjf_PQ/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1240249407310302249</id><published>2009-04-20T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:03:01.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>absolute nothings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SezFysagNPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ABsORjAXVmI/s1600-h/twenty_five_block.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326849933978907890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SezFysagNPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ABsORjAXVmI/s400/twenty_five_block.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;downside&lt;/u&gt; - it sucks that the first time i actually spoke with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boo's&lt;/span&gt; family, it was under such horribly stressful circumstances. &lt;u&gt;upside&lt;/u&gt; - it now provides as an ice breaker. when i actually have to meet with them or speak with them again, it will be SO easy to start a conversation. &lt;u&gt;downside&lt;/u&gt; - its weird with me sometimes - i love a song SO MUCH. as in the tune and the music. but i hate the singer and the style it has been sung in. &lt;u&gt;upside&lt;/u&gt; - i can pray that somebody will make a decent cover of the song. if it becomes popular enough. &lt;u&gt;upside&lt;/u&gt; - my mom bought me new clothes from Bangkok. &lt;u&gt;downside&lt;/u&gt; - some of them don't fit me because i have gotten so fat. &lt;u&gt;upside&lt;/u&gt; - i have ANOTHER reason to loose weight. (because the first 63 reasons were obviously not reason enough!) &lt;u&gt;downside&lt;/u&gt; - certain friends parents are pushing them for marriage. you know, the arranged sort. &lt;u&gt;upside&lt;/u&gt; - another reason to loose weight. shopping for fun '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shaadi&lt;/span&gt; type' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; clothing and dancing for the weddings. &lt;u&gt;downside&lt;/u&gt; - no work. &lt;u&gt;upside&lt;/u&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;. i still have to figure this one. &lt;u&gt;upside&lt;/u&gt; - i got new shoes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bangkok&lt;/span&gt; too. well one pair of flats and some flip flops. &lt;u&gt;downside&lt;/u&gt; - NONE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry - there never is a downside to new shoes. &lt;u&gt;downside&lt;/u&gt; - i think i am loosing my memory a little which sucks because among us girls, i am the one who always remembers everything! so i have been trying and trying and i can't remember when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;che&lt;/span&gt; and i became such close friends. &lt;u&gt;upside &lt;/u&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad that we did because he is one person there needs to be nothing to talk about but we still can. &lt;u&gt;downside&lt;/u&gt; - i can't help but feel down these days. demotivated. like i am doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing with my life. &lt;u&gt;upside&lt;/u&gt; - the Siva Purana. Xx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1240249407310302249?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1240249407310302249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1240249407310302249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1240249407310302249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1240249407310302249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/absolute-nothings.html' title='absolute nothings.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SezFysagNPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ABsORjAXVmI/s72-c/twenty_five_block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-6515098382248702423</id><published>2009-04-10T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:00:47.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you think you have seen everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'They' come up with something like this!&lt;br /&gt;(i just heard about this. Well, i read about it on facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322969158057759410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sd78PzhkkrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9sz6Lu59KBU/s320/Bling_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;bling H2O&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a water for the super-luxury consumer market and is produced in limited quantities. The beautiful handmade bottle is decorated with real Swarovski Crystals..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Well. You have GOT to be f*****g kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i will say this, i would like one bottle - just for fun! how much do you think one costs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-6515098382248702423?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6515098382248702423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=6515098382248702423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6515098382248702423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6515098382248702423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-think-you-have-seen-everything.html' title='when you think you have seen everything...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sd78PzhkkrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9sz6Lu59KBU/s72-c/Bling_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-8813165275725204177</id><published>2009-04-08T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:11:43.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeh hai mumbai meri jaan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i needed to get out of dubai for a little bit. to miss it. to appreciate it. to not hate is so much. a little breath of fresh air - well in this case, not fresh but new. to get away from the streets and the people and the decision making!&lt;br /&gt;so i took a little 'on the spur of the moment' trip. to mumbai. after 10 long years, i went.&lt;br /&gt;it was an awesome trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdzt0ABeBDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RiLYNk-7mk0/s1600-h/100_1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322390337260225586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdzt0ABeBDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RiLYNk-7mk0/s200/100_1630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all the way on the flight, i was a little iffy, weird butterflies in my tummy. not the looking at your high school crush at lunch time type of butterflies, but a different type. i cant explain them. i think it was just because i got so much advice, from so many people before going - i didn't know what to expect. you know, the usual - 'don't forget your sanitizer' and 'roadside ka khaana math khana' (translation - don't eat food that is sold on the street side). don't drink water at anybodys house because you don't know if it is bottled or not, don't touch ANYTHING, don't give money to even ONE beggar - you give one and you give all, don't look into the eyes of chakkas, and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;when you hear all of that, you don't really know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i expected the worst. but i found i really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SdzvQmYevmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/i6nG4hk6yjU/s1600-h/100_1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322391928105254498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SdzvQmYevmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/i6nG4hk6yjU/s200/100_1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought people would stare if you , but i found that i wound up staring. people there dared to dress similar to each other and and dared to be different. they talk loud and not care. bindaas! -that's the word. and more than anything else - its a city. and like all big cities, people live for themselves. and that is so important. to try and do that. do things you want to do and flick a finger at the world. and its fast. very fast. time flies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdzwddxt7BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WcFF90D1j5Q/s1600-h/100_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322393248645114898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdzwddxt7BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WcFF90D1j5Q/s200/100_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mean, don't get me wrong, it is a mad, mad city. there is pollution, it was bloody hot and not everywhere is air conditioned, the autos are made and the drivers are functioned to try and kill you, there are no such thing as traffic rules, the slums and poverty are a horrible reality straing you in the face and the noise! oh Lord the noise! its all mad! but its OK that its mad because - yeh hai mumbai meri jaan! anything goes here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also makes you realize how much i have. what so many people don't. living in a city like dubai you cant help but focus on what you don't. and that pulls you down a lot. so it was nice to look at it from there other side. i went to puna to check out these houses that were being built. they were still under construction. and the construction workers had their 'homes' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdzy3S1suYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1a1FQGgDq1M/s1600-h/100_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322395891408877954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdzy3S1suYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1a1FQGgDq1M/s200/100_1722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;behind the construction site and they lived there with their families. you could tell by appearance that these kids had close nothing. but they where running around a half built home playing house. there was a dad and a mom and a baby - the standard roles that all kids have when they play house. all the rules i had when i was a kid. only these kids had torn clothes, no shoes but a whole bunch of dreams - to own a home like that one day. and it made me realise, that though i hope and pray that they do own a home like that one day, there is an unfortunate probability that they may never. but i can. and that just makes you thank you stars!&lt;br /&gt;also, it got me thinking as to how we go into work - and we hate our jobs! what we don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdzz6Ym7hNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yr7Lgl9xG-8/s1600-h/100_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322397044008781010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdzz6Ym7hNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yr7Lgl9xG-8/s200/100_1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stop to think about is that some kids sell balloons on the street for a living. everyday. they sit on the street side, blow ballons and sell them. they come up to your car when it stops at a light, they knock at your window and see if you want to buy one. most of the time people look away. they wont even look at these kids, just look away.&lt;br /&gt;looking at all this makes you just bow your head down and pray. pray for these kids and pray for forgiveness for ever whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i got to bond with some family that i haven't had the chance to. my cousin brother and his family. got close to my 16 year old niece. it was nice to hang out with her. though it did sort of make me wish i was in high school again, and not so grown up, with all these effin grown up responsibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after all that insight being thrown at me, i have come home (and was happy to come back) refreshed! i know what i want now. i still have to figure out of a lot of stuff here and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdz2wvRQu7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ocYSjKWUZWc/s1600-h/100_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322400176828103602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdz2wvRQu7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ocYSjKWUZWc/s200/100_1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there, but i will. i know i will and i know everything will sort out - kyun ki, picture abhi baki hai mere dost! cheesy, i know. but i cant help it! i'm speaking fluent hinglish. but to sum it all up - i loved the trip. would i live there? probably not!&lt;br /&gt;hey! don't judge me! i am a NRI brat and i cant help it!&lt;br /&gt;but i am sure glad i made that trip. and i know i want to go back soon and maybe next time, see more of india. mera bharat mahan - remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-8813165275725204177?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8813165275725204177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=8813165275725204177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8813165275725204177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8813165275725204177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeh-hai-mumbai-meri-jaan.html' title='yeh hai mumbai meri jaan!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sdzt0ABeBDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RiLYNk-7mk0/s72-c/100_1630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-4773630271708810220</id><published>2009-03-26T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:30:57.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on another jet plane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SctK4pruX8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UMPleymYsHI/s1600-h/362260999_ce25c2cb20.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317426122163380162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SctK4pruX8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UMPleymYsHI/s320/362260999_ce25c2cb20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I am going on another trip.&lt;br /&gt;Totally unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; excited. It's been a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of this place for a while so the timing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; tell you more about this when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back.&lt;br /&gt;See you in a week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-4773630271708810220?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4773630271708810220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=4773630271708810220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4773630271708810220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4773630271708810220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/leaving-on-another-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on another jet plane.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SctK4pruX8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UMPleymYsHI/s72-c/362260999_ce25c2cb20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1832154663344503333</id><published>2009-03-15T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:51:45.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sb0-fo3FedI/AAAAAAAAAIY/72dFaoDWQbQ/s1600-h/69215272_pfp9hutV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313471848632383954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sb0-fo3FedI/AAAAAAAAAIY/72dFaoDWQbQ/s320/69215272_pfp9hutV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have had a headache the whole day. It just wont go away. And i am not the 'just take a pill' type of person. And on top of the headache, I am a little annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway - this song is helping heaps. It is the only thing that is helping get rid of this annoying, constant banging in my head. &lt;br /&gt;So i think i am going to listen to it over and over on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;, eat my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;felafel&lt;/span&gt; dinner and hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(p.s. - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kakes&lt;/span&gt;, listen to this song. it is the prettiest song ever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lost&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If roses are meant to be red&lt;br /&gt;And violets to be blue&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't my heart meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands longing to touch you&lt;br /&gt;But I can barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;Starry eyes that make me melt&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;I even get lost in this song&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;That is where I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This music's irresistible&lt;br /&gt;Your voice makes my skin crawl&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and pure I guess you heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Inaccessible&lt;br /&gt;Will this ever change&lt;br /&gt;One thing that remains the same&lt;br /&gt;You're still a picture in a frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;I even get lost in this song&lt;br /&gt;And when the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;That is where I'll be found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1832154663344503333?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1832154663344503333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1832154663344503333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1832154663344503333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1832154663344503333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/Sb0-fo3FedI/AAAAAAAAAIY/72dFaoDWQbQ/s72-c/69215272_pfp9hutV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-6048514102116793582</id><published>2009-03-13T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:48:09.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*hmmmmm*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SbodLxTwu9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LbPNmo1lDQs/s1600-h/chipotle_burrito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312590798488910802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SbodLxTwu9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LbPNmo1lDQs/s320/chipotle_burrito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what would i not give to walk down warren st. over to chipotle and have a burrito and a corona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know i can get corona here but alot of my friends decided to give stuff up for lent - and i decided to give up beer. i know - what the f*^k was i thinking!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-6048514102116793582?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6048514102116793582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=6048514102116793582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6048514102116793582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6048514102116793582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmmmm.html' title='*hmmmmm*'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SbodLxTwu9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LbPNmo1lDQs/s72-c/chipotle_burrito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-8727071373530213944</id><published>2009-02-07T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:33:49.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a gazzillion laughs and quite a few drinks later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that sometimes you need people in your life that you can sit and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SY3QZerQvdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/O6QNRfN-m0g/s1600-h/100_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300121472634764754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SY3QZerQvdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/O6QNRfN-m0g/s200/100_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;laugh with. About anything. About people, funny college stories and maybe even yourself. These need not be life long friends that you sit and speak to for hours together and have heart to hearts to confess all your ambitions and fears. They just need to be people you can hang out with, have fun, and not care.&lt;br /&gt;I made quite a few at work.&lt;br /&gt;One of them being - Alastair (aka Allibean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alli to me is just someone I can go have a gazillion drinks with and be mental and not be judged because he doesn't judge. He doesn't care what people think and he says it straight out - he can be a very mean person.&lt;br /&gt;I had a few friends meet him and they didn't quite get him. They thought he was obnoxiously rude. I however, love him to bits. I could be crying about something one minute and he will come along and give me a sensible talk to get me to stop because he doesn't believe in crying and then just make me laugh till my tummy hurts. In crazy Dubai, you need people like this. Real people. Anyway, he is moving back to the UK on Tuesday. To say I am sad would be an absolute understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SY3PYO7L8NI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MFyPFLto1K8/s1600-h/100_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300120351715094738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SY3PYO7L8NI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MFyPFLto1K8/s200/100_1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Allibean, if you are reading any of this - don't take it to your head.I don't mean any of this.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fill blog space. And I know you told Nicole and I not to, but after a couple of drinks, I will cry on Sunday night at your leaving drinks thing.&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. It sucks when people leave. But what can you say? I left some awesome people in the states and I felt terrible about it. Cried a little. But when it came down to it, I figured that sometimes, actually most of the times, there is nothing you can do. So we need to thank God you met them to begin with, and then laugh at everything crazy you have done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SY3TRYKcDHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/maEihgBhUl0/s1600-h/100_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300124631982410866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SY3TRYKcDHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/maEihgBhUl0/s200/100_1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you bean for the funnest Chi trip ever. And yes, it was a total fun time yesterday evening bar the brief moments of drama. I will really miss having someone being that ridiculously mean to me all the time. Even when I'm nice.&lt;/span&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/3873976735441069450-8727071373530213944?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8727071373530213944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=8727071373530213944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8727071373530213944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/8727071373530213944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/gazzillion-laughs-and-quite-few-drinks.html' title='a gazzillion laughs and quite a few drinks later...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SY3QZerQvdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/O6QNRfN-m0g/s72-c/100_1533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-4543878769205092076</id><published>2009-02-02T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:00:49.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh-a-lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SYf5Mql0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/73k90wBCtvM/s1600-h/dostana-still3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298477482611327810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SYf5Mql0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/73k90wBCtvM/s320/dostana-still3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i have been a little blue lately.&lt;br /&gt;just stuff going on.&lt;br /&gt;and i have also been super bored which makes me feel bluer (if that's a word).&lt;br /&gt;and to solve the problem, boo decided he should find a quick, easy way to make me laugh and make me not so bored and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;so the darling of a boo bought me Dostana.&lt;br /&gt;and before i say anything else - no, i had not seen it before...i know, i know. everything you are saying, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, stayed up watching it last night and couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it is one i can watch over and over again hence, good movie to own! and it sorta motivated me to loose weight again because piggy chops looked nothing short of a Goddess. and which girl would NOT want to look like that huh?&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, laughing does help and takes your worries of everything.&lt;br /&gt;for everyone who has not seen the movie - and i bet there isn't a living person who likes bollywood who hasn't - watch it. and please don't think too much. it is just one of those awesome, colorful, bollywood movies where the best part about the movie is, you really do not have to think. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-4543878769205092076?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4543878769205092076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=4543878769205092076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4543878769205092076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4543878769205092076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/laugh-lot.html' title='laugh-a-lot.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SYf5Mql0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/73k90wBCtvM/s72-c/dostana-still3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-7776686464401848287</id><published>2009-02-02T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:45:35.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another visitor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SYbAZXMRbOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MjESL-qNkww/s1600-h/Photo0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298133553602718946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SYbAZXMRbOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MjESL-qNkww/s320/Photo0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got to spend a whole day with T. A whole day = 13 hours.&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adinat&lt;/span&gt;, had some coffee and food at dome. Then walked about, spoke about home decoration and the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went over to the Park &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hayat&lt;/span&gt; for a drink. And God knows how pretty it is out there. Anyway, we spoke again about home decoration and the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;After which - we went to watch Luck by Chance. It was a good movie but just really slow.&lt;br /&gt;And after having Andy scream at 4 Filipino movie attendants by accident, we dropped her off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sharjah&lt;/span&gt; and got home.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; home sick again. As in Minnesota home sick.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, its great to keep having visitors from there. Reminds me that I do want to go back some day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-7776686464401848287?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7776686464401848287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=7776686464401848287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7776686464401848287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7776686464401848287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-visitor.html' title='another visitor...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SYbAZXMRbOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MjESL-qNkww/s72-c/Photo0168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-7281868520021746948</id><published>2009-01-28T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:35:20.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SYFba6GarWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2-PALPh99go/s1600-h/direction2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296615154595310946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SYFba6GarWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2-PALPh99go/s320/direction2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i have come to a point of 'good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;riddance&lt;/span&gt; to bad rubbish'.&lt;br /&gt;but now that all the motivational speeches are over - what now?&lt;br /&gt;there is a clear crossroad i have come up to yet again. where do i go from here? what is going to be better for me? yet another bloody crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;and my conclusion based on this situation is that in the grown up world - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all that there are. crossroads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-7281868520021746948?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7281868520021746948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=7281868520021746948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7281868520021746948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7281868520021746948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-now.html' title='what now?'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SYFba6GarWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2-PALPh99go/s72-c/direction2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1978271380265703036</id><published>2009-01-24T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:01:56.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions...finally...</title><content type='html'>so we thought that it had been a long while since just us four girls went out and did something and enjoyed some girl time. so we decided we would go watch bride wars - which was funny enough but the ending was super cheesy, and drink some coffee. there we were, drinking our lattes, mocha's and cappuccinos when i decided that all of us needed to make resolutions this year. and monitor our progress. and that's when we made new year resolutions. 2 each. given that we had not planned to make any they might not seem like all that but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXtdB9a0QfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KOLhI__W6lA/s1600-h/Trip+to+Europe+08+436.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXtiPH7UndI/AAAAAAAAAHA/l9M1fiwsf0E/s1600-h/n48909854_43748283_3704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933798869573074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXtiPH7UndI/AAAAAAAAAHA/l9M1fiwsf0E/s320/n48909854_43748283_3704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nadia Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special trait:&lt;/u&gt; her laugh. you can spot her from a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resolutions:&lt;/u&gt; 1- Absolutely no smoking. not even a drag. (bless you!) 2- going to try and find someone she can actually settle down with. no more fooling around. (you go girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nancy D'Souza&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXteOup094I/AAAAAAAAAGo/wG-Ayv2G3Kk/s1600-h/DSCN3807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294929394038798210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXteOup094I/AAAAAAAAAGo/wG-Ayv2G3Kk/s320/DSCN3807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special trait:&lt;/u&gt; its a trick to figure out if she is actually interested in what you are talking about due to the 'lack of interest expression'. it takes years to figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resolutions:&lt;/u&gt; 1- get one more tattoo. (ouch!) 2- get scuba certified. (awesome one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXtjx9yaXTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/G40XrjCws8E/s1600-h/100_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294935496954895666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXtjx9yaXTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/G40XrjCws8E/s320/100_1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disha Jani&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special trait:&lt;/u&gt; if looks could kill...and i mean this both ways. she is stunning and she can give you 'the look'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resolutions:&lt;/u&gt; 1- loose weight (she doesn't need to but OH WELL) 2- start reading. (because we keep buying her books -NICE ONES! and she doesn't get through them!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namrata Kamath&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXthykiN-pI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UYkfGHtUJ4o/s1600-h/n63907264_35150309_6404%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294933308332702354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXthykiN-pI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UYkfGHtUJ4o/s320/n63907264_35150309_6404%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special trait:&lt;/u&gt; she can talk. i can talk. about ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resolutions:&lt;/u&gt; 1- loose weight (only i really need to) 2- stop crying about it and sort out my career. (time is passing way too fast. i need to figure it out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it. let's see how we do - wish us luck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/3873976735441069450-1978271380265703036?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1978271380265703036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1978271380265703036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1978271380265703036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1978271380265703036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutionsfinally.html' title='resolutions...finally...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXtiPH7UndI/AAAAAAAAAHA/l9M1fiwsf0E/s72-c/n48909854_43748283_3704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-7158095512522835908</id><published>2009-01-20T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:36:10.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doom and gloom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXXu63ccF-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yIthFbuYpAU/s1600-h/464580721_e30d19b0c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293399632126941154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXXu63ccF-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yIthFbuYpAU/s320/464580721_e30d19b0c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "He found that there was nothing so awful as being in the service of a family you couldn't be proud of, that let you down, showed you up, and made you into a fool." - the inheritance of loss, kiran desai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ages ago, somewhere at sometime, somebody told me that there is nothing worse than working at a job you don't enjoy. this is when i was younger and i didn't have any ambition or goals. i would wonder why people who leave their jobs and sit at home with no pay and live off their savings for months together. it drove me insane. and then i finally came to the conclusion that they were insane.&lt;br /&gt;but now that opinion has changed. because now i understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i landed in dubai a year and a half ago, i decided where i wanted to be career wise, how much i wanted to earn and how i was going to get there. everything was going according to plan until about 2 months ago. i loved me job. up until two months ago, i loved my job.&lt;br /&gt;these days, i hate my job. hate is a strong word but i assure you it is aptly used here.&lt;br /&gt;management has changed, goals have changed, and the morale of the team has definitely changed. it is just about depressive going up to my desk and switching on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i am so upset about work, makes me a right ass to be around most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;i understand now, there is nothing worse than working at a job you don't enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets even worse when you have to stick it out due to commitments. it gets even worse when you leave work feeling useless and know that work wise you have not even tapped into 10% potential. it gets even worse when you are more or less threatened with redundancy. it gets even worse when that threat comes in a very nice, sugar coating, 'i am saying this because i care about you' way. basically gets even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to look at the positive side. i know from everything i have said earlier, you are thinking - 'yea right', but i have come up with a few things that are positive-ish.&lt;br /&gt;i now know what the difference is between a good manager, a bad manager and an excellent manager. i now have learnt the importance of open communication within an organization and within a team. i now know for a fact, that the more you try and show your team who's boss, the less faith they have in you. however, if you just be the boss, guide them, teach them, put your ass on the line for them, communicate and most importantly have a transparent work environment, then you are a more effective boss. a boss that is missed gone. a boss that can make his or her team touch the flippin moon. i have also learnt that you can never buy into the gloss that a recruitment executive puts forth to you to join a company. take this last bit of advice from one. if you are any good at recruiting, you are bloody good at making a normal job the dream job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 5 para's later, what exactly is the conclusion of this rant of a blog entry? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXXvD1N6wsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/w0d7fBi2yC0/s1600-h/464580721_e30d19b0c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293399786147988162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXXvD1N6wsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/w0d7fBi2yC0/s320/464580721_e30d19b0c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;that if work sucks, you are a miserable mo-fo and that if you are a hypocritical, credit taking, order shouting s.o.a.b who cannot tell their ass from their shoulder, you shouldn't be in-charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now - INHALE and EXHALE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-7158095512522835908?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7158095512522835908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=7158095512522835908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7158095512522835908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7158095512522835908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/doom-and-gloom.html' title='doom and gloom.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXXu63ccF-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yIthFbuYpAU/s72-c/464580721_e30d19b0c0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-7406602171260200303</id><published>2009-01-18T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:01:51.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and another year old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXNEOVpL3qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/n12bWk1IxgQ/s1600-h/CakeCandles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292649000209211042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXNEOVpL3qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/n12bWk1IxgQ/s320/CakeCandles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;which makes me 24. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whopdi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this birthday, it has NOT felt like a birthday at all. which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and personally, i think i am to blame. i think i might want to just sit out this one and not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hopefully next year, it shall be a happier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later cats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-7406602171260200303?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7406602171260200303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=7406602171260200303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7406602171260200303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7406602171260200303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-another-year-old.html' title='and another year old...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SXNEOVpL3qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/n12bWk1IxgQ/s72-c/CakeCandles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-6621447318107752210</id><published>2009-01-14T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:26:22.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when God closes one door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SW4tu9_EIkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MoX4_xk35R4/s1600-h/open%2520door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291216897143218754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SW4tu9_EIkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MoX4_xk35R4/s320/open%2520door.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he opens another. and another. and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know a lot of people don't believe that God does this. i also know that a lot of people don't believe in God - but then again, that is a totally different story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you see it happen. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best example is with people. when your family decides they want to be weird, God sends in awesome friends to help you through anything. out of those, when a few friends decide they hate you, God sends in a new and much stronger platoon. well, at least this is how it has worked for tons of people i know and maybe even myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as the above has happened, here is hoping it happens for every little aspect of life. all of it. for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, everyone-ish.&lt;br /&gt;there are some people in this world, i really just don't care about.&lt;br /&gt;yes. it is a horrible thing to say. bite me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-6621447318107752210?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6621447318107752210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=6621447318107752210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6621447318107752210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6621447318107752210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-god-closes-one-door.html' title='when God closes one door...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SW4tu9_EIkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MoX4_xk35R4/s72-c/open%2520door.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-4656862550651420111</id><published>2009-01-11T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:40:05.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>realization.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SWo8MpaZwDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XcgAippxVyE/s1600-h/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290106900272758834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SWo8MpaZwDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XcgAippxVyE/s320/107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a new year. and with each year that passes you realize that you should be getting older and wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realized that i am now old enough to make the decision about the relationship i want to have with different people. i also realize that everything can not be perfect - if it were, it wouldn't be life. i realize that sometimes we are selfish and we look at things from only our point of view - if it is something that makes us sad, we cry and if it is something that is happy we laugh. i realize that we do not really look to see if we are hurting the person in front of us by laughing or crying at that point. i realize that we shouldn't always care - sometimes maybe but not always. i realize that just setting a goal is easy but working on it is a pain in the butt. i realize that someone who could mean the whole world to you - could be nothing but an asshole to someone else and vice versa. i realize that saving money is so important it is unbelievable. having said that, i realize that the most difficult thing to do in this world is save money. i realize that people who say 'love your body the way it is and embrace your curves' are usually very skinny famous people who have the best food, fitness trainers and medical facilities to themselves. i realize that loosing weight should be something that makes you happy and will actually make you feel better about yourself - you do not need to do it for anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize now that i do not want the page three lifestyle that everybody assumed and pictured &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SWo8wjaggQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nTE7qaEzLpY/s1600-h/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290107517137879298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SWo8wjaggQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/nTE7qaEzLpY/s320/107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me living once i am married. i realize that i was the one who lead them to believe that because i believed it myself. i realize that everything you are is driven by your religious and cultural beliefs. i have realized that those people who try to give you lectures about living a content life and about how hard work will pay off and it is easy to sit and make random decisions about your life act upon them without thinking them through properly are usually those who have heavy bank accounts and have not had to work for anything in thier life. i have realized that i actaully pity those who have grown up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realization. once you know what you actually know, you can make your resolutions as to what you would like to change. having said that i bet my resolutions will have nothing to do with what i have realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy 2009 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-4656862550651420111?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4656862550651420111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=4656862550651420111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4656862550651420111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/4656862550651420111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/realization.html' title='realization.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SWo8MpaZwDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XcgAippxVyE/s72-c/107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-5798802770462255574</id><published>2008-12-25T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:25:58.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SVPPrs2cBvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ouviDSZpgZI/s1600-h/snow_intro431.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283795137516537586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SVPPrs2cBvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ouviDSZpgZI/s320/snow_intro431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so another christmas in this part of the world. where is really doesnt feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;i was at work christmas day. but then again - i really can not explain how much i do NOT want to talk about work. so i wont.&lt;br /&gt;but i really miss the states this time of the year. because i really think - snow makes it christmas. and i miss that. its not even cold here yet!&lt;br /&gt;anyway. on a brighter note - im going to be celebrating boxing day with a whole bunch of welsh people tomorrow. my first ever boxing day celebration. i dont even know why they have a boxing day. i think its another reason to forget about all your worries and drink! and i think that is what i am going to do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway - merry christmas everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-5798802770462255574?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5798802770462255574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=5798802770462255574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5798802770462255574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5798802770462255574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='the holidays...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SVPPrs2cBvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ouviDSZpgZI/s72-c/snow_intro431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1895318440823973204</id><published>2008-12-11T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:59:34.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its getting harder and harder to breathe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SUIK-W7I7QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vAUNJ3DNg-g/s1600-h/maroon%25205.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278793779653438722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SUIK-W7I7QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vAUNJ3DNg-g/s320/maroon%25205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO. this wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;we (as in nancy, nadia and i) went to watch Maroon 5 do their thing.&lt;br /&gt;they kicked some major behind.&lt;br /&gt;the sound was so good. adam was so good - easy on the eyes and awesome voice. i always thought i would get a little sick of his voice. but i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;played all the good songs ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;the best one was wicked games into she will be loved. nobody saw that comming. awesome. would i go for another one of their concerts?&lt;br /&gt;hell yea :)&lt;br /&gt;eventful year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1895318440823973204?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1895318440823973204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1895318440823973204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1895318440823973204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1895318440823973204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-getting-harder-and-harder-to.html' title='its getting harder and harder to breathe...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SUIK-W7I7QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vAUNJ3DNg-g/s72-c/maroon%25205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-7155927442296341281</id><published>2008-12-09T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:04:17.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing a song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/ST5scwkpsiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KMyQikqbyag/s1600-h/Guitar_by_sha2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277775054655566370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/ST5scwkpsiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KMyQikqbyag/s320/Guitar_by_sha2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been meaning to get the guitar out and start playing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have been meaning to do tons of things - be a lot better about training because I have 10k to run in a month, try out funky hairstyles because my hair can be so blah, finish the training module I am creating for work, put a picture album up on facebook (a first ever), get Christmas presents sorted out and watch Dostana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done nothing. I don't know why exactly I am being so much of a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to get that guitar out and start playing again. There are two songs I want to learn - both Hindi. I don't think I am or ever will be ready to write my own songs - just covers. Or as someone told me they are not covers, but are 'interpretations'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Point being - I'm lazy, but I will get that guitar out - soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-7155927442296341281?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7155927442296341281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=7155927442296341281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7155927442296341281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/7155927442296341281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/sing-song.html' title='sing a song...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/ST5scwkpsiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KMyQikqbyag/s72-c/Guitar_by_sha2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3678706763149726394</id><published>2008-11-17T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:11:30.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SSFeai3ctzI/AAAAAAAAADg/UxNF-IpN1WA/s1600-h/strength.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269596849129174834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SSFeai3ctzI/AAAAAAAAADg/UxNF-IpN1WA/s320/strength.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;i whined the whole of yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the whole day. the whole 17 hours i was awake.&lt;br /&gt;and for the 7 hours i was asleep, i was actually tossing and turning, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;about work.&lt;br /&gt;and how things are not quite going perfect. not my job wise (i still love the job - its what i want to do.) but 'outcomes' wise. there are things i have to do that i really dont want to. nobody would want to. even the person who has made the decision would not want to. but it has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, alot has to be done by me and the team. not by the person making the decision or not by the people sitting out of my glass office but &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;. it is terrible and can make you loose sleep. hence the tossing and turning for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that is when i hear nancy say 'cut off from work nammu - you have to or you will go crazy' and andrew say 'one word - &lt;strong&gt;DETACH&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is going to be new policy. both of the above. and i recommend this to any person in this world who is in hr or internal recruitment or is seeking a career in the same. bad news is a part of the job. if you are in hr and recruitment - alot of people are going to hate you. people who have been working there for years, people who have just joined the company and people who are yet to join. all you have to do is be strong. and stay strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and detach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3678706763149726394?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3678706763149726394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3678706763149726394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3678706763149726394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3678706763149726394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-strong.html' title='be strong.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SSFeai3ctzI/AAAAAAAAADg/UxNF-IpN1WA/s72-c/strength.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-6952025799577581803</id><published>2008-11-09T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:25:28.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRfetE1EyHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PGJdBC7cCdI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266923155204917362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRfetE1EyHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PGJdBC7cCdI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this occurrence can suck. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big time.&lt;/span&gt; it happens; and no force in the world can stop it from happening. you are forced to pop out of that bubble (i used to call happy food place. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to all those of you judging me - i love food. and snubble - with suche. but i dont know if that counts given that its our grown up happy place!&lt;/span&gt;) and wake up and smell the coffee - because now, you are officially old enough to drink coffee, and other good stuff. you get out of the phase of not caring about what you are wearing to skinny jeans and peek-a-boo shoes - nice satin ones. and speaking of shoes - you own tons. because now, you are earning your own money, and its ok for you to spend it on whatever you want. like shoes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you can own 40 pairs like i do - i know. its terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;moving on.&lt;/span&gt; you grow up. you get a job and you know if you really like it or not. you know who your friends are, get closer to your sister and you want to get closer to your parents. so you might decide that you want to tell them everything. well everything-ish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there are things you should keep quite about for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRfb6q0c9CI/AAAAAAAAACw/I20JhLIWQGA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266920090206270498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRfb6q0c9CI/AAAAAAAAACw/I20JhLIWQGA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;now. for those of you who are not indian, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please understand this, as i know it is going to be difficult for you to 'get' this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(boo, one being you)&lt;/span&gt; - most of us indian girls, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; tell parents about boyfriends right away. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because it is stupid&lt;/span&gt;. unless you are a 100% sure of which direction things are going in, you do not tell them, &lt;u&gt;because all indian parents think about after that is marriage and how your kids are going to look&lt;/u&gt;. i know - kids? already? yes, already - because they want to see thier grandkids before they ' go the house of God' or however it is they phrase the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; i wanted to step out of that. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im 23.&lt;/span&gt; i want to be in that place where i can tell my parents everything-ish and it not be such a flippin big deal. i want them to know im going out with someone so that every time i am going out - i dont have to lie about it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because im 23. not 13 - but 23.&lt;/span&gt; so i thought i would surprise my parents, strap on a pair, and tell them. i have a boyfriend. and NO. we are not planning to get married tomorrow, but i dont want to lie to them and hide shit because in the heart of things, that is even more stupid than telling them. this &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be it - wedding bells in a couple of years or it could be a big mistake and i would move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRfbELAxzHI/AAAAAAAAACo/lWalxmh2psg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266919153955097714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRfbELAxzHI/AAAAAAAAACo/lWalxmh2psg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was either waiting for them to flip out and go on about how he is not indian and hindu or give me grief about marrying the man right away.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;they surprised me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so - in conclusion. i feel good. and happy. and grown up. i still think growing up sucks - given that it makes you come out of happy food place, but there definitely are perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;did i tell you about the new shoes silver and black shoes i bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3873976735441069450-6952025799577581803?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6952025799577581803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=6952025799577581803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6952025799577581803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/6952025799577581803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRfetE1EyHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PGJdBC7cCdI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-9064150625060507194</id><published>2008-11-09T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:13:33.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there is so much i would like to blog about in regards to the trip. i know i planned to write this whole detailed entry about EVERYTHING - and i mean everything. bit i really cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because as it turns out - this trip was a bit of an eye opener which is awesome. i loved it. it made me realize so much about myself. alot of what i was questioning - i found answers.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;i realized i miss my parents when they are not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;when i was at the flower market, all i thought about was mom and how that would be her definition of heaven. and how evenever i heard a street side musician or a outdoor cafe playing local music, i thought of dad. and how he would immediately think of a hindi song that sounds just like it - and sing it. right there and then. and constantly poke you till you acknowledge the singing.&lt;br /&gt;i know i complain sometimes, about living with them, and how that can be difficult because there is no 100% freedom. but deep down inside i have realized, that really shouldnt be such a big deal. and its not. all you have to do is be honest with them.&lt;br /&gt;- i&lt;u&gt; realized i want to give my sister one of her big long hugs&lt;/u&gt; - that i usually cringe away from. and get one of her disgustingly, sloppy kisses. europe just had her name written all over it for me. i remember when she went to europe, she couldnt stop talking about the 'cobbled streets'. initially, i liked listening about it. but then, it got so bloody old - i wanted her to stop talking about it. but now i understand. because i cant stop talking about them.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;i realized just how much love my friends&lt;/u&gt;. they are my lifeline. i was scared that we were going to get on each others nerves after spending so much time togehter. we probably did. but at the end of the day - we all knew, deep down inside, we wouldnt have gone on this trip with any other people. well - other than disha. she really should have been there. nancy's sleepy face, nadia's laugh and disha's blunt responses to everything - i really, truly, could not live without all that.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;andrew&lt;/u&gt;. i missed him. more than i planned. did that scare me? sure. but thats what made recieveing the phone calls and text messages even better. its nice to know for sure what you are really feeling for someone - and that they care in return.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;i realized that sachin had a part to play in me going on this trip to begin with.&lt;/u&gt; (your turn to go "awww" su-che). because he was one of the first people i told about this trip. and he was the first people who said 'find a way and go. you HAVE to go'.&lt;br /&gt;there was no sarcastic 'yea right - we will see when it happens' or negativity. but just a 'you have to go'. thanks su-che.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;i now know, that i dont want to stay in dubai forever.&lt;/u&gt; or even for very long. just the next couple of years. there is nothing cultural or artsy fartsy to do here at all. no local music scene, no dancers on the street, no art, no history. just people who want to go, listen to dj and dance (getting drunk in teh process). however, it is a good place to make some money. i mean, lets face the facts. if i was in the states, i would never have been able to afford the car i have, or take this trip. materialistic i know- but sataisfying! this is going to help me plan better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days out of dubai. 8 days of good food, good beer, an occasional joint and immense amouts of fun and i realized so much. so all i have to say is i miss it. only 8 days and i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRbaRIRYG_I/AAAAAAAAACA/O-LhAmecSFk/s1600-h/100_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266636802069371890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRbaRIRYG_I/AAAAAAAAACA/O-LhAmecSFk/s320/100_0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRbaRIRYG_I/AAAAAAAAACA/O-LhAmecSFk/s1600-h/100_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the billion cycles in amsterdam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRba7DkKdAI/AAAAAAAAACI/6eOEIEUp27Q/s1600-h/100_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRbcFYRyYeI/AAAAAAAAACY/wEIkUvAHWPw/s1600-h/100_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266638799230886370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRbcFYRyYeI/AAAAAAAAACY/wEIkUvAHWPw/s320/100_1067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the 'cobbled' streets of brussels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRba7DkKdAI/AAAAAAAAACI/6eOEIEUp27Q/s1600-h/100_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRbbRlRcvXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7DP67lLrzfE/s1600-h/100_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266637909365931378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRbbRlRcvXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7DP67lLrzfE/s320/100_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the gloomy, pretty, numbered trees and parks of berlin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i miss it all.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(tathastu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/3873976735441069450-9064150625060507194?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9064150625060507194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=9064150625060507194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/9064150625060507194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/9064150625060507194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/trip.html' title='the trip'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SRbaRIRYG_I/AAAAAAAAACA/O-LhAmecSFk/s72-c/100_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3487985892899771599</id><published>2008-10-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:43:54.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im on my way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQiSl3f7hhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0iZ_33mz71s/s1600-h/europeraynal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262617343833114130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQiSl3f7hhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0iZ_33mz71s/s320/europeraynal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;the day has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;well - night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will update when I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyage me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3487985892899771599?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3487985892899771599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3487985892899771599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3487985892899771599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3487985892899771599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-on-my-way.html' title='im on my way...'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQiSl3f7hhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0iZ_33mz71s/s72-c/europeraynal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-3729936848660228154</id><published>2008-10-28T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:34:57.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy diwali.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQcizZxOrGI/AAAAAAAAABw/f0OBP45vehQ/s1600-h/diwali_lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262212956091755618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQcizZxOrGI/AAAAAAAAABw/f0OBP45vehQ/s320/diwali_lamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Laxmi Ma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless everyone with a happy, peaceful and blingful new year. Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(take care of me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-3729936848660228154?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3729936848660228154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=3729936848660228154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3729936848660228154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/3729936848660228154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-diwali.html' title='happy diwali.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQcizZxOrGI/AAAAAAAAABw/f0OBP45vehQ/s72-c/diwali_lamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-5416810860592132330</id><published>2008-10-24T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T05:56:44.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pack-pack-pack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQHA4QTW26I/AAAAAAAAABY/QSMdyrb9bUM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260697912426814370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQHA4QTW26I/AAAAAAAAABY/QSMdyrb9bUM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really need to get packing. because there is only today and tomorrow left of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;and then its the week. and work is going to be mental - i will be handing over because Wednesday is my last day before the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know - the trip to Europe. the one me and my girls have been planning since the 11th grade. I'm sorry. i cant help smile when i think about it. that its actually happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i might be in Abu Dhabi all of Wednesday doing a few interviews so that's going to be busy and i have to be at the airport later Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is Diwali - no need for explanations there. its important and its busy.&lt;br /&gt;which leaves Sunday and Monday - for handover.&lt;br /&gt;when then leaves today and tomorrow for packing. i haven't even started. i don't know what i have - what i want to take. nothing. i do know that i need a nice pair of flat shoes though. because all i have are my flat grey boo boots (too much of a long story to explain this one). and i cant have the same shoes on in all 3000 pictures we are going to take can i? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to focus. i have to pack. I'm going to get my chill out music playlist, put it on repeat and start packing away! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQHFRwcRT_I/AAAAAAAAABg/Sc3zkYlJY7w/s1600-h/PlaylistPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260702748597374962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQHFRwcRT_I/AAAAAAAAABg/Sc3zkYlJY7w/s320/PlaylistPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*playlist*&lt;br /&gt;thinking about you - &lt;strong&gt;Norah Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;battle - &lt;strong&gt;Colbie Caillat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paperweight - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua Radin &amp;amp; Schuyler Fisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;slow dancing in a burning room - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wreck of the day - &lt;strong&gt;Anna Nalick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she - &lt;strong&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace is gone - &lt;strong&gt;Dave Matthews Band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end playlist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-5416810860592132330?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5416810860592132330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=5416810860592132330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5416810860592132330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/5416810860592132330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/pack-pack-pack.html' title='pack-pack-pack!'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/SQHA4QTW26I/AAAAAAAAABY/QSMdyrb9bUM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873976735441069450.post-1264748912530592619</id><published>2008-10-20T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:23:31.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why move now? after being on xanga for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no deep reason really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just that the internet service provider makes it very difficult to use xanga - as some of the content on there is against the cultural and religious beliefs of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. well - anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very random thought - so i thought, why not give it a shot. if this doesn't work well for me either, ill just move back to xanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yay - happy blogspot day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3873976735441069450-1264748912530592619?l=chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1264748912530592619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873976735441069450&amp;postID=1264748912530592619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1264748912530592619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873976735441069450/posts/default/1264748912530592619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatechip-pancakes.blogspot.com/2008/10/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>Namrata.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05620848318869274321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AtCfqv3lbPI/TDKnzglJ1zI/AAAAAAAAARo/QhyP_ybTRSY/S220/GEDC0037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
