<?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-36172289</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:16:15.894+05:30</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Shoe Fetish'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Just Me'/><category term='Flirting'/><category term='Whinnings'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Guwahati'/><category term='Oh Life'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Eccentrics'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Rains'/><category term='Resolves'/><category term='People'/><category term='Feeling This'/><category term='Reactions'/><category term='Flower Power'/><category term='Eating out'/><category term='University'/><category term='It&apos;s just a little CRUSH'/><category term='Phases'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Unusual Stuff'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Moods'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Irksome Behaviour'/><category term='Retropection'/><category term='TV Shows'/><category term='Uff'/><category term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>Whinings, rantings, squeals...just me and more of me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8349376405110464473</id><published>2008-07-12T13:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:20:02.809+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Far Away</title><content type='html'>Nickelback's Far Away - best antidote to further miss someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing the best friend :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8349376405110464473?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8349376405110464473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8349376405110464473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8349376405110464473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8349376405110464473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/07/far-away.html' title='Far Away'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-9093109184872407231</id><published>2008-07-05T12:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:45:08.039+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Back, at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The toughness and heartlessness of the human heart can take one by surprise. Even when pain and abject poverty stands in front of us we can still push it to oblivion. Is one capable of selfless caring for the other person or does it stem as long as it is for the self? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was on my way back home from work the other day and a handicapped person came to beg for some alms and all I did was shut my eyes and go back to sleep. Why did I do that? I thought I did it coz I didn't want to encourage beggary or was it because I didn't get affected by the wretchedness of that beggar. Have I become that hard hearted? I don't know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the brighter side, i'm back online and back to blogging. The past two months have been filled with too many things to do - exams, joining back work, missing the best friend, making my place a more livable place, calling TATA Broadband customer service for my net services (!) and watching movies. What have you guys been upto? Hoping alls been well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catch ya soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-9093109184872407231?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/9093109184872407231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=9093109184872407231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/9093109184872407231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/9093109184872407231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-at-last.html' title='Back, at last'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4679140149571340934</id><published>2008-04-16T19:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:34:44.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eccentrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Bloggie, here I am.</title><content type='html'>Hey Bloggie, I'm back. I have neglected you for long, haven't I? Oh well, you'd beta get used to it. I'm so uninspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what have I been busy with lately? Honestly? Nothing, except for spending a lot of time with friends, attending a wedding and going for a trip from work. (That reminds me I must Blog abt the trip some time soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about this wedding I attended - it was like a blast from the past. It was a family friend cum ex teacher's daughter's wedding. I met so many teachers after more than 8 years. A long time indeed. Time takes it toll on everyone. I thought many had aged and some teachers told me I had put on weight (**I have to loose some weight**). It was nice to meet these teachers and have them speak to you like an adult. There was no more that teacher-student equation or awkwardness. I was dressed in my traditional attire, which is the Mekhela Sador and I thought I looked gorgeous. But guess what the Best Friend had to say? You'll never guess :-/ He said I looked Goddess Saraswati. What?!! That was my reaction as well with jaws dropped ofcourse. I am supposed to take it as a compliment. I didn't know whether to complain or shake my head in dispair. Anyway most of you will see some of these pics in my Facebook account and you can decide for yourselves if I indeed looked like the said Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more weird idiosyncrasies of the Best Friend because of whom life seems to be a happier place- I was showing him my latest purchases from a shopping trip and this is what he had to say abt one of them. "This is a very long skirt." I had to explain that it wasn't a long skirt but an off shoulder dress. LOL! Sounds cute, doesn't he? He is :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-4679140149571340934?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4679140149571340934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4679140149571340934&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4679140149571340934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4679140149571340934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-here-i-am.html' title='Bloggie, here I am.'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7158800316770699736</id><published>2008-03-15T20:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:45:07.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Weekend bum is me</title><content type='html'>Ironical. Here's what my Orkut profile says for today's fortune - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our first and last love is...self-love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;True but when does the mind realise that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend's here and I'm totally exhausted with work n college. Guess what I've got hold of to de-stress? Nah, not a hot bod guy ;-) (I could crave for that though). I picked up 2 MB's (Mills n Boons) from a friend. Have never read them (I did read Barbara Catland though. Oh well.) and today I'm in this mood to read through some trashy romance tomes and tell myself how silly can people as well as love be. Argh. Will Blog about how I feel after reading them! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents were in town last week and I ofcourse had to make the most of this oppourtunity! I went shopping. Lol. I picked up loads of summer wear. Going to work in different and new attire everyday is sure fun. I can't wait to go drinking in my new sexy top as well! (I could sing, "Where's the next whiskey bar?" right now :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be an offsite from work to the hills soon but I'm still not decided about going. Couple of my friends aren't going and a couple more are. I have the impending exams as well. Hmmmm...I'm so not decided. As in, I know I shouldn't be going what with the exams but **sheepish smile** I want to have some fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my summer plans of drinking and having fun before hitting the books fulltime have been squashed. The Best Friend won't be around here. He'll be busy interning back home! :'( There goes my beer-drinking-sessions-in-the-afternoon dreams! Sob. Any suggestions of how to manage minus the Best Friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to read my "books".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7158800316770699736?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7158800316770699736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7158800316770699736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7158800316770699736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7158800316770699736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/03/ironical.html' title='Weekend bum is me'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5505284042693307959</id><published>2008-03-09T10:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:47:12.037+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Unbelievable...</title><content type='html'>It's unbelievable as well as scarey - the heights of moronic and psychotic behaviour I could push myself to do just so to piss someone off.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the shrink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-5505284042693307959?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5505284042693307959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5505284042693307959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5505284042693307959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5505284042693307959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/03/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6341855410930836166</id><published>2008-03-01T06:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-01T06:57:50.327+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retropection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>When things change for the better one wonders how one managed without them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;One could only be thankful for them now :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I hate change of any form. &lt;em&gt;This &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a positive sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6341855410930836166?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6341855410930836166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6341855410930836166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6341855410930836166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6341855410930836166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8739694963155390499</id><published>2008-02-25T16:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:00:59.155+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Feeling good with flowers</title><content type='html'>Up close and personal! (Have a closer look and check out the bees).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R8KoGHN1GhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/RTApuhw-KzI/s1600-h/Up+Close+n+Personal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170880145144486418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R8KoGHN1GhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/RTApuhw-KzI/s200/Up+Close+n+Personal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As morbid as it is but I wonder whose dead body would this wreath shroud over. Brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R8KnqXN1GgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Q9LnIPvc5WA/s1600-h/09022008025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170879668403116546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R8KnqXN1GgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Q9LnIPvc5WA/s200/09022008025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Valentine flowers which I got a week later. The wait was worth it :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R8KnNnN1GfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/AQx7lxruDdU/s1600-h/21022008068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170879174481877490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R8KnNnN1GfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/AQx7lxruDdU/s200/21022008068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/36172289-8739694963155390499?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8739694963155390499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8739694963155390499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8739694963155390499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8739694963155390499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeling-good-with-flowers.html' title='Feeling good with flowers'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R8KoGHN1GhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/RTApuhw-KzI/s72-c/Up+Close+n+Personal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6697082355754069935</id><published>2008-02-18T00:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:00:52.778+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Mood swings and me...</title><content type='html'>It's funny how some things affect us in more ways than we'd ever admit to even ourselves. And realising that admittance is not necessarily defeat. (As if we didn't know this since eons?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6697082355754069935?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6697082355754069935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6697082355754069935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6697082355754069935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6697082355754069935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/02/mood-swings-and-me.html' title='Mood swings and me...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-538207293405843925</id><published>2008-02-07T01:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:44:38.529+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><title type='text'>Urges</title><content type='html'>Why do I feel the urge to Blog about my irritations, anger and frustrations?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-538207293405843925?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/538207293405843925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=538207293405843925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/538207293405843925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/538207293405843925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/02/urges.html' title='Urges'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6795046756256541330</id><published>2008-02-03T11:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-03T11:19:40.737+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Moody me</title><content type='html'>Quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Making Up.&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Disillusions.&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point? Give it up. Move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6795046756256541330?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6795046756256541330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6795046756256541330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6795046756256541330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6795046756256541330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/02/moody-me.html' title='Moody me'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-148245461485070484</id><published>2008-01-30T10:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:59:40.100+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Commemorating Lizzie</title><content type='html'>Death doesn't seem to have taken away the fresh memories of Lizzie. It's been a year today since she's no more but I feel she is alive and gone for a while. This what I'd written about her a year ago &lt;a href="http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/missing.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/01/lizzie.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising that somethng as grand as death can't take away what we as humans can hold on to, memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-148245461485070484?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/148245461485070484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=148245461485070484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/148245461485070484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/148245461485070484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/01/commemorating-lizzie.html' title='Commemorating Lizzie'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-2615440092436998377</id><published>2008-01-28T09:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:57:16.033+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Irony...</title><content type='html'>...is getting approval from everybody else but from the one whose you've been waiting for all your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wait continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-2615440092436998377?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2615440092436998377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=2615440092436998377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2615440092436998377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2615440092436998377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/01/irony.html' title='Irony...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8386085191692557532</id><published>2008-01-25T06:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:55:22.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's just so hard&lt;br /&gt;to realise that&lt;br /&gt;what you might want&lt;br /&gt;so much may not&lt;br /&gt;be right for you.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad&lt;br /&gt;you want it,&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that&lt;br /&gt;you tired.&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable,&lt;br /&gt;hitting rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;which plunges you&lt;br /&gt;back to another abyss.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just love&lt;br /&gt;isn't enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8386085191692557532?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8386085191692557532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8386085191692557532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8386085191692557532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8386085191692557532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/01/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3603803249053607441</id><published>2008-01-21T04:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T04:58:48.367+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retropection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><title type='text'>Fluidity</title><content type='html'>Fluidity of thought&lt;br /&gt;Over time&lt;br /&gt;Things seen and done&lt;br /&gt;People cherished and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Not forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness and healing&lt;br /&gt;Redemption and peace&lt;br /&gt;More fluidity of thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-3603803249053607441?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3603803249053607441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3603803249053607441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3603803249053607441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3603803249053607441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2008/01/fluidity.html' title='Fluidity'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8943022811421263507</id><published>2007-12-16T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:54:20.065+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><title type='text'>Warmth</title><content type='html'>Warmth of a winter sun on my bare skin.&lt;br /&gt;Warmth of a voice over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Warmth of a hug by a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Warmth of a smile when I feel so alone in the middle of a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Warmth of a just snuggled blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Warmth of a hot chocolate milk mug against my numb fingers.&lt;br /&gt;So comforting,&lt;br /&gt;Heart warming, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its silly really, for feeling so sentimental. Almost foolish coz I'm missing your presence even though we were together less than 24 hrs ago. Its not like we meet everyday but I'm feeling so insecure coz it seems like my saftey point is gone. Though, your just a phone call away. So very silly but I'm still smiling and feeling lonely without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8943022811421263507?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8943022811421263507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8943022811421263507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8943022811421263507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8943022811421263507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/12/warmth.html' title='Warmth'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-1482253696261593366</id><published>2007-12-12T17:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:00:59.808+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas is here</title><content type='html'>Yes people, CHRISTMAS is here!!! Lemme hear the YAY loud and clear! YAY!!! The time of year filled with just singing carols, eating and merry making is here. Who would ever complain? (Apart from Mr. Scrooge?) I saw my first Christmas Tree for the season at my cousin's place. Check it out. Its been done up so well by the two kids and some supervision by my Aunt:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1_U6Mm7d6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/wqUq35eoUYo/s1600-h/Xmas+-+Dwijiri+n+Orga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143063395762403234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1_U6Mm7d6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/wqUq35eoUYo/s200/Xmas+-+Dwijiri+n+Orga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the Older Coz, acting very very retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1_Umsm7d5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/f42z_MB8Nsc/s1600-h/141020071024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143063060754954130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1_Umsm7d5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/f42z_MB8Nsc/s200/141020071024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Younger Coz who went totally hysterical taking these funny pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1_UN8m7d4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Q-f3wUPfrws/s1600-h/141020071023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143062635553191810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1_UN8m7d4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Q-f3wUPfrws/s200/141020071023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Babies normally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1_UE8m7d3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/fcfaS3wA56g/s1600-h/Babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143062480934369138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1_UE8m7d3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/fcfaS3wA56g/s200/Babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It could only be these two and their weird histrionics that makes any dull day brighter! Another thing, seeing these two bugs I have vowed not to have kids for a long, long time :-)&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/36172289-1482253696261593366?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1482253696261593366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=1482253696261593366&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1482253696261593366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1482253696261593366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-here.html' title='Christmas is here'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1_U6Mm7d6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/wqUq35eoUYo/s72-c/Xmas+-+Dwijiri+n+Orga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-321222079040768291</id><published>2007-12-10T03:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T03:11:18.679+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Chances are...</title><content type='html'>One song that gives me some goosebumps every time I listen to it...makes me think of...someone...who I'm not even sure feels like the way I do...someone who'd probably get a heart attack if he got to know how I felt for him...LOL! More about that later...listen to the song and tell me how you guys find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are you'll find me &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on your road tonight &lt;br /&gt;Seems I always end up driving by &lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've known you &lt;br /&gt;It just seems you're on my way &lt;br /&gt;All the rules of logic don't apply &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to see you in the night &lt;br /&gt;Be with you 'til morning light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly how you looked &lt;br /&gt;The night we met &lt;br /&gt;I recall your laughter and your smile &lt;br /&gt;I remember how you made me &lt;br /&gt;Feel so at ease &lt;br /&gt;I remember all your grace, your style &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're all I long to see &lt;br /&gt;You've come to mean so much to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll see you &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my dreams tonight &lt;br /&gt;You'll be smiling like the night we met &lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll hold you and I'll offer &lt;br /&gt;All I have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I can't forget &lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best, I've ever met &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be dreaming of the future &lt;br /&gt;And hoping you'll be by my side &lt;br /&gt;And in the morning I'll be longing &lt;br /&gt;For the night, for the night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll see you &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my dreams tonight &lt;br /&gt;You'll be smiling like the night we met &lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll hold you and I'll offer &lt;br /&gt;All I have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I can't forget &lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/ab3f2206-02e2-4eaf-bfb1-deedb8cf0d20&amp;theName=Robert Downey Jr &amp; 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Like some stuff which probably is spoken only between very close friends and next thing you know, someone you hardly know asks you the same without even batting an eyelid? Yes, thats exactly what happened to me the other day. And to top it all, that person was one of my best friend's niece which technically makes me her Aunt as well though she is a IIIrd year College kid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is a snippet of the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Niece: The last time I met you with my Aunt you guys were talking about some weird boy friend of yours. (Note: &lt;em&gt;This meeting was like 2 yrs ago)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;(Smiling) &lt;/em&gt;: Yup, the weird one is history now.&lt;br /&gt;Niece: So did you date anyone after that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup, someone who eventually broke my heart and I have been happily single for more than a year. &lt;em&gt;(With a satisfied smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niece (&lt;em&gt;With a look of awe)&lt;/em&gt;: Wow. And sex?!&lt;br /&gt;Me (&lt;em&gt;With jaws dropped)&lt;/em&gt;: What about sex?&lt;br /&gt;Niece: So how do you manage without it?&lt;br /&gt;Me (&lt;em&gt;I was about to pass out with the shock)&lt;/em&gt;: It has never been an option!&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I can only have a good laugh now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life doesn't seem to stop with her surprises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7148432983581785513?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7148432983581785513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7148432983581785513&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7148432983581785513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7148432983581785513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/12/recent-conversation.html' title='A recent conversation'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8013497127905350887</id><published>2007-12-05T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:00.034+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoe Fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whinnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Winters  arrived</title><content type='html'>Winters are here...the cold is here and I'm so not happy. If there is one season I dislike, it has to be the Winters! Delhi winters even more. The constant cold numbing my fingers, ears and nose for two months, argh! I can't for the love of god imagine how do people manage living in places with snow for most of the year?! (Like &lt;a href="http://seventeentomatoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ricky&lt;/a&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the Blowers been brought down and so have the Winter clothes including mufflers, gloves and caps. I have started wearing socks all day long and I can't even manage sleeping at night without my gloves on. For all this inconvenience I had to go shopping (Ofcourse) :-D Anyway picked up a pair of cool pair of Converse for everyday wear. As you can see below, I'm posing with them!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1asjzx0GbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nF4wlTBK2pw/s1600-h/301120071136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140485755884542386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1asjzx0GbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nF4wlTBK2pw/s200/301120071136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad refused to blow up $150 for a pair of Boots from abroad so I had to make do (not that I had any other choice) with one purchased from South Ext. I loooove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1ar3zx0GaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tM-ZebZB9fw/s1600-h/191120071125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140484999970298274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1ar3zx0GaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tM-ZebZB9fw/s200/191120071125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How are you guys preparing for the Winters? (I know Ricky's busy Winter shopping as well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for now, have to get back to the books and the warm Blanket. Take care people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8013497127905350887?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8013497127905350887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8013497127905350887&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8013497127905350887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8013497127905350887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/12/winters-arrived.html' title='Winters  arrived'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1asjzx0GbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nF4wlTBK2pw/s72-c/301120071136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-965095771367009656</id><published>2007-12-01T14:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:00.209+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retropection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s just a little CRUSH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><title type='text'>Retrospection</title><content type='html'>After all the frenzy over Prison Break I &amp;amp; II and the "delectable" Michael Scoffield, I've realised&lt;br /&gt;had it not been for his glamourised role he'd have been just another normal (not drool worthy) looking person. There goes one of my crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138924969064143250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1EhCDx0GZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2WJBE8Sw3Q0/s320/prisonbreak_wentworth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-965095771367009656?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/965095771367009656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=965095771367009656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/965095771367009656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/965095771367009656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/12/retrospection.html' title='Retrospection'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R1EhCDx0GZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2WJBE8Sw3Q0/s72-c/prisonbreak_wentworth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6557606124722281248</id><published>2007-11-28T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:00.369+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>One year of Blogging</title><content type='html'>The Blog's first birthday came and went by without any event. I guess I didn't write about it only because I was too busy with work and College. Oh well, Belated Happy 1st Birtjday to my Blog! :-D&lt;br /&gt;It's been one eventful year in the Blog apart from some dormant phases. This is where I have given vent about almost everything that gets my goat. From an unpleasant breakup to my cooking experiments to travelling and photographs, this is where it's recorded. I thought I was addicted to Blogging but with the present scenario of no time at all, I'd like to think I'm addicted to Blogging! The best part about Blogging is how I am to have made some very good Blog pals - &lt;a href="http://saadialbum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mehak&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://saadialbum.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://seventeentomatoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ricky&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://seventeentomatoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://lalitsingh99.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lalit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These guys aren't only my Blog pals but Orkut, Facebook as well as phone pals! They have been there just a phone call away - even to answer if earthworms had 13 or 15 hearts(LOL). This is probably the rare occasion I might admit but I love the fact I'm friends with you guys! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Here's to more Blogging and eventful friendships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R01mlCJ6CdI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uDUgV1b92ls/s1600-h/calvin_hobbes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137875536319220178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R01mlCJ6CdI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uDUgV1b92ls/s200/calvin_hobbes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, how does one add a hyper link? I tried but it doesn't show! Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6557606124722281248?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6557606124722281248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6557606124722281248&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6557606124722281248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6557606124722281248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-year-of-blogging.html' title='One year of Blogging'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R01mlCJ6CdI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uDUgV1b92ls/s72-c/calvin_hobbes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-771186856403126512</id><published>2007-11-27T16:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:00.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>No more birthday blues!</title><content type='html'>Oh well, so much for making another birthday such a big deal. I'm alright now. Ok with the fact that I'm 24! I didn't quite plan out anything for the "day". The best friend and some of my neighbours were there to celebrate by cutting a cake and some food. Nice and simple. I also got gifts from the most unexpected places which was kinda sweet! :) Have uploaded some pics of the birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers from Pete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R0v7WyJ6CbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_nCWumb7JNM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R0v7WyJ6CbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_nCWumb7JNM/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137476168785201586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers from Bachchu and Ronmi: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R0v6tSJ6CaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fxQJZtUfDrA/s1600-h/27092007964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R0v6tSJ6CaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fxQJZtUfDrA/s200/27092007964.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137475455820630434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YUM bday cake from Bachchu and Ronmi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R0v6RiJ6CZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yayiATMWRSk/s1600-h/27092007968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R0v6RiJ6CZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/yayiATMWRSk/s200/27092007968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137474979079260562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good birthday and a new year with some fun stuff in store!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-771186856403126512?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/771186856403126512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=771186856403126512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/771186856403126512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/771186856403126512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-birthday-blues.html' title='No more birthday blues!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/R0v7WyJ6CbI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_nCWumb7JNM/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-2981921228242248349</id><published>2007-09-25T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:30:30.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whinnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irksome Behaviour'/><title type='text'>Withdrawal Symptoms</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking what I missed the most from my last relationship and oddly, I missed the comfortable silences. The silence which I thought spoke volumes. I miss the moment when I could just snuggle and feel safe and warm. I haven't felt that in months. But why am I feeling like this now? Why am I letting myself think of the past which is so obviously irrevocable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past one week I have been dreading the coming days. I have a good reason, I'm going to become older by another year. Not something pleasant to look forward to. Until I was 21 I loved all my birthdays, particularly the gifts and party with friends. But now its like a date which only makes me older and none the more wiser. Its like now I'm racing with time to make something out of life. For the past 2 years its been the same; I sulk and shy away from my close friends and company. Last year one of my closest friends had to force herself to my place and wish me. This year too I'd love to run away to be with myself but I have College to attend. Thankfully I have taken leave from work for that day. I think the Best Friend wants to do something for my birthday but I have forewarned him of my plans. Lets see what happens this time around :-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As frustrating as it is to my friends and me I still want to be alone this time too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to James Blunt's "You're Beautiful" and hating him for bringing a rush of bittersweet memories :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-2981921228242248349?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2981921228242248349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=2981921228242248349&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2981921228242248349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2981921228242248349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/09/withdrawal-symptoms.html' title='Withdrawal Symptoms'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7098852272164593273</id><published>2007-09-24T03:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T04:24:50.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whinnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uff'/><title type='text'>Musical Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I have always associated music with memories. There are some songs that I love listening to and would love to listen to all the time so that I remember the good times I had with my friends but I usually don't. I know, totally contradictory. Listening to them only makes me sad and depressed! I particularly don't listen to music that reminds me of my last days in Army School. It makes me miss my school, friends, care-free days, parents and Guwahati. Its very irritating when I get to listen to old songs when I'm out because I consciously try to stay away from them. Songs like Salaam Namaste's "My dil goes Hmmmm" reminds me of Pete and funny times with him or Westlife's "Coast to Coast" and my first boyfriend and our first date! :-D I was "busy" cleaning my Music folder this weekend and came across some songs I listened to more than 2 years ago. I generally stop myself from listening to these because more often than not, I end up shedding some tears and sighing alone. Not a good experience :( Anyway, I listened to some of those songs today and so many memories and emotions came at the same time - a smile, a lump of emotion in my throat and a tear as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish some things, people and time didn't become memories. Even as everyday becomes tomorrow's memories I still dispair and wish time could be frozen and relived again and again. Wishful thinking at its height...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where the people filling up my memories are now? If they're as happy as they seemed years ago? Wonder if they ever think back of those times and if its with a smile and a longing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7098852272164593273?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7098852272164593273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7098852272164593273&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7098852272164593273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7098852272164593273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/09/musical-nostalgia.html' title='Musical Nostalgia'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-294827008595720463</id><published>2007-09-23T04:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:50:06.101+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><title type='text'>Brighter, Bolder, Bettyer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qqb9uZFcBtE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qqb9uZFcBtE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Betty: Season II starts September, 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cyber Thief in me can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-294827008595720463?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/294827008595720463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=294827008595720463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/294827008595720463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/294827008595720463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/09/brighter-bolder-betteyer.html' title='Brighter, Bolder, Bettyer!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-248162774886523811</id><published>2007-09-19T13:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:00:33.362+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whinnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unusual Stuff'/><title type='text'>A look alike? Freaky!</title><content type='html'>I have something so freaky to write about today...Ok, on second thoughts, its not so freaky...but...anyway here it is...College is fun...attending classes, hanging around etc. But I haven't actually gone out of my way to make new friends in my Class. Thats the way I am...I hate making an effort for anything. The friends I made in the first few days are the ones I'm comfortable with. But then today everyone from Class were together and I suddenly saw this chap frm Class in a new light/angle(!) He resembles my ex 8-O Even his expressions and the way he walks (in a nonchalant way). No, it isn't my imagination. Its just weird. I'm wondering what I'd do to the look alike if I walked into class tipsy...What do you guys think? ;) I was thinking more in the lines of a kick or a punch! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the week coming along people? Just 2 more days and the weekend's here. Payday? 11 more days. I can count the days in my fingers now! Yay! Yes, I live for Paydays! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-248162774886523811?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/248162774886523811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=248162774886523811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/248162774886523811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/248162774886523811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-alike-freaky.html' title='A look alike? Freaky!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6212073030591700975</id><published>2007-09-13T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:00.935+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irksome Behaviour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flirting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eccentrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uff'/><title type='text'>Connected once again!</title><content type='html'>Much to my chagrin my net connection was down for the past 6 days. Had to check my mails either at work or the net cafes. I hated using both. My vivid imagination would make me wonder if the last person who used the comp had clean hands or not or wonder what kinda weird stuff had he touched! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my dearest friend's birthday yesterday even though we didn't plan to celebrate it together on the same day. But luckily I got off work early and we made it on time to give the last order at this late night restaurant. We made do with a dark chocolate with orange desert as the cake and a  drink hot chocolate. Made a rucous singing him the Happy Birthday song. Fun :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting or attempts made by men to flirt with me makes me smile and shake my head and think that all men are so similar. Its the same routine work - smile, look at the other person surreptiously, make a sarcastic comment and try to sound intelligent...Sigh...Yawn...But its time I moved on and now I'm game ;-)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109758065601643394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RumB41Rfg4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/NgEqZQ8faiU/s320/Calvin+Flirt+editted.gif" border="0" /&gt;Take care people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6212073030591700975?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6212073030591700975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6212073030591700975&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6212073030591700975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6212073030591700975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/09/connected-once-again.html' title='Connected once again!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RumB41Rfg4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/NgEqZQ8faiU/s72-c/Calvin+Flirt+editted.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4610380922259346948</id><published>2007-09-12T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:05:49.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes...</title><content type='html'>Nupur,&lt;br /&gt;You and Me&lt;br /&gt;Cheese and Chalk&lt;br /&gt;Bhija Mekuri and Bengi&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and Tears&lt;br /&gt;Best friend and Worst critique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to one of the bestest things that could happen to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love n hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-4610380922259346948?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4610380922259346948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4610380922259346948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4610380922259346948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4610380922259346948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4352462354937309021</id><published>2007-09-04T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:01.202+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unusual Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uff'/><title type='text'>Unusal Visitor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rtziypn9OBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1yA3eFY0wJE/s1600-h/24072007806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106205437326080018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rtziypn9OBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1yA3eFY0wJE/s320/24072007806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this Lizard across my bathroom window some days ago. Talk about being a smart snooper. I never thought I was scared of them until I saw this one. Now I am. You cant blame me for that. (I just noticed the window looks really dirty. Let me reassure you, its dirty from the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; side and not &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;side!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have had another very irritating visitor, pigeons. They continuously build their nest in the ventilator in the bathroom. Despite keeping the ventilator covered from &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; side I still get bits of their nest most mornings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start of another week of Work &amp;amp; College...Argh...At the start of every week I keep comforting myself with the weekend and when the weekend eventually comes, it just zips by before I can spell WEEKEND! :'( Last weekend I was nursing my hangover :-/ not a good experience. I also dropped my phone into a bucket of water! 8-O I can't even think of telling the parents. Dad could/would kill me. The phone by the way, went dead but thankfully the Best Friend could revive it back with some brains and an effective hair dryer the next day. Thank God for the Best Friend and the Hair Dryer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How'd your weekend go people? Have a good week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-4352462354937309021?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4352462354937309021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4352462354937309021&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4352462354937309021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4352462354937309021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/09/unusal-visitor.html' title='Unusal Visitor...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rtziypn9OBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1yA3eFY0wJE/s72-c/24072007806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3928196024835381796</id><published>2007-08-30T08:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:36:53.432+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uff'/><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>Oops I did it again! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you woken up the next morning regretting having done the dumbest things the other night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats how dumb I feel now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-3928196024835381796?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3928196024835381796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3928196024835381796&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3928196024835381796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3928196024835381796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/08/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8274000752829808490</id><published>2007-08-27T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:01.323+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whinnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Another time, some place else? No way!</title><content type='html'>A start of another week with a holiday in between! What more can I ask? :-D&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have just passed by with so many things happening-work, college, people. I feel like I'm in a constant Whirlpool! But then again, its only once we're young and working our asses off! I should stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy days rather, gloating days are here for me. Why? I had gone out Jeans shopping last weekend with some amount of trepidition. I was worried that I'd have to ask the sales person to give me a waist size 30" :-O But, then guess what? I fit into a size 28" quite fine. That, despite the paunch which makes me look very pregnant, is an achievement! YAY, to me &amp; low waist jeans! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's something that I came across when I'd gone out for dinner the day.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RtKAPZn9OAI/AAAAAAAAATs/6I3WSgtTTaA/s1600-h/28072007811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103282329829062658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RtKAPZn9OAI/AAAAAAAAATs/6I3WSgtTTaA/s320/28072007811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On that note, take care people. Have fun receiving rakhi's and gifts (!) tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8274000752829808490?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8274000752829808490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8274000752829808490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8274000752829808490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8274000752829808490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-place-some-place-else-no-way.html' title='Another time, some place else? No way!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RtKAPZn9OAI/AAAAAAAAATs/6I3WSgtTTaA/s72-c/28072007811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5397984130884705387</id><published>2007-08-14T05:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:01.491+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoe Fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whinnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irksome Behaviour'/><title type='text'>Another to the collection</title><content type='html'>The other day I was out looking for new pair of Kohlapuris when I tried these on. They didn't look too bad and I wonder why I was never taken into them when they first hit the market some 3 yrs ago? Maybe coz every body seemed to be in one! Anyway, I'm very happy with my purchase...Hang on, theres better to come...it cost me only Rs 110...now that, my dear friends, is a Steal! :-D And the ghoongroo makes me feel so pseudo feminine (in the nice way.)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RsDrGP7DsCI/AAAAAAAAATk/iziMYH29vgc/s1600-h/06082007836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098333270769381410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RsDrGP7DsCI/AAAAAAAAATk/iziMYH29vgc/s320/06082007836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, heres to a start of another hectic week where I hardly get to sleep, all thanks to me talking some really "wise" decisions. But I guess I'd have to stick to them for sometime. Adding on to my sleepless problem is one of my very good friend, whom I consider my "buddy buddy" friend who decides to talk abt the "relationship" we are having and abt him and me and where the relationship is going. Thankfully a phone call from the Best Friend saved the embarrassing moment! Its so discomforting now...where we would only msg for work or dumb forwards, he msgs me, asking me how my day is going all the time and so many other weird stuff that "buddy buddy" friends never do. Argh...its so weird and irritating. Simply coz I don't want to spoil what we have and I am so not ready for a relationship...Yeah, yeah, I'm the quintessential anti man! :-I Lets see what happens next. Keep me in your prayers people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep and then classes...take care and have a good week! Oh, and its a holiday on Wednesday...Yippieeee! What plans? No prizes for guessing what I'd be doing - I'll be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-5397984130884705387?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5397984130884705387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5397984130884705387&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5397984130884705387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5397984130884705387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-to-collection.html' title='Another to the collection'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RsDrGP7DsCI/AAAAAAAAATk/iziMYH29vgc/s72-c/06082007836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6661739581266285948</id><published>2007-08-02T19:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:13:38.882+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Back after a hiatus</title><content type='html'>Thats right. Im back after a long hiatus. I stopped opening my Blog page or even visiting/commenting in the Blogs I regularly visit. I know it seems very selfish on my part when I have some of my Blog friends have been so consistently encouraging me to Blog etc. Thanks guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes in the Univ have started. Quite like it to be back listening to lectures. Still have to get to know people around though. The ones I know are, um, ok. One of them was very impressed that the Professor used a word like "SCANDALOUS." What? Yeah, that was my reaction as well. According to this guy people have stopped using such "good" words and they can now only be found in Literature. I was wondering if I would like to be bitchy and mean and make an ass of him or just be not bothered? I let him off. I know, I can be kind "sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;One of the professors in the other hand, persistently uses Hinglish. I do feel bad for the foreign classmates who look so lost when he cracks a funny joke in Hindi.&lt;br /&gt;Guess im going to take some time getting used to being a student once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime last week my favourite(st) teacher who's also become a friend asked me about the 'sullen young man' she had met last year. I told him he was history and was she glad. So am I. Yes, I am getting on and much happier now and ofcourse, grateful with what I have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off late I have become addicted to Ugly Betty and That 70's Show. Have been downloading them from the Net :-D Boy, am I pleased with my collection! What are you guys watching on TV? Anything good that I can download? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6661739581266285948?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6661739581266285948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6661739581266285948&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6661739581266285948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6661739581266285948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-after-hiatus.html' title='Back after a hiatus'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-2202913410827394674</id><published>2007-07-09T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:01.621+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Bhutta, anybody?</title><content type='html'>Bhutta's are here but where are the rains along with them? They make a great combo, don't they?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084895297571240194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RpEtVQvJuQI/AAAAAAAAATc/fteEjU8cJyk/s320/19062007350-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Experimenting by adding my name in the picture. I want to believe that people would like my pictures enough to copy them or else, they're vella! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't Blogger allowing me to put a title to this post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-2202913410827394674?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2202913410827394674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=2202913410827394674&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2202913410827394674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2202913410827394674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/07/bhuttas-are-here-but-where-are-rains.html' title='Bhutta, anybody?'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RpEtVQvJuQI/AAAAAAAAATc/fteEjU8cJyk/s72-c/19062007350-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3082633755583260000</id><published>2007-07-01T05:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T05:28:39.900+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>Can't sleep thanks to some very bad sleeping habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monsoons should be here tomorrow according to the Met. Dept. Lets see. Despite my love for the monsoons I still have some complaints against this weather.&lt;br /&gt;For one, I perpetually have bad hair days everyday. How? My hair is forever frizzy! Getting it in place is a marathon task which is accomplished by using huge dollops of Hair Gel.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that I have been trying to finish washing all my dirty laundry which has been piling up for a very "long" time (not worth mentioning since I'd only scandalise some of you :-D) Does anyone know how to get ride of the smell that comes from the not so dried clothes?! I totally hate it but can't get ride of them in this weather. Pls do not say that I should use a clothes drier (Like Ricky!). I am the washing machine and the erratic sun the drier.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't wear my favourite suits/churidars since the muck gets all over them!&lt;br /&gt;Grumble, grumble...I'm so glad the heat is going to be history. It was absolute joy to get caught in the rain last Thursday! Not just once, but twice (I never said experience makes me wiser!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway off to try to sleep again. Good night people. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-3082633755583260000?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3082633755583260000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3082633755583260000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3082633755583260000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3082633755583260000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-sleep.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7083135266588014695</id><published>2007-06-29T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:01.786+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>Birthday wishes...</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to dearest Ronmi! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RoVNRwvJuOI/AAAAAAAAATI/hqRm4RdiF0o/s1600-h/calvin1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081552722093258978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RoVNRwvJuOI/AAAAAAAAATI/hqRm4RdiF0o/s320/calvin1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's to you, life and our friendship. Yeah, 6 years is a long time-of fun, friendship n sacrifies. Its been a long time since our boring free periods at Amry School, monday tests, studying on the phone, getting into DU, hostel life together, window shopping when we're broke, Friends at Hudson Lines and my pointed shoes! Remember the times we got drunk and debated whether 3/4th or 1/4 was more? (All that while the rain poured over us in a shady lane of Outram Lines?) The hours spent together, fights and heart breaks havent just made us both wiser but also brought us closer. I owe you so many thank yous - for just being the shoulder to cry upon, whine just before an exam and facilitate clandestine meetings for me so many yrs ago (!) LOl. What would I do without you screaming at me to get a grip n start studying? Or to forget the jackasses in my life? Or your attempts at rectifying my so called fashion faux pas? Or to still believe in myself and be able to overcome any hurdle. It could also be only you I could probably admit all my follies, fantacies ;) and insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these 6 years dont seem like 6 years at all. They feel like a life time. I feel I have known all my life. Here's to us and growning older and still comforting and encouraging each other with our (mis)trials in losing some weight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you and your dreams, beliefs and smile. May you have the best years of life coming with more laughter, happiness and sunshine. Love, M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Hey where did we go, days when the rains came?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Down in the hollow, playin' a new game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laughing and a running hey, hey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Skipping and jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the misty morning fog with our hearts thumpin' and you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My brown eyed girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You, my brown eyed girl&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Billy Joel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/36172289-7083135266588014695?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7083135266588014695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7083135266588014695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7083135266588014695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7083135266588014695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday-wishes_29.html' title='Birthday wishes...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RoVNRwvJuOI/AAAAAAAAATI/hqRm4RdiF0o/s72-c/calvin1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5240906390172617463</id><published>2007-06-28T02:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:01.879+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling This'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Bored to death...</title><content type='html'>well...nearly. I should be doing some important reading right now...but what the heck, I have always been the last minute person...yet to pay for that...maybe its this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored...ok I said that before...what can I do to get a life? Hmmm...no, I can't arbitly ask my neighbour to start performing for me...I can't listen to music all day long either. Sleep? I do that most of the time. Eat? My extra large figure says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I so lazy? Its not like I don't do stuff. I was out of town last week, partied some days ago. That reminds me, I wore heels after all most 2 months and I couldnt walk for 2 days! My feet were so sore! Anyway, im digressing. yeah, what do I do? I was treated by a friend to a sumptuous breakfast a few days ago...I go out for cold coffee almost everyday...I have friends visiting me...but its still so boring...I get online and see the same people, um...friends actually...and I get so tempted to just erase them all from my contact list...but for what reason? I don't know. This is so weird. I would have never dreamt to have felt like this but here I am, saying it out loud. I sure hope something happens soon...Do I sound selfish and unsatisfied? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;1st...best friend.&lt;br /&gt;2nd...pychopathic.&lt;br /&gt;3rd...heart breaker and bastard.&lt;br /&gt;4th...I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I saw when I was out on a walk the other day:&lt;br /&gt;Float away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RoLSSAvJuNI/AAAAAAAAATA/PA4rKwfg2B0/s1600-h/another+one.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080854536504588498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RoLSSAvJuNI/AAAAAAAAATA/PA4rKwfg2B0/s320/another+one.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; escapism...elusion...recoil...evade...runway...forget...erase...obliterate...whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disc playing Sulk by Radiohead right now: You bite through the big wall, the big wall bites back. You just sit there and sulk, sit there and bawl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How Apt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-5240906390172617463?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5240906390172617463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5240906390172617463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5240906390172617463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5240906390172617463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/06/bored-to-deatth.html' title='Bored to death...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RoLSSAvJuNI/AAAAAAAAATA/PA4rKwfg2B0/s72-c/another+one.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6471044629859061697</id><published>2007-06-15T18:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:02.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eccentrics'/><title type='text'>Its raining, people!</title><content type='html'>Was it the pre monsoon showers or what but it rained today. Going out should be a pleasure now. Have suffered enough by being told by the folks and friends back home of the continuous showers there! Yippieeeeee! :-D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnKTOTybV6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zO3jN5D9njY/s1600-h/15062007299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076281604039202722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnKTOTybV6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zO3jN5D9njY/s320/15062007299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More rains to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnKS6zybV5I/AAAAAAAAASw/ZqO1DSgzLFQ/s1600-h/15062007307-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076281269031753618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnKS6zybV5I/AAAAAAAAASw/ZqO1DSgzLFQ/s320/15062007307-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What I do best-corner a guy and force him to buy me flowers! :) This time it was my neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnKSlzybV4I/AAAAAAAAASo/_8ctjwy1amc/s1600-h/15062007319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076280908254500738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnKSlzybV4I/AAAAAAAAASo/_8ctjwy1amc/s320/15062007319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Taken with the cam of my phone. I think the pics are awesome. I dont even miss carrying my digi cam.)&lt;br /&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/36172289-6471044629859061697?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6471044629859061697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6471044629859061697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6471044629859061697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6471044629859061697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-raining-people.html' title='Its raining, people!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnKTOTybV6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zO3jN5D9njY/s72-c/15062007299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5681209525616621655</id><published>2007-06-14T21:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:02.773+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>In the summer time...</title><content type='html'>What is it with Levis and trying to sell nightie like dress cum tees? They're only perfect to wear in the winter for that snug feeling. I'd find them too much for even the summers. The market near my place is filled with the latest fashion and sadly, everyone who wants to be someone, will be in those latest designs. So one can find loads of prototypes around the University, so much so that it does get suffocating! Lets see how many wear these nightie thingies by next week.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnFoFjybV3I/AAAAAAAAASg/WW0hEIG_wGg/s1600-h/14062007296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075952699738642290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnFoFjybV3I/AAAAAAAAASg/WW0hEIG_wGg/s320/14062007296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway the summers still here. Well, except for some wind in the evenings which does provide some much needed respite. I'm constantly gulping down loads of juices, shakes and cold coffees and good old H2O :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnFnkDybV2I/AAAAAAAAASY/1lUvClD8iEU/s1600-h/Mango+Shake!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075952124213024610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnFnkDybV2I/AAAAAAAAASY/1lUvClD8iEU/s320/Mango+Shake!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-5681209525616621655?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5681209525616621655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5681209525616621655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5681209525616621655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5681209525616621655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-summer-time.html' title='In the summer time...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RnFoFjybV3I/AAAAAAAAASg/WW0hEIG_wGg/s72-c/14062007296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3275315440374489045</id><published>2007-06-08T03:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:02.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guwahati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whinnings'/><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>Wish I could drift away on one of these...The heat is killing and all I can do is whine about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RmiH8zybV1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/0bzQf0YgAHU/s1600-h/DSC02522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073454458996479826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RmiH8zybV1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/0bzQf0YgAHU/s320/DSC02522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Place: Gobardhan, Guwahati&lt;br /&gt;January, 2007&lt;br /&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/36172289-3275315440374489045?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3275315440374489045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3275315440374489045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3275315440374489045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3275315440374489045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RmiH8zybV1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/0bzQf0YgAHU/s72-c/DSC02522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-1463580904287764117</id><published>2007-06-05T05:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T05:50:14.228+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Get working people!</title><content type='html'>The new 7 wonders of the world is coming out on 07/07/2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how abt voting for the Taj Mahal? Would take about the same time as reading somebody else's scrapbook (actually, much lesser!) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new7wonders.com"&gt;www.new7wonders.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-1463580904287764117?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1463580904287764117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=1463580904287764117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1463580904287764117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1463580904287764117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/06/get-working-people.html' title='Get working people!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3231955412663686647</id><published>2007-06-01T09:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:03.734+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes...</title><content type='html'>for a fellow blogger and friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEHAK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(crackers bursting and trumpets rolling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-oCCHNM5I/AAAAAAAAASI/Vybb9s1mWCI/s1600-h/Happy+birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070956458322768786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-oCCHNM5I/AAAAAAAAASI/Vybb9s1mWCI/s320/Happy+birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wishes from some of us :-D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;T (!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mehak...she is fragrance of my life. Didnt even realise that its been more than two years since we got married... and we have enjoyed every day togeather...!! Writing this, I go back in the memory lane...our days trying to set up the house together...the cribbings about bangalore traffic and autowalahs (not that they have stopped now...)...riding the bike around the city...setting up houses time and again from one place to other....lots of smiles and some fights... Though I have to follow many strict rules from the master of the house, i just love being a brat in front of her :):)...and yes.. she has transformed to a great cook...(though she is too modest and critical of herself to admit that ;) ) I am glad that we are a couple!!!...wishing her a wonderful birthday and joyful years to come...(Well...that also means wonderful years for me ;-) )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-jVSHNM3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/SdzZInH2Akc/s1600-h/Happy+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070951291477111666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-jVSHNM3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/SdzZInH2Akc/s320/Happy+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's Ricky (!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mehakooo - I don't know what to say about her. She is a fighter...errr...she fights with me all the time. Right now she is chatting with me talking about blogging or rather not-blogging...lol. On a serious note, she is my first and best friend in the blog-world. We may not be blogging but always keep in touch with blogs one way or another. I cannot wait to meet her on my trip to India and fight in person :-P&lt;br /&gt;This is her third birthday since I know her but it feels like we have been friends all our lives. My only wish is that she always be the way she is and all her dreams come true (ok these were two wishes but thoda adjust toh chalta hain).&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to the most beautiful person inside out. (Bas main thak gaya taarif kar kar ke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-icCHNM2I/AAAAAAAAARw/iGkeuthStfo/s1600-h/Happy+Birthday+doggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070950307929600866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-icCHNM2I/AAAAAAAAARw/iGkeuthStfo/s320/Happy+Birthday+doggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me (!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What can I say about a Blog friend who's also become a good friend whom I can call anytime and have a chat with? What can I say about this friend who's always reminding me to be studying? Who threatens to spill it all to my parents someday soon? Who's always concerned about your welbeing? Well...a PAIN...but a good one...! And I wouldn't want to trade you for anything else in the world (Well, except for Wentworth Miller, JOKING!) Here's wishing a great birthday that'll be filled with loads of chocolates and flowers...And the entire new year filled with love, fun and peace. These pictures are from use but the real and tangible gifts is T's responsibility! (Haha, passing the buck now.) (PS-transformation to a good cook is good news for some of us!) :-p Have fun! *hugs*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-heSHNM1I/AAAAAAAAARo/0lFNsKncbDU/s1600-h/Happy+birthday+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070949247072678738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-heSHNM1I/AAAAAAAAARo/0lFNsKncbDU/s320/Happy+birthday+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some more flowers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-g2iHNM0I/AAAAAAAAARg/pLLmbhOzgjU/s1600-h/28052007027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070948564172878658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-g2iHNM0I/AAAAAAAAARg/pLLmbhOzgjU/s320/28052007027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken with my new phone. (Not bad, huh?)&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/36172289-3231955412663686647?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3231955412663686647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3231955412663686647&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3231955412663686647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3231955412663686647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rl-oCCHNM5I/AAAAAAAAASI/Vybb9s1mWCI/s72-c/Happy+birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6701624551956434337</id><published>2007-05-22T22:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:03.958+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whinnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><title type='text'>Its all about phases, my friend.</title><content type='html'>*Loads happening at the moment, from subsidary exams to entrances. And they arent going great. I studied an entire night for a subsidary only to reach the exam centre and be told that the Univ didnt send the paper. I'll know when the exam will happen next week. Fingers crossed. All I can do is despair and wait for the "exam/entrance" phase to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Many familiar people are leaving for different reasons. These are people with whom I made so many pleasant memories. Now I might never meet them again. Its sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Old friends making STD/ISD calls just to find out how I am makes me feel special and SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Making plans of meeting up with friends I havent seen in "some" time excites me at the moment. Especially since I know that its going to happen very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some things can never get better, they can only get worse. I have to stop begging Him to be just a friend. But I can't stop myself. Its a horrible feeling and phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wish getting fat was a temporary phase. Oh well, Im resigning myself to my not-so-temporary "fatness" phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Im going through the "Superwoman" phase. Why? I flew all over town rescuing my non Delhite frm the airport and keeping him safe until he boared his next flight. Yay! to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Im totally addicted to "Prison Break". I'm told its just been released in India but guess wat? I have both Season I and II...haha...Its should go without saying Wentworth (Drooooool) Miller is my latest crush :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my fav. earrings. Tell me which one/s did u like best? My fav.? I loooooove them all :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RlMm1SHNMtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/qaGZ5B0oFOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067436702558925522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RlMm1SHNMtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/qaGZ5B0oFOQ/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Untill my exam/entrances phase gets over, take care people! &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/36172289-6701624551956434337?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6701624551956434337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6701624551956434337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6701624551956434337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6701624551956434337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-all-about-phases-my-friend.html' title='Its all about phases, my friend.'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RlMm1SHNMtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/qaGZ5B0oFOQ/s72-c/IMG_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7830940222236915963</id><published>2007-04-22T20:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:04.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unusual Stuff'/><title type='text'>Of Proposals, Vokda Golgappas n Marriages...</title><content type='html'>Just when you think life couldn't get more boring with an injured knee, impending entrances and the heat, I got a proposal. Not just any proposal, this person has proposed to me thrice before and each time I've said no. Why would I do that despite the fact that he's gorgeous, tall n nice, if not anything else? I dont know. Maybe coz I still think I love someone else, just not ready to get into a relationship or simply coz I love reveling in my Single status. Anyway so this guy calls me the other day (since we're acquaintances, we catch up on and off) and starts abt how he misses me loads. (Wow! after all these months of not seeing each other?) And says he knew why I said no to him before. His reason-that my persception of him being a Playboy was right but he says he's changed. Here I was loosing my patience, what with my bad knee and having to get up early for work the next day.(Now I know how my ex feels when I call him all senti n drunk! Apologies.) Anyway if all that wasn't enough this guy had to add something like this-"Im sure you'll love me now. I have been working out and I have abs, a flat tummy and biceps. I'm sexy!" Yay! Good for you but I'm just not interested in Body Building! And wat is it, is he like Dumb, Dumber, Dumbest?! Despite telling him abt the accident he wanted to catch up with me this Saturday. Whatever. I was talking to Sandy abt it and Sandy thought I loved every bit of this attention but I didn't! Not when its coming frm the wrong person! Argh! Enough of messed up proposals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RiuNH0LcSSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P7YlHGR8d28/s1600-h/Golgappa+n+Vodka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056290172058749218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RiuNH0LcSSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P7YlHGR8d28/s320/Golgappa+n+Vodka.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway u guys want to try out something diff? Try Golgappa with Vodka-its great! Not too sure if they serve it anywhere else but I had it in Punjabi by Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pete's been asking me why I havent written anything abt the Ash-Abhi wedding or why I didnt tell him Ash was getting married. Pete, knowing how much you &lt;em&gt;adore &lt;/em&gt;Ash I thought I'd break the news gently :-D And what do I think of the wedding? She's such a kidnapper, Abhi's too young and cool for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I'd better publish this before any other glitches happen. I've had redo it twice! Doesn't Blogger recognise &lt;em&gt;Cont &lt;/em&gt;Z button?! I'm off for today. Hoping you guys have a great week ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pics of my attempted cooking here: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marlees/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/marlees/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7830940222236915963?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7830940222236915963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7830940222236915963&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7830940222236915963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7830940222236915963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-proposals-vokda-golgappas-n.html' title='Of Proposals, Vokda Golgappas n Marriages...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RiuNH0LcSSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P7YlHGR8d28/s72-c/Golgappa+n+Vodka.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-1162056573153967759</id><published>2007-04-18T21:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:16:37.367+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irksome Behaviour'/><title type='text'>Gross.</title><content type='html'>Reaction by a Colleague on the Virginia Tech Uni massacre was to smirk and say, "Teng, teng, teng"...Ugh...I guess if he was in there he'd not have the time or thoughts to react in this insensitive behaviour :-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird to &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that we &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; know whats going to happen to any of us and quietly leave it to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-1162056573153967759?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1162056573153967759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=1162056573153967759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1162056573153967759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1162056573153967759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/04/gross.html' title='Gross.'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-2863817319261628761</id><published>2007-04-17T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:35:03.827+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Enough!</title><content type='html'>Does he love me?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Does he care? Maybe not. Maybe never.&lt;br /&gt;But he said he did n he will,&lt;br /&gt;Rem the day I was leaninging in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;Will he come around? He might, but I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;But why not? He should. Shouldn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesnt she take my call? Or reply to my msgs?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she see that I need her?&lt;br /&gt;Just to unburden myself n talk abt the day.&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd call but you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Can I call you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look alright? Am I getting too fat?&lt;br /&gt;Is my arse sticking out or is it my paunch?&lt;br /&gt;Should I straighten my hair?&lt;br /&gt;But why is she giving me that look?!&lt;br /&gt;Am I looking weird? Or am I intimidating her?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im beta, in the way I dress, walk, talk n laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the attention I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why aren't you talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;Was it me? Did I do something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;But maybe its just you and not me.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, guess what? I don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be me.&lt;br /&gt;You either take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies...Here's the latest abt me (Sandy, Mehak n Ricky already know abt it), I had a "stupid" accident on Sunday night and hurt my left knee and left elbow but im getting better. Tried relaxing on Monday but the thought of huge deductions on my salary n of my impending leaves, I went to work today. Was alright for most of the day except when I bumped my other feet on the wounded knee! It hurt so bad that I started crying...I know, I know Im a cry baby. With the wounds I cant wear anything else but loose clothings so I am sticking to wearing Salwar Kurtas. For one who doesnt look for too many plausible reasons I went ahead n bought myself some kurtas, a top n a skirt! I feel good but my knee hurts what with all the exertion! But I guess no pain, no gain. And guess what? I went to withdraw some cash and saw that I had got my arrears frm work! Shoes...here I come! :-D Anyway its late, I gotta hit the sack. Take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-2863817319261628761?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2863817319261628761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=2863817319261628761&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2863817319261628761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2863817319261628761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/04/enough.html' title='Enough!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5923630773596305894</id><published>2007-04-13T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:04.368+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irksome Behaviour'/><title type='text'>Im just 23 people!</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd write abt my first Voice Over experience. So here I was yesterday all ready early (read 9 am) in the morning and I called Him to ask him how much it would cost me if I took an Auto (since it was quite close to his place). Im so sure His heart must have skipped a beat when I asked Him that. He must have feared that His nightmare was abt to become real! Im sure the entire morning He would have been restless and had a constant disgruntled look. Hehehe. Actually I should have told Him I'd drop by His place to tell His parents what a jerk their son was. (Ok, I got two horns and a tail and a wicked grin on my face now). Enough of that now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reached my destination and got to know how one does a Voice Over for a media house. Interesting stuff-all new to me and thus exciting. I learnt abt voice modulation, accent neutralisation and pronounciation. Not bad! And since it was all new, I was just having fun, taking feed back and making more mistakes and grinning away. Considering it was the first time I had done something like this the feed back I got was....uhmm....good! That I had a nice voice which could be worked upon and improvised with :-D I think they're too generous with their comments. But hey, im not complaining. Im all kicked to learn more. Guess this experience was the closest I could get to imagine myself as an RJ! So all done with the voice over and I walk out to get myself another Auto when I came across this tree:&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Big Foot stepped over the tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rh-dr1SH24I/AAAAAAAAAPk/0VTMYkRLyps/s1600-h/IMG_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052930683296013186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rh-dr1SH24I/AAAAAAAAAPk/0VTMYkRLyps/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I got an Auto and sit back, happy that the voice over went good and then you wont believe wat happened! The Auto guy starts digging into his mouth and throwing out stuff! I think it was tobacco in his mouth! Ewwwww...Gross! I counted my change coz I couldnt think that I would be able to accept any change frm his unwashed hands. I had abt 30 bucks in change and I asked him to stop the Auto when it was around 30 something. Hailed another Auto and instructed him to take me to CP. I thought I could relax now (this was around 1 pm, imagine the heat!) and then this guy starts digging his nose and this time I didnt have any loose change! Argh! I made him stop in a Mother Dairy booth frm where I picked up a juice and the all important change. When I eventually reached CP I let the guy keep the change that remained. For a person like me who's a cleanliness freak that borders on to an OCD, all this left me feeling very sick. Not looking for any other excuses I went to my fav place, Cha Bar where I ordered a fruit tart, thinking it would be a normal tart and an iced tea. When the tart came I was so surprised to see it topped with fresh colourful fruits and in my greed to have a bite of it, I forgot to take a picture of it! Next time I shall control my greed and show it to you guys as well. Do you even want to guess what book I picked up to read? Um...no prizes for guessing, Break ups! Read quite a bit of it but im still going to be me-Obstinate and dumb. &lt;div&gt;Oh you guys have to hear this: I just got back home from some grocery shopping. While paying the Rickshawalla and managing the bananas, veggies, buscuits and milk etc, this kid frm my Society I've never spoken to comes by and says, "Hello Aunty." Aunty?!!! :-O I would have pounced on the kid had it not been for the cumbersome bags and having to pay the Rick guy! Uff, thats the price one has to pay to be beautiful and 23! :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-5923630773596305894?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5923630773596305894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5923630773596305894&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5923630773596305894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5923630773596305894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-just-23-people.html' title='Im just 23 people!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rh-dr1SH24I/AAAAAAAAAPk/0VTMYkRLyps/s72-c/IMG_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7257402173041848728</id><published>2007-04-12T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:54:03.785+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Hottie</title><content type='html'>My French Hottie is leaving Delhi for good and moving back to London. Sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7257402173041848728?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7257402173041848728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7257402173041848728&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7257402173041848728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7257402173041848728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/04/bye-bye-hottie.html' title='Bye bye Hottie'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8408382771871199099</id><published>2007-04-11T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:17:24.591+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All apologies n others...</title><content type='html'>This isnt a proper post, its more like a note of apology to one of my friends to whom I was very rude last night! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear X (I wont name you) I know I was very nasty to you last night. Here I was demeaning you instead of rejoicing in your promotion. I don't know what came over me to say such horrible things. Was it my general disdain to life or the pressure at work, I dont know! Ofcourse, its another matter that I did mean them but I had no right in saying it aloud to you! Maybe my irritation was not just for you, you would know that- I do get bugged by the minutest things (sometimes silliest as well, I know.) If I've said it ten times, I won't tire to say it again that you and your friendship matter to me more than the trivialities that we face everyday! I'm SORRY, sincerely. And here's a hearty CONGRATULATIONS to you for your promotion! You so deserve it! If you continue the way you are, you'll be headed for the stars very soon! Im hoping everything turns out fine for both of us at the end and our friendship remains for the yrs to come. Take care buddy!&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;(PS-Ok, considering the fact that Im letting go of loads of unwanted emotional baggages and friends, you'd beta be happy that I'm trying to redeem our friendship! ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a radio show this morning and got to know that both the RJ's of the show were leaving the radio station for newer pastures. It came as a bolt of shock coz I've been listening to them for so many yrs now, almost 5 yrs! And then having to realise that I won't be hearing them anymore makes it weird n saddens me. One of the RJ's was leaving for Mumbai, so it made me think how everybody else was moving forward in life whereas I seem to be stuck.(Ok, thats wat I call a bout of self-pitying.)&lt;br /&gt;What made it worse was during my lunch with Andy today, when we were talking about some of our common friends who've left India to go back to their own countries, Ethiopia and Mauritius. It was weird wondering if I'd ever meet them in this life time again. Or will it be in another birth or heaven that will enable us to meet again where we can party n make merry? Its scarey to think that I've reached that phase in life when someone's going makes a difference to me and the worse fact that I might never see them again. Life seems scarey at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8408382771871199099?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8408382771871199099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8408382771871199099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8408382771871199099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8408382771871199099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-apologies-n-other-thoughts.html' title='All apologies n others...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6031450712338960664</id><published>2007-04-06T19:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:04.488+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What ya staring at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RhZNOoLN8QI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6Gvkw0XOAyY/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050308945840566530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RhZNOoLN8QI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6Gvkw0XOAyY/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't porn. I've got an 'intellectual' term for it, it's Photography! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Cha Bar @ Oxford Book Shop.&lt;br /&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/36172289-6031450712338960664?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6031450712338960664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6031450712338960664&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6031450712338960664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6031450712338960664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/04/watch-ya-staring-at.html' title='What ya staring at?'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RhZNOoLN8QI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6Gvkw0XOAyY/s72-c/IMG_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6555589484130283413</id><published>2007-04-04T02:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-04T02:44:36.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wishful thoughts</title><content type='html'>Things I'd rather be doing right now instead of working and feeling feverish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sleeping under my quilt!&lt;br /&gt;2) Get a hug.&lt;br /&gt;3) Be with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;4) Go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;5) Have a nice cup of ginger tea. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to get back to my work, sigh... Wat would you guys be rather doing as well? Comon, tell all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6555589484130283413?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6555589484130283413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6555589484130283413&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6555589484130283413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6555589484130283413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/04/wishful-thoughts.html' title='Wishful thoughts'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-1277738987486456567</id><published>2007-04-02T15:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:04.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mehendi, K and more</title><content type='html'>I felt flighty on Saturday so I dragged K to the Market and got Mehendi done in my hand. If you look carefully you'll see that its a peacock thats been drawn on the hand. Like it? I love it :-D &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RhDXBF-iqXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pyyVqUOy_H0/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048771596066662770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RhDXBF-iqXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pyyVqUOy_H0/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was April Fools Day, did u guys manage to pull up any tricks? ;-) I tried n failed miserably! :-( Pete, I still cant forgive u! Wet blanket, u! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent last evening with K. We went gorging on Street food and watched 'Namastey London'. Street food of Paneer tikki and Alu Chat and Kulfi was great but the movie was equally disastrous :-( Dont even make the mistake of watching it! It was CRAP. Akshay was acting so dumb. K loves him so he defended him saying the movie made him look bad. Watever! Katrina plays the dumb British brat with such an elan that by the end you want to throttle her to shut her up! But I thought Katrina's Brit bf was kinda cute but even he couldnt act to save his life or the movie. Anyway, my advice-do not waste time or cash on the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K's moved to Jaipur today and I dont know when he'll be back. Anyway K now that ur gone, I can say that I'll miss you loads. Wonder who's going to bring me my daily quota of milk n bananas? ;-) But all the best with the new job! Im sure u'll have fun. Take care n get back soon to Delhi. Best wishes, Buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-1277738987486456567?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1277738987486456567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=1277738987486456567&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1277738987486456567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1277738987486456567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/04/mehendi-k-and-more.html' title='Mehendi, K and more'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RhDXBF-iqXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pyyVqUOy_H0/s72-c/IMG_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-1540426156744399465</id><published>2007-03-31T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:05.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Barapani Lake</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to upload these pics in ages but, but they just remain to be done. I was in Barapani sometime January and the weather was glorious, just the right amount of Sun for a walk by the Lake. There's a story behind this Lake, as far as I can remember it was about this two sisters who were coming down from Heaven to Barapani. Only one of them made it here and she cried her heart out into a Lake because of that! By the way, this Lake is also called Umiam Lake. Check out the mist in this pic!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rg59VF-iqWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GkLFOZBsxbQ/s1600-h/DSC02302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048110033664125282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rg59VF-iqWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GkLFOZBsxbQ/s320/DSC02302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wonder who lives there all isolated? I couldnt have done that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rg58Ul-iqVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-5M4mxoUR-0/s1600-h/DSC02304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048108925562562898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rg58Ul-iqVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-5M4mxoUR-0/s320/DSC02304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How abt a ride with a view people? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rg55Tl-iqUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/L-hHGn-ASw0/s1600-h/DSC02305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048105609847810370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rg55Tl-iqUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/L-hHGn-ASw0/s320/DSC02305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this, is one of my fav pics! Isnt the blueness of the watre against the wild flowers awesomely striking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rg50t1-iqTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CvWmf_Bn4vo/s1600-h/DSC02309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048100563261237554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rg50t1-iqTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CvWmf_Bn4vo/s320/DSC02309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Take care people! &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/36172289-1540426156744399465?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1540426156744399465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=1540426156744399465&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1540426156744399465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1540426156744399465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/03/barapani-lake.html' title='Barapani Lake'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rg59VF-iqWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GkLFOZBsxbQ/s72-c/DSC02302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4378652536372149729</id><published>2007-03-30T17:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-30T17:30:58.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Visual DNA, atlast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" quality="best" bgcolor="#4A024C" flashvars="bgcolor=#4A024C&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5A36BB17.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=I love learning new crafts be it cross stitching or cooking.&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7B14E298.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=Learned to play the Piano as a child. Miss it now.&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=Shopping gives me goosebumps!!! I cant ever get enough.&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-124DD1E.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=Money holds the keys to lifes adventures!&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-396C1EDE.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=Um...smoking is INJURIOUS for health n u dnt want to be a SUCKER&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF7A965.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=Love is kind, patient. It could be just a smile, hug or caress.&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=Sleep! I could give Kumbhakarna.&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=Peaceful n clean and loads of space.&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-68DE05A9.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=Just sit back n look, absorb n think abt the asshole who dumped&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-79837A73.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=Reminds of the Rock Show during the fest HARMONY @ College&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2A59BF66.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=Filled with loads of walks, talks, eating n peace.&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3B3CA847.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=:-D Need I say anything?!&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_05CC027E.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=Greenery n  hills to trek n hot scones n tea!Sigh, Lake District&amp;moodlabel=SOFISTICAT&amp;amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=432947-2dd9&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=432947-2dd9&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed doing this! Yeah, Im a BIG Vella :-D Pete, Ricky, Sanguine n Sandy-get urs done soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-4378652536372149729?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4378652536372149729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4378652536372149729&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4378652536372149729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4378652536372149729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/03/visual-dna-atlast_30.html' title='Visual DNA, atlast!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7843937456342096152</id><published>2007-03-28T21:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:05.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>American Idol :-o</title><content type='html'>Anybody seen today's episode of American Idol? Check out Sanjaya Malakar with his new mohican cum skunk-like hairdo. I am too choked with disbelief to say anything well, except OH MY GOD! I Google searched for a Mohican hairdo and came across this pic and trust me this pic aint nothing until you see Sanjaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgqVYl-iqSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Rr8YDzJHY8Y/s1600-h/IS940-069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047010582165891362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgqVYl-iqSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Rr8YDzJHY8Y/s320/IS940-069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch it and let me know how you reacted or if you liked it or not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7843937456342096152?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7843937456342096152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7843937456342096152&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7843937456342096152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7843937456342096152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/03/american-idol-o.html' title='American Idol :-o'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgqVYl-iqSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Rr8YDzJHY8Y/s72-c/IS940-069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4617496079966658367</id><published>2007-03-27T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:05.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rgk69p9Mi6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/LZbm5Ififr4/s1600-h/20liz[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046629688354311074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rgk69p9Mi6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/LZbm5Ififr4/s320/20liz%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Magazine hits Indian Stores!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me, a sucker for Celebrity news and gossip, this is the magazine for you. What would make you a Celebrity news sucker? Well, if you can't get by the day without having read and dissected your copy of DT (Delhi Times) then you're definitely one. Anway Liz and Arun's Wedding was the main story for the first month. Sigh...those wedding pics were so nice! Where do I start from? The venues, the clothes, people, everything seemed perfect. I think my lastest crush is Arun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other stories of the rich indian families/people as well. Oh sample this-there was a write up on the premier racing family, the Poonawallas frm Pune (Duh). Anyway their introducction went like this-"They are close to being seen as the only blue-blooded family of Pune. They are industrialists, horse breeders and the biggest players of racing world across western India." LOL, one would think racing world across western India the same as the Ascots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also all the juicy details of the break ups of Saif and Rosa and Hugh and Jemima and link ups as well. Then there are the predictable articles on the latest fashion and designs which I find boring. Its reading the Celebrity gossip that gives me an almost melicious satisfcation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another candid shot of Liz-Arun and Liz's son, Damien:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rgk6159Mi5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gXU1vDtU6fU/s1600-h/HELLO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046629555210324882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rgk6159Mi5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/gXU1vDtU6fU/s320/HELLO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grab your copies today people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-4617496079966658367?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4617496079966658367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4617496079966658367&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4617496079966658367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4617496079966658367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rgk69p9Mi6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/LZbm5Ififr4/s72-c/20liz%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4493886082016844185</id><published>2007-03-26T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:05.767+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry seems to be the easiest word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgfChxpD-fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qTJaml7HXeU/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046215793008966130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgfChxpD-fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qTJaml7HXeU/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would saying sorry be fine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For everything done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intentionally and unintentionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I could undo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the unhappiness and tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they're irrevocable now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all I can do is to say sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-4493886082016844185?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4493886082016844185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4493886082016844185&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4493886082016844185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4493886082016844185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry seems to be the easiest word'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgfChxpD-fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qTJaml7HXeU/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-661097930969040371</id><published>2007-03-23T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:06.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Central Park, Connaught Place</title><content type='html'>I was in CP the other day looking for a birthday gift for a friend. Walked through Central Park for the first time. Its made right above the Metro Station and it quite a nice place to walk around with not too many people around, atleast in the late afternoon. There was even an open air concert by Kailash Kher some days ago. Delhi is certainly coming up with some nice and cheap hang out places. Took some pics while walking across the Park. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQbiRpD-eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qUQlTY3WEtE/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045187758226930146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQbiRpD-eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qUQlTY3WEtE/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People relaxing in the Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQaphpD-dI/AAAAAAAAANw/VahbIcuOjtE/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045186783269353938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQaphpD-dI/AAAAAAAAANw/VahbIcuOjtE/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what this is but there's water surrounding the building below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQZqRpD-cI/AAAAAAAAANo/ihkBd-B_bcs/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045185696642628034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQZqRpD-cI/AAAAAAAAANo/ihkBd-B_bcs/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sights seen from the Park. Thats the Jeevan Bharti Building:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQY3hpD-bI/AAAAAAAAANg/N9V8zUC3o3o/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045184824764266930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQY3hpD-bI/AAAAAAAAANg/N9V8zUC3o3o/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is one of my favourite places in CP, the Stateman Building which also houses the Oxford Book Shop where I go read books, have a good meal and meet up with friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQXzhpD-aI/AAAAAAAAANY/LWraQoJA3p8/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045183656533162402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQXzhpD-aI/AAAAAAAAANY/LWraQoJA3p8/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People frolicking in the Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQW_hpD-ZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8rytrxXJXjQ/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045182763179964818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQW_hpD-ZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8rytrxXJXjQ/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pigeons, pigeons everywhere!!! Nice isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQWgxpD-YI/AAAAAAAAANI/aZLEUTgcahQ/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045182234898987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQWgxpD-YI/AAAAAAAAANI/aZLEUTgcahQ/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally the very familiar and reassuring letter box. Doesnt seeing one give you a nice, cosy feeling? Of letters, memories, smiles, tears and nostalgia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQVgBpD-XI/AAAAAAAAANA/SWx-FhrKK1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045181122502457714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQVgBpD-XI/AAAAAAAAANA/SWx-FhrKK1Q/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the way, the second Dilli Haat was inaugurated in Pitampura today. Anyone interested in giving it a try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-661097930969040371?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/661097930969040371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=661097930969040371&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/661097930969040371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/661097930969040371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/03/central-park-connaught-place.html' title='Central Park, Connaught Place'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RgQbiRpD-eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qUQlTY3WEtE/s72-c/IMG_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8813038062435033674</id><published>2007-03-19T09:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-19T09:51:09.687+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/573-J8QsMAo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I liked this song loads. Shakira's looking nice with her new 'blonde' look and her voice as always sounds throaty! Another song of hers that I like is 'Don't Bother'. You guys heard it? Anyway I have been trying to upload this video for the past one hr. I know, I know, Im a LUDDITE with comps n technology until Ricky came along and helped me! Thanks Buddy! :-) Tell me wat u guys think abt her new look and the song!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8813038062435033674?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8813038062435033674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8813038062435033674&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8813038062435033674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8813038062435033674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-should-be-illegal-to-deceive-womans.html' title='It should be illegal to deceive a woman&apos;s heart'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7919995715259950331</id><published>2007-03-17T02:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:06.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The pursuit of happyness and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RfsIJ0NgG6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/DT6pBd2udo8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042633172498520994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RfsIJ0NgG6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/DT6pBd2udo8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyone watched this movie? Watched it sometime last week and for once I liked Will Smith in some movie. I loved him in "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air". Anyway this is a movie based on a true story of a man living in utter penury, overcoming it and coming out stronger and richer, ofcourse. The last scene when Will Smith walks amongst the crowd with full of emotions was so touching. I was on the verge of tears! But my favourite scene was one where both father and son check into a hotlel and fall alseep watching TV. Christopher Juniour sleeping on his father's lap wiht his mouth wide open was so cute! :-) I loved one of its dialogues:&lt;br /&gt;Will Smith: Dont ever let someone tell you, you can't do something. Not even me. All right?&lt;br /&gt;Son: All right.&lt;br /&gt;Solid advice, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my lathest crush is the SON! Yup, thats right. Im gonna wait for him to grow into a dashing young man and then we'll take it from there ;-) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, another thing, I bought a digicam for myself last Sunday. I was getting the tired of having to borrow my parents' as well as Sonu's. Im sure the feelings mutual. Anyway, I bought a Canon 4 megapixel cam for 8 something. I got confused whether to buy a 4 MP or a 6 MP cam so I ended up calling Him. Yes, I did call him. Why? Coz amongst all my friends I think hes the one with the widest knowledge on everything. I cant do anything without having his opinion. More like receiving his blessings or some green signal of sorts. Uff. Thats wat I did for my laptop as well. I will get over doing this just the way Im getting over him. Anyway the camera's cool and Im happy taking pictures most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JNU yest to submit my application forms. Took some pics. Should upload them soon. I dont know, I didnt like JNU! Why? Its like being in the middle of nowhere, well, in the middle of a JUNGLE. Found it scarey! Wonder how it would be if I had to walk around the campus at night? :-o Is it just me or the place is just not becomign me. I did the same yrs ago when I got into St Stephens. Daddy called me all the way from Guwahati, all excited and asked me how i found College. I went, 'Its ok, more like a desert. The trees are too dry.' Lol, insipid, thats me. So I think its me. Im sure once I start living in JNU I'll come to love the place. Thats if I make it. Uff! Im worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can see eveyone getting their visual DNA uploaded in their blogs. I first came across one in Reshma's blog, then Lalit n Ekta. Think I will upload one as well. Ricky and Sanguine, how about you two? Anyway I'm off to bed. Good night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7919995715259950331?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7919995715259950331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7919995715259950331&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7919995715259950331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7919995715259950331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/03/pursuit-of-happiness-and-more.html' title='The pursuit of happyness and more'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RfsIJ0NgG6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/DT6pBd2udo8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6510554037361018745</id><published>2007-03-15T07:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:07.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fallen yet beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RfipP0NgG5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wf1HixYTTbI/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041965872019676050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RfipP0NgG5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wf1HixYTTbI/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea wat this flower's called but love its fiery colour nonetheless. An attention 'receiving' flower I'd say! Its quite ubiquitous around Delhi. This one's taken from the Society where I live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6510554037361018745?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6510554037361018745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6510554037361018745&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6510554037361018745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6510554037361018745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/03/fallen-yet-beautiful.html' title='Fallen yet beautiful'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RfipP0NgG5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wf1HixYTTbI/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3151212732647638405</id><published>2007-02-27T05:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:07.297+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have yourselves a happy day people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/ReN4fkIyFTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/oBxpKUgILJI/s1600-h/faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036001292002137394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/ReN4fkIyFTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/oBxpKUgILJI/s320/faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/36172289-3151212732647638405?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3151212732647638405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3151212732647638405&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3151212732647638405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3151212732647638405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-yourselves-happy-day-people.html' title='Have yourselves a happy day people!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/ReN4fkIyFTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/oBxpKUgILJI/s72-c/faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4263376490186557371</id><published>2007-02-25T04:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:59:57.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Men...</title><content type='html'>Men will be men...bastards...heart breakers...fuckers...period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I should realise that by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-4263376490186557371?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4263376490186557371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4263376490186557371&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4263376490186557371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4263376490186557371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/men.html' title='Men...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-486200658518070801</id><published>2007-02-22T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:07.482+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Experimentation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rd1FWY9U-qI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DqiNWdzUm78/s1600-h/DSC02732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034256209429199522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rd1FWY9U-qI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DqiNWdzUm78/s320/DSC02732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All im trying to do with this picture is to show off my ballerina shoes...I lurve them :-D What say you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-486200658518070801?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/486200658518070801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=486200658518070801&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/486200658518070801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/486200658518070801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/experimentation.html' title='Experimentation?'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rd1FWY9U-qI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DqiNWdzUm78/s72-c/DSC02732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7532201800537248095</id><published>2007-02-22T11:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:08.001+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spring's here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rd05AY9U-oI/AAAAAAAAAME/Kzur5Ajah4Q/s1600-h/DSC02757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034242637332544130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rd05AY9U-oI/AAAAAAAAAME/Kzur5Ajah4Q/s320/DSC02757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a lovely time to be in Delhi when the sun is just right to go out for a walk or just to sit in the garden. That was what I was doing the other day while waiting for my mother's meeting to get over. And I'd love to believe that the air is as clean as the blue sky in the background! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7532201800537248095?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7532201800537248095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7532201800537248095&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7532201800537248095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7532201800537248095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/springs-here.html' title='Spring&apos;s here'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rd05AY9U-oI/AAAAAAAAAME/Kzur5Ajah4Q/s72-c/DSC02757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4432758494549219352</id><published>2007-02-12T01:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T01:59:49.064+05:30</updated><title type='text'>oh no!</title><content type='html'>Blogger sure knows how to test one's patience. Lost an entire post before I could upload it. Here I go again. Yeah, I have all the time in the world to do this! I could go on all night. I do live in exciting times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-4432758494549219352?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4432758494549219352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4432758494549219352&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4432758494549219352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4432758494549219352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-no.html' title='oh no!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4547797209388376104</id><published>2007-02-12T00:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:08.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shillong-All Saint's Church</title><content type='html'>Church in the evening light:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9yYlhYwhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BX_SE3RQlh4/s1600-h/DSC02327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030365075510706706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9yYlhYwhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BX_SE3RQlh4/s320/DSC02327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front portion of the church: &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9xl1hYwgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0te-Qdqdiak/s1600-h/DSC02330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030364203632345602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9xl1hYwgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0te-Qdqdiak/s320/DSC02330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Church steeple:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9w0lhYwfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/tx3DS30FowI/s1600-h/DSC02339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030363357523788274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9w0lhYwfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/tx3DS30FowI/s320/DSC02339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What bird is that on the top?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commemorative Stone:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9wGlhYweI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hEUEps4xHGM/s1600-h/DSC02333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030362567249805794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9wGlhYweI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hEUEps4xHGM/s320/DSC02333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of the Church from across the road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9vSFhYwdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y6aDAalijfo/s1600-h/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030361665306673618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9vSFhYwdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y6aDAalijfo/s320/DSC02368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I came for Sunday Service as a child when I lived in a hostel. The best part of Sunday Service was the Sunday School classes where the teacher would tell us stories from the Bible. Best of all was the tea that followed after that!&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/36172289-4547797209388376104?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4547797209388376104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4547797209388376104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4547797209388376104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4547797209388376104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-saints-church.html' title='Shillong-All Saint&apos;s Church'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9yYlhYwhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BX_SE3RQlh4/s72-c/DSC02327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3503591336457170568</id><published>2007-02-12T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:09.407+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shillong-All Saint's School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9pC1hYwbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KqOVIiz6ThY/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030354806243901874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9pC1hYwbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KqOVIiz6ThY/s320/DSC02360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lane from the gate that leads to the school building. Its nice to walk underneath the trees on a stone pathway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the views of the school building. Studied here a long time ago. Some time in 1993/94. Was good to visit it after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9of1hYwaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4AvsEouXaQY/s1600-h/DSC02343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030354204948480418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9of1hYwaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4AvsEouXaQY/s320/DSC02343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-3503591336457170568?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3503591336457170568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3503591336457170568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3503591336457170568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3503591336457170568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-saints-school.html' title='Shillong-All Saint&apos;s School'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9pC1hYwbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KqOVIiz6ThY/s72-c/DSC02360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-1084756126562194949</id><published>2007-02-11T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:09.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shillong-Bishop's Kuti</title><content type='html'>Signboard outside the Bishop's house:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030347212741722514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9iI1hYwZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Wdxr7bCu6KM/s320/DSC02364.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A bad shot of the Bishop's House:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9gklhYwYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NGQvhiOl8UE/s1600-h/DSC02361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030345490459836802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9gklhYwYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NGQvhiOl8UE/s320/DSC02361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont know why I didnt bother getting more shots of this place? Please dont miss the ubiquitous Ambassador in the pic. Its one of my favourite cars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-1084756126562194949?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1084756126562194949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=1084756126562194949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1084756126562194949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1084756126562194949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/bishops-kuti.html' title='Shillong-Bishop&apos;s Kuti'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rc9iI1hYwZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Wdxr7bCu6KM/s72-c/DSC02364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5883159694667424903</id><published>2007-02-08T10:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:09.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Missing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rcq6gwZz7PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wcxQYdULsd4/s1600-h/Baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029037005824322802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rcq6gwZz7PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wcxQYdULsd4/s320/Baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its morning time but rather late coz I havent slept all night. Being sick is not the best things to be happening to a singleton living alone. Havent been able to sleep. Been thinking, worrying , remembering and missing loads of things and people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one person I miss the most is Lizzie, my pet dog. We lost her on the 29th of Jan. Lizzie, I hope that you're safe and happy in heaven. I hope you made some friends and dont let anyone bully you ok? Thinking of you brings tears, smiles and more tears. I cant help but talk about the antics you did until your last days with Ma. You became the central figure in the family. You were the child for Ma n Pa while I was away. You made our days filled with laughter and funny moments. And now that you're not there its like this void in our lives that can never be replaced. Its just so unbelievable that your not there. Im going to miss you so much when I go home. Even more when I'll have to walk into the house without you rushing to welcome me and then me carrying you in my arms. I can't imagine sleeping without you in my room. Who's going lick my face and wake me up every morning? I'll miss taking you for walks. I hate it that you had to endure so much of pain because of your illness but even in your last moments you were trying so hard to be strong and cheerful. How do I tell you that it hurts so much not to have you anymore? The tears wont stop now. You'll always be my first baby, my kid sister :) who couldnt talk but was great anyway! Here's a Thank You to you for all the fond memories and love that your presence filled our lives with. Love you. Be happy, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-5883159694667424903?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5883159694667424903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5883159694667424903&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5883159694667424903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5883159694667424903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/02/missing.html' title='Missing...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rcq6gwZz7PI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wcxQYdULsd4/s72-c/Baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5024641790911618782</id><published>2007-01-29T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:09.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shillong-State Central Library</title><content type='html'>This is the Tank housed withen the State Central Library grounds. It commemorates the 1972 Indo-Pak (East Pakistan, Bangladesh) War and Pakistan's surrender. I dont know why but I always found the Tanker to be incongruous for a hill station like Shillong, known for its serenity. It like this unexpected thing totally out of place! Wonder how long will this relic will withstand to the ravages of time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4shSzmQNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4hLZ7vWt924/s1600-h/DSC02367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025503184687612114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4shSzmQNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4hLZ7vWt924/s320/DSC02367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apart from the Tank, the Library and the State Museum, it also has an auditorium where all important regional and State-level functions are held. I remember going to the auditorium as a 10 year old child to watch a musical adaption of Oliver Twist by the St. Edmund's School boys. It was a brillaint performance! Wonder if anyone of you has heard this song, 'I'll do anything for your love' from the musical? If yes, please let me know!&lt;br /&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/36172289-5024641790911618782?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5024641790911618782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5024641790911618782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5024641790911618782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5024641790911618782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/01/shillong-state-central-library.html' title='Shillong-State Central Library'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4shSzmQNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4hLZ7vWt924/s72-c/DSC02367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7550869146584735289</id><published>2007-01-29T22:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:10.402+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shillong-Shillong Bench</title><content type='html'>This is the Shillong Bench of the Guwahati High Court, situated in the premises of the Assembly Secretariat. I love the architecture of the place as well as the coulour of the building-pink! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4oQSzmQMI/AAAAAAAAAII/Sa4L5FWE9gY/s1600-h/DSC02370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025498494583324866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4oQSzmQMI/AAAAAAAAAII/Sa4L5FWE9gY/s320/DSC02370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another view of the Court:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4ntizmQLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/agxhcpz6KRw/s1600-h/DSC02371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025497897582870706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4ntizmQLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/agxhcpz6KRw/s320/DSC02371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Signboard outside the Assembly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4nNSzmQKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_hgeNzkoBB4/s1600-h/DSC02372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025497343532089506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4nNSzmQKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_hgeNzkoBB4/s320/DSC02372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36172289-7550869146584735289?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7550869146584735289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7550869146584735289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7550869146584735289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7550869146584735289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/01/shillong-shillong-bench.html' title='Shillong-Shillong Bench'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4oQSzmQMI/AAAAAAAAAII/Sa4L5FWE9gY/s72-c/DSC02370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-670392278510368599</id><published>2007-01-29T22:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:10.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shillong-Presbyterian Church</title><content type='html'>The Church in the evening light:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4jWyzmQJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/B8KEmNAuxmk/s1600-h/DSC02373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025493108694335634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4jWyzmQJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/B8KEmNAuxmk/s320/DSC02373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4i8izmQII/AAAAAAAAAHY/1dGIjaoJy0Y/s1600-h/DSC02380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025492657722769538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4i8izmQII/AAAAAAAAAHY/1dGIjaoJy0Y/s320/DSC02380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tablet commemorrating 100 years of Service:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4irizmQHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sIiRbNCsH_4/s1600-h/DSC02377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025492365664993394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4irizmQHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sIiRbNCsH_4/s320/DSC02377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serenity inside the Church. While I was taking pictures of the Church outside, I could hear some singing. Walking inside I saw a group of 6 people singing. I assumed tehy were the Church's choir members. Perfect timing to my entry! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4iaizmQGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xd1g-dBdHls/s1600-h/DSC02379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025492073607217250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4iaizmQGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xd1g-dBdHls/s320/DSC02379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-670392278510368599?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/670392278510368599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=670392278510368599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/670392278510368599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/670392278510368599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/01/shillong-presbyterian-church.html' title='Shillong-Presbyterian Church'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4jWyzmQJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/B8KEmNAuxmk/s72-c/DSC02373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6483039771441844806</id><published>2007-01-29T21:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:11.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shillong-On the way back home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4fMyzmQFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xCQrbTx4pFM/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025488538849132626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4fMyzmQFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xCQrbTx4pFM/s320/DSC02382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pictue was taken on the way back home. These shacks are  a common sight on the GS Raod (Guwahati-Shillong Road). Its all about getting a good bargain. Most of these products are artociously expensive but then they're worth every paise spent. These vegetables and fruits are grown by the shop keepers at their backyards. The red bottles are filled with Dhan Jolokia (Rice Grain Chillies) and Bamboo Shoot pickles. The yellow bottles is filled with Star Fruit juice. I managed to get a good bargain with the Pineapples, Chillie pickle, Koldeel (Banana Flowers) and Bananas :-)&lt;br /&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/36172289-6483039771441844806?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6483039771441844806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6483039771441844806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6483039771441844806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6483039771441844806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/01/shillong-on-way-back-home.html' title='Shillong-On the way back home.'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Rb4fMyzmQFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/xCQrbTx4pFM/s72-c/DSC02382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5321488385845326856</id><published>2007-01-18T22:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:11.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lizzie</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of Lizzie, my family's much loved pet dog. She is 6 years old and a pure mongrel. She loves meat, chocolates and hugs. She can even be bribed with chocolates. She loves the word 'Walk'. Can get moody but generally very friendly and active especially when guests come over. Lizzie loves to sleep in all places except her own bed. She's usually caught sleeping on the living room sofas and beds, much to the Help's vexation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Ra-oMggW1SI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z9IW74RHSw8/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021417042378937634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Ra-oMggW1SI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z9IW74RHSw8/s320/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of her favourtite past times:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Ra-n0wgW1RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NxqobpXtsbU/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021416634357044498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Ra-n0wgW1RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NxqobpXtsbU/s320/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos: From Mama's collection.&lt;br /&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/36172289-5321488385845326856?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5321488385845326856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5321488385845326856&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5321488385845326856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5321488385845326856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/01/lizzie.html' title='Lizzie'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/Ra-oMggW1SI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z9IW74RHSw8/s72-c/DSC00951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3231511851440236543</id><published>2007-01-13T17:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:04:12.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>Just got the hang of using Flickr. Thank you all for your suggestions n help, especially to Ricky n Pete :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still trying to figure out how to use it along side Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marlees/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/marlees/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore suggestions will be highly appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-3231511851440236543?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3231511851440236543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3231511851440236543&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3231511851440236543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3231511851440236543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/01/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-594124684002909812</id><published>2007-01-12T22:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:36:52.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To do list for 2007:</title><content type='html'>1) Do my MA from anywhere, doesnt matter how shady the place might be.&lt;br /&gt;2) Stop buying books for the next 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;3) Walk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;4) Go for Dance classes regularly.&lt;br /&gt;5) Write letters n keep in touch with friends more often.&lt;br /&gt;6) Get back in shape!&lt;br /&gt;7) Stop talking n saying the wrong things at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;8) Stop expecting miracles to happen.&lt;br /&gt;9) Get over people.&lt;br /&gt;10) Stop brooding n having fun!&lt;br /&gt;11) Get back to writing n more writing.&lt;br /&gt;12) More singing.&lt;br /&gt;13) Laugh more often.&lt;br /&gt;14) Socialise more often.&lt;br /&gt;15) Cut down my phone bills.&lt;br /&gt;16) How could I forget, travel out of Delhi alone.&lt;br /&gt;17) To forgive n forget.&lt;br /&gt;18) Try to be regular to church! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a little late but I hope you guys have a great year ahead filled with love, happiness, smiles, hugs, peace n good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Query:&lt;br /&gt;Is Flickr a good option to upload my pics in the net? anyother alternatives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-594124684002909812?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/594124684002909812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=594124684002909812&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/594124684002909812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/594124684002909812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-do-list-for-2007.html' title='To do list for 2007:'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6493356169570824546</id><published>2007-01-09T15:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:16:56.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes:</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my dearest Mama! Thank you for all the patience and love for the past 23 yrs. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not flesh of my flesh&lt;br /&gt;Nor bone of my bone&lt;br /&gt;But still totally my own&lt;br /&gt;Never forget&lt;br /&gt;For a single minute&lt;br /&gt;You didnt grow under&lt;br /&gt;My heart but in it'&lt;br /&gt;-Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, that says it all about mothers. Ma celebrated her birthday yesterday. Was fun organising for the dinner, shopping with Nupur and cooking as well. I miss all that now. Its back to Delhi now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6493356169570824546?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6493356169570824546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6493356169570824546&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6493356169570824546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6493356169570824546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes:'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8330062960320941496</id><published>2006-12-29T22:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-30T08:44:03.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes:</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Chakshu!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a great year ahead filled with loads of new challenges and vistas that will leave you with feelings of achievement. I also hope you never lack in love and laughter and peace and that they protect you from any harm or pain. Thank you for all the late night calls, dispelling all my doubts talks and for all the other pleasant memories :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8330062960320941496?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8330062960320941496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8330062960320941496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8330062960320941496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8330062960320941496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes:'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5720155228926857649</id><published>2006-12-24T21:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:12.725+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>It good to be back home with the parents and the doggie. Im having fun feasting on good food and meeting up friends and relatives. I hope you guys have a merry and blessed Christmas as well. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Christmas decorations at home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY7sCA7rEhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PUrb3GPQIqM/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012202954664120850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY7sCA7rEhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PUrb3GPQIqM/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY7qNA7rEgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sQqBeTYwXS0/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012200944619426306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY7qNA7rEgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sQqBeTYwXS0/s320/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012132010394325490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY6rgg7rEfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/O4EreIjJ9v0/s320/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY6p1Q7rEdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/469vVhFwCNU/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012130167853355474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY6p1Q7rEdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/469vVhFwCNU/s320/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Star of Bethlehem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY6nuQ7rEcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ARxw0Q-lK6o/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012127848571015618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY6nuQ7rEcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ARxw0Q-lK6o/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Crib at Christ Church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY6mlQ7rEbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/25KIJ6qd3mo/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012126594440565170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY6mlQ7rEbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/25KIJ6qd3mo/s320/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will write more in a day or two. Take care people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/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/36172289-5720155228926857649?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5720155228926857649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5720155228926857649&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5720155228926857649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5720155228926857649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RY7sCA7rEhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PUrb3GPQIqM/s72-c/DSC01164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-4361869435070515657</id><published>2006-12-21T13:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-22T04:22:44.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wonder, smirk</title><content type='html'>Can I drop everything that shrouds me so protectively? Can I shed my facades just like the layers of an onion? Will every layer dropped sting your eyes and make you cry like the onion? Will you be happy to see me through your tears? Will it make you comfortable to see withen me? Im tired. I need to break away from everything so familiar and binding and yet so destructive. But what would all this do to you? Will you be alright? Or will I have to run after you and reassure you that everythings ok. That Im still me and will always be. Why should I be the one to do that? Can you not accept me with a blind fate? Like me. All I can do is wonder and smirk.&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, why an onion? Maybe because I was making some maggi with onions for breakfast.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-4361869435070515657?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4361869435070515657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=4361869435070515657&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4361869435070515657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/4361869435070515657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonder-and-smirk.html' title='Wonder, smirk'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-1832237947512153742</id><published>2006-12-21T09:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:08:21.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pete say's:</title><content type='html'>"No, you're not frigid, you just have tons of respect for yourself :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Petums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-1832237947512153742?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1832237947512153742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=1832237947512153742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1832237947512153742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1832237947512153742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/pete-says.html' title='Pete say&apos;s:'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6433821705682796175</id><published>2006-12-17T09:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-17T12:28:41.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward...</title><content type='html'>"They say the heart can break. That someone can dent it. Or gouge it. And then, its never the same..."&lt;br /&gt;-Sherman&lt;br /&gt;The Last Song of the Dusk&lt;br /&gt;by Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed its never the same. But its time to pack up all the scattered emotions and insanity. Its time to take another chance. Its time to get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6433821705682796175?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6433821705682796175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6433821705682796175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6433821705682796175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6433821705682796175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/moving-forward.html' title='Moving forward...'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-2645156567182890629</id><published>2006-12-16T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:06:29.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rana not the "Best Athlete"</title><content type='html'>Rana isnt the "Best Athlete" at Doha. He was infact one of the five nominees for the Most Valuable Players (MVP). All this fiasco because of the National Rifle Association of India (NRAI) and their stupidity. Why can't we have better managed sports associations and officials? Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-2645156567182890629?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2645156567182890629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=2645156567182890629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2645156567182890629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2645156567182890629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/rana-not-best-athlete.html' title='Rana not the &quot;Best Athlete&quot;'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8688549349949535046</id><published>2006-12-16T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:12.824+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kabul Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYPIrg7rEaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5NAGeeE-W4Q/s1600-h/movgal5044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009067860466274722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYPIrg7rEaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5NAGeeE-W4Q/s320/movgal5044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just got back watching Kabul Express. Wasn't expecting much from the movie since the TOI had rated it with only two and a half stars. But I liked the movie. A story completely different from the normal romantic movies that the Yash Raj banner usually boasts of. The bad guy played by Hanif Hum Gum is so good that John and Arshad pale in comparision. I don't even want to start on the American journalist played by Linda Arsenio. She is so irritating when she is whining about the Afghani Kebabs. The ending was heart wrenching. I even cried at the end (but I do that with every other movie!). My final opinion of the movie, worth watching atleast once.&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who went for a holiday to Kabul earlier this year and seeing this movie makes me think of what he'd risked when he decieded to go there. And the amount of courage he had to take that decision. I'm so proud of him :)&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Google Search&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8688549349949535046?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8688549349949535046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8688549349949535046&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8688549349949535046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8688549349949535046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/kabul-express.html' title='Kabul Express'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYPIrg7rEaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5NAGeeE-W4Q/s72-c/movgal5044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5022040191041363835</id><published>2006-12-16T10:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:12.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spread at Karim's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYN6vQ7rEYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1nhiKYOh-pY/s1600-h/IMG_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008982162983817602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYN6vQ7rEYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1nhiKYOh-pY/s320/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, what can I say? The food says it all-I invariably overeat, love 'rich' (read calories) food and am gluttonous. Gluttonous because I ate everything in the picture except for sharing half of the kheer with my friend. The food was lip smackingly delicious! :)&lt;br /&gt;Menu:&lt;br /&gt;Mutton Biryani, Mutton Qorma, Sheikh Kabeb, Tandoori Roti, Green Chutney, Onion slices and lemon and Kheer.&lt;br /&gt;Price:&lt;br /&gt;Rs 130 (Taxes included)&lt;br /&gt;Place:&lt;br /&gt;Jama Masjid, Delhi (ask for directions once you reach the Masjid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-5022040191041363835?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5022040191041363835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5022040191041363835&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5022040191041363835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5022040191041363835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/care-for-some-karims.html' title='Spread at Karim&apos;s'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYN6vQ7rEYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1nhiKYOh-pY/s72-c/IMG_2955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7957058199683680861</id><published>2006-12-14T08:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:13.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Delhi Christian Chorus in Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYDAPSPRriI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6nD1bnW290M/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008214154462473762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYDAPSPRriI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6nD1bnW290M/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yipppeee.....heres the concert picture at last! I love the architecture of this church, its all gothic and really ancient. I think I enjoyed singing better because of the beautiful interior! I love the background of the picture with the huge columns and intricate work on the stone. This is place is the Cathedral Church of Redemption in New Delhi. I have been attending sunday Service here since 1995. I haev so many pleasant memories attached with this place-my confirmation, weddings, choir practices, baptisims, sunday school, carolling during Christmas as well as crushes ;-)&lt;br /&gt;By the bye, can anybody take a random guess of where I am in the picture? :-) (not for people who have seen me!)&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Raja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7957058199683680861?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7957058199683680861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7957058199683680861&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7957058199683680861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7957058199683680861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/delhi-christian-chorus-in-concert.html' title='The Delhi Christian Chorus in Concert'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYDAPSPRriI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6nD1bnW290M/s72-c/DSC00295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3410406044891524973</id><published>2006-12-14T08:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:13.607+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Capital City Minstrels in Concert</title><content type='html'>The programme booklet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYDKEiPRrjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jyBwP774niQ/s1600-h/IMG_2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008224964895157810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYDKEiPRrjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jyBwP774niQ/s320/IMG_2995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire choir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYC9piPRrhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6tH3viVAiIA/s1600-h/IMG_2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008211306899156498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYC9piPRrhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6tH3viVAiIA/s320/IMG_2981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ensemble:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYC9PyPRrgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4pMF1DQ1oVE/s1600-h/IMG_2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008210864517524994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYC9PyPRrgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4pMF1DQ1oVE/s320/IMG_2975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's a Song in the Air-A Christmas Medley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: Tuesday, 12 December, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place: India Habitat Centre&lt;br /&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/36172289-3410406044891524973?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3410406044891524973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3410406044891524973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3410406044891524973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3410406044891524973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/capital-city-minstrels-in-concert.html' title='The Capital City Minstrels in Concert'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RYDKEiPRrjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jyBwP774niQ/s72-c/IMG_2995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3633821923988283527</id><published>2006-12-13T18:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:13.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Niche withen Kinari Bazar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX_2VSPRreI/AAAAAAAAADs/9CPkusilNBE/s1600-h/IMG_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007992156192878050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX_2VSPRreI/AAAAAAAAADs/9CPkusilNBE/s320/IMG_2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what me and my friend stumbled upon in the middle of Kinari Bazar. Loved the serenity of the place.&lt;br /&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/36172289-3633821923988283527?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3633821923988283527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3633821923988283527&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3633821923988283527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3633821923988283527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/niche-withen-kinari-bazar.html' title='Niche withen Kinari Bazar'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX_2VSPRreI/AAAAAAAAADs/9CPkusilNBE/s72-c/IMG_2947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5021326387198299074</id><published>2006-12-13T17:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:14.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ornate Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX_y9SPRrdI/AAAAAAAAADg/w4YdkMEidQU/s1600-h/IMG_2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007988445341134290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX_y9SPRrdI/AAAAAAAAADg/w4YdkMEidQU/s320/IMG_2948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the sort of entrances I got to see the now of houses at Kinari Bazar. Wouldnt mind living with such an entry point for 'sometime'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-5021326387198299074?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5021326387198299074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5021326387198299074&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5021326387198299074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5021326387198299074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/ornate-entry.html' title='Ornate Entry'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX_y9SPRrdI/AAAAAAAAADg/w4YdkMEidQU/s72-c/IMG_2948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6946952716390225704</id><published>2006-12-13T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:14.377+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Decrepit Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX-KuiPRrcI/AAAAAAAAADU/zPAB9g7ZaJM/s1600-h/IMG_2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007873842728775106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX-KuiPRrcI/AAAAAAAAADU/zPAB9g7ZaJM/s320/IMG_2950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the door. Even went felt the old lock. Not a very good picture. But I still like it. Didnt have too much memory space in the cam.&lt;br /&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/36172289-6946952716390225704?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6946952716390225704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6946952716390225704&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6946952716390225704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6946952716390225704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/decrepit-door.html' title='Decrepit Door'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX-KuiPRrcI/AAAAAAAAADU/zPAB9g7ZaJM/s72-c/IMG_2950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-5545375313307321718</id><published>2006-12-13T10:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:14.551+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Temple at Kinari Bazar niche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX-JNSPRrbI/AAAAAAAAADI/og0x6foHdy4/s1600-h/IMG_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007872171986496946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX-JNSPRrbI/AAAAAAAAADI/og0x6foHdy4/s320/IMG_2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This temple was at the very end of the niche in Kinari Bazar. I can imagine myself sitting here n reading on a sunny morning! One can always imagine!&lt;br /&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/36172289-5545375313307321718?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5545375313307321718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=5545375313307321718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5545375313307321718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/5545375313307321718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/temple-at-kinari-bazar-niche.html' title='Temple at Kinari Bazar niche'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX-JNSPRrbI/AAAAAAAAADI/og0x6foHdy4/s72-c/IMG_2951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-896856621426912746</id><published>2006-12-13T09:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:14.715+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When the Gods walk amongst mortals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX9_8iPRraI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dZdvAcQLM8c/s1600-h/IMG_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007861988619038114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX9_8iPRraI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dZdvAcQLM8c/s320/IMG_2938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This place is opposite the Jain Temple in Chandni Chowk. Theres a popular Chatwalla next to a Temple. So this place is packed for better part of the day. Through this picture I like to think that the gods mingle with humans in different guises. Reminds me of the text I had to study in college, Homer's The Illiad. Most of the text was about the squabbles of the Gods and the consequences for their mostly unwanted, interference amongst the mortals. So much for a divine intervention? Speaking of which I still havent watched Troy even though it was based on Homers text. Anybody watched Troy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-896856621426912746?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/896856621426912746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=896856621426912746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/896856621426912746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/896856621426912746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-gods-walk-with-mortals.html' title='When the Gods walk amongst mortals'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX9_8iPRraI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dZdvAcQLM8c/s72-c/IMG_2938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-1884191302934631856</id><published>2006-12-13T09:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:14.811+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mistress of Spices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX98vSPRrZI/AAAAAAAAACw/wrJpvloPJ8Q/s1600-h/IMG_2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007858462450888082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX98vSPRrZI/AAAAAAAAACw/wrJpvloPJ8Q/s320/IMG_2910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah, success atlast. Took this picture while on my walk in Chandni Chowk. She was sitting outside the huge State Bank of India(SBI) building. She was quite happy to oblige me with a pose :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-Title borrowed from Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni's book with the same title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-1884191302934631856?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1884191302934631856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=1884191302934631856&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1884191302934631856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/1884191302934631856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/mistress-of-spices.html' title='The Mistress of Spices'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RX98vSPRrZI/AAAAAAAAACw/wrJpvloPJ8Q/s72-c/IMG_2910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7686859435068257736</id><published>2006-12-13T09:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:17:53.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Way to go, Rana</title><content type='html'>Yippee...Jaspal Rasa has silenced his critiques with him becoming the Best Athlete at the Doha Asiad...Another Stephanian excelling! Here's hoping he continues like this until teh next Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I still cant upload my pics. I do hope its the crappy net connection and nothing pertaining to the laptop :-o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7686859435068257736?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7686859435068257736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7686859435068257736&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7686859435068257736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7686859435068257736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/way-to-go-rana.html' title='Way to go, Rana'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-6551223070014646091</id><published>2006-12-13T00:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-13T05:46:24.084+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What have I been up to?</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to upload pictures since this afternoon. Cant! My net connection is crap. Will try putting up the pics by tomorrow evening. Thought I should write down whats been happening the last few days. Its been so chaotic yet fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Concert with the Delhi Christian Chorus (henceforth DCC) on Sunday evening was brilliant. We performed twice and I thought the first show was more of a warm up for the choir! I think we made lesser mistake is the second show compared to the first. Hopefully the audience was oblivious to the said mistakes! We sang a selection ranging from Mozart (commemorating his 250th birth anniversary), Jazz, Christmas music and Gospel music. It is such a satisfying feeling to sing withen a beautiful cathedral. The Cathedral was packed for both the shows with many friends making it for the show and many others who couldnt. But it was good to meet people from School, College and Church after such a long time! Both my favourite teachers came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started Monday late in the afternoon. Went for a walk to Old Delhi. Took the Metro from DU to Chandni Chowk. Took loads of pictures of everything, from people to buildings to lamp posts to flowers. As we (me and my friend, who lives in Old Delhi) were ambling through Kinari Bazar, we came across this niche which opened to a row of houses. And each house had an ornate entrance more like what one would expect in a temple! Somewhere in the middle of the row of houses was this old decrepit door which so reminded me of the Moghul era. I was expecting a nimble courtesan to appear anytime! And then at the very end was a temple made of marble. The place was so beautifully serene in the late evening light. Also went by to the Silver market where I plan to go back for some Silver jewellry shopping. Gorged on loads of street food like Dahi Bhalla, Alu Chat and Kachoris at the Parathawali Gali. Then we took a rickshaw till Jama Masjid and had a sumptuous dinner of Mutton Biryani, Mutton Qorma, Sheikh Kabeb and Kheer at Karim's. Oh here I need to add that my companion is a pure vegetarian and yet he accompanied me to Karim's when he cant even stand the smell of meat! If you're reading this, thanks buddy! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Got back home early and Sonu, my childhood friend came over and we had a midnigth meal at 4AM(!!!). We have some crazy timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning was restday. Well, apart from trying to upload my pics for close to three hours. Planned to go for the Capital City Minstrels (CCM) Chritsmas Concert at the ICC. So here I was all dressed up in a nice long skirt which doesnt let me take big steps, heels and beads round my neck. Essentially looking all glam. Again I took the Metro from DU to India Gate adn then an auto to IIC (India International Centre). I walk in only to be told that theres no such programme happening there! Then I guessed it may be happening at the IHC (India Habitat Centre). So here I was, hopping, skipping and running with my skirt perched up till my knees. Yes, I was a funny sight! My guess was right. Reached the 'right' venue 15 minutes late but worth all the misadventure. The CCM sang Christmas music as well as pieces by Mozart. Met my teacher from College who is now the director of CCM. She remembered me for not attending too many of her lectures! Also met the older members of the CCM who my father sang with while he was in Delhi. They all said the same-how I've grown and changed. I hope they meant how beautiful I have become. Lol. No, im not too modest when it comes to my looks :-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this fairly summarises all the things I've been upto! Oh, before I finish this post, I also want to thank everyone whos been dropping a line of comfort for me(Sandeep, Mehak, Ricky and Sanguine). It was such a nice gesture :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, its time for bed. Good night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-6551223070014646091?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6551223070014646091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=6551223070014646091&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6551223070014646091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/6551223070014646091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='What have I been up to?'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-7856365988114589721</id><published>2006-12-11T03:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-13T06:09:42.711+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lovefool</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if Im a hopeless fool? Yes, I am. But I'd rather be the hopeless fool than the bimbo you want me to be. And after everything, its ironical and pathetic. Yeah, pathetic as much for you as it is for me. Ironical because you never loved me.&lt;br /&gt;And I still miss you...&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you have taken over me and my life. Im not saying I dont have a life without you. I love my life but its so difficult not to miss your presence when im reading a book curled up under the blanket, the messages, the drives, the silly jokes. Remember you singing to/with me? :-) And your James Bond pose in your Raybans? How can I forget all the hugs and the love and the warmth and the feeling of being sheltered by you? Theres never a day when I dont think about you with affection and misgiving. And each time I mourn your going away the tears never seem to stop. And every time I could cry like its the first. I also remember and laugh at the funny times and silly jokes. The tears alternate with laughter and smiles and most of all an abysmal sense of emptiness, of loneliness and longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I still miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-7856365988114589721?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7856365988114589721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=7856365988114589721&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7856365988114589721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/7856365988114589721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/lovefool.html' title='Lovefool'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-2266681818020142220</id><published>2006-12-08T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:15.669+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Lunch</title><content type='html'>Had some friends come over for lunch yesterday...I find it therapeutic to cook for others as well as myself...I find it a good way to unwind. And I also cant loose my cool while cooking coz I'd have to eat the end result (whether good or bad!). Here's some of the pictures of the lunch.&lt;br /&gt;The spread consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;Rice&lt;br /&gt;Rajma&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Curry (which turned out too watery!)&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable Sabzi&lt;br /&gt;Boiled Beans&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXkiDRSOeII/AAAAAAAAABg/BQR_GwHf9YU/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006069900373817474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXkiDRSOeII/AAAAAAAAABg/BQR_GwHf9YU/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's Loky's plate. It does look good!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXkhSBSOeHI/AAAAAAAAABY/oUdlIDV4twA/s1600-h/IMG_2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006069054265260146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXkhSBSOeHI/AAAAAAAAABY/oUdlIDV4twA/s320/IMG_2833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Guinea pigs, Loky and Sonu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXkgtxSOeGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKcJs1-RU20/s1600-h/IMG_2831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006068431495002210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXkgtxSOeGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RKcJs1-RU20/s320/IMG_2831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh have a look at the VCD Loky's holding, its a Tamil movie, KAKA KAKA...Had Loky translating the entire movie...even the emotional scences. It was hilarious but he did a good job. The movie? Not bad at all. Story of an IPS officer and the trials they have to face. I think I have a crush on the main actor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rounded off the evening with a nice cup of ginger tea and cookies (in the box):&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXkgKhSOeFI/AAAAAAAAABI/sPYSO7ABZOg/s1600-h/IMG_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006067825904613458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXkgKhSOeFI/AAAAAAAAABI/sPYSO7ABZOg/s320/IMG_2837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all a fun filled afternoon! Had the final rehearsals for the concert after that. Excited! I do hope the concert goess off well. Pray for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/36172289-2266681818020142220?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2266681818020142220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=2266681818020142220&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2266681818020142220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/2266681818020142220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/chicken-lunch.html' title='Chicken Lunch'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXkiDRSOeII/AAAAAAAAABg/BQR_GwHf9YU/s72-c/IMG_2828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-3293230004309034275</id><published>2006-12-05T17:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:01:15.855+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SAD-Seasonal Affective Disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXVe77rLNwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ndkM9GMUQIM/s1600-h/IMG_2699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005010944616249090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXVe77rLNwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ndkM9GMUQIM/s320/IMG_2699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres no sunshine in Delhi! Will have to make do with cozy lampshades and a heater to get through yet another dreary winter. I think I Suffer from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) or Winter depression :-( &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/36172289-3293230004309034275?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3293230004309034275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=3293230004309034275&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3293230004309034275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/3293230004309034275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad-seasonal-affective-disorder.html' title='SAD-Seasonal Affective Disorder'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YlbdU6WhSsc/RXVe77rLNwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ndkM9GMUQIM/s72-c/IMG_2699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36172289.post-8334389120060680794</id><published>2006-12-03T21:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:28:15.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hats Off to DELHI POLICE</title><content type='html'>I know that me commending the Delhi police might raise some eyebrows but then what happened last night has made me see these khaki clad men with new insight now. Here's what happened: I was on my way to work and right in front of my cab was this bike with two guys. There was a Maruti 800 that came from behind and hit the bike so hard that both the occupants fell off the bike with the bike taking a 180 degree turn bang on the middle of the road. The pillion riders helmet came off due to the impact of the jolt of the Maruti. Thankfully there werent too many cars speeding by otherwise the accident could have been more worse, even gory. The maruti driver tried to get away despite the bike driver trying to stop him. What would have become a hit and run accident was saved due to the vigilance of the PCR Van nearby. The PSR Van chased the Maruti driver for about 4 minutes and caught up with him. Now that was something not really expected what with the Police being one of the most corrupt departments in the government. But then again, with this episode I still have some faith for the Law and Order of the country. Hats off to you once again, Delhi Police! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a shoe shopping expedition. Yes, expedition because its such a pain to shop with a limited budget :-I But I managed to get a good pair from GK I, M Block Market. Its nice and strappy. Even though im not into the tie-up sandals type, I had to take it because it did look good on me! Alright I am coming to the price: was priced at Rs 1050 but managed to sweet talk the shop keeper to give it to me for Rs 900 (!!!) I should become a pro at flirting with Shopkeepers pretty soon ;-) lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36172289-8334389120060680794?l=marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8334389120060680794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36172289&amp;postID=8334389120060680794&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8334389120060680794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36172289/posts/default/8334389120060680794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlee-everythingbutanything.blogspot.com/2006/12/hats-off-to-delhi-police.html' title='Hats Off to DELHI POLICE'/><author><name>Marlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097316371101241011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/marlee_et/IMG_0254.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
