<?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-6875754240799161921</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:55:53.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's a bitter sweet symphony, that's life...</title><subtitle type='html'>short, sweet girl... (self flattery... watch out..)
big eyes.... (listen to Big Eyed Fish by Dave Mathews... check out the sax... awesome... now coming back to the topic)
slender fingers.. 
BATA size 4...
love earrings.... always wearin' kajal...
Love the colour blue..
i love music... dun mind pop either...
i love my job... :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-7409625138949129986</id><published>2011-07-04T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:17:55.705+05:30</updated><title type='text'>and always wonder why</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all our worlds subside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With everything inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And always wonder why (we carry on) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And always wonder why (we sing this song) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And always wonder why (we carry on) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And always wonder why (now you are gone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll carry on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll sing this song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-the pineapple thief - 3000 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUJzNuZ_wQ8&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL0BCD9F64791D069D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUJzNuZ_wQ8&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL0BCD9F64791D069D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&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/6875754240799161921-7409625138949129986?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7409625138949129986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=7409625138949129986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/7409625138949129986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/7409625138949129986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-always-wonder-why.html' title='and always wonder why'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-2687819045503102506</id><published>2011-04-11T23:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:57:31.202+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWvlRIfWPrE/TaNEI1QWJvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wwPl305B2Q4/s1600/mother%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWvlRIfWPrE/TaNEI1QWJvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wwPl305B2Q4/s200/mother%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594390080649570034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a thing of beauty, a joy forever she said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mother...&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/6875754240799161921-2687819045503102506?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2687819045503102506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=2687819045503102506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/2687819045503102506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/2687819045503102506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/04/mother.html' title='mother'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWvlRIfWPrE/TaNEI1QWJvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wwPl305B2Q4/s72-c/mother%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-8054833084754120169</id><published>2011-04-07T15:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:05:38.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"i want clear skin"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MERkTNkYlyM/TZ2Pctf9pOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6bEaBMQXP6o/s1600/not%2Bbeautiful%2Banymore.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MERkTNkYlyM/TZ2Pctf9pOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6bEaBMQXP6o/s200/not%2Bbeautiful%2Banymore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592784035676792034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Among other things, this thought crossed my mind when i was trying to look nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;nah! wait... that's a lie... :) when i was trying to look &lt;b&gt;'hotter'&lt;/b&gt;... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;what's the point of clear skin though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it isn't going to make me a better person someday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it isn't going to fetch me wisdom or experience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it wouldn't feed a needy, hungry child... it wouldn't help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; anyone else for any reason....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it cannot bring rains to a broken land, or fill the hour clock with some more sand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it definitely wouldn't bring back anyone from the dead.. totally wouldn't let me take back what i've said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it couldn't make a troubled soul smile... couldn't take me down the aisle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it couldn't accompany a lonely soul... or shed light on a dirty hole...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it wouldn't cover a secret revealed... nor definitely grant me a desirable appeal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;contemplates&gt;&lt;/contemplates&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;all in all this is what i see... that a clear skin cannot make me feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but then again this feeling stirred... it hurt me bad when you looked at her...&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/6875754240799161921-8054833084754120169?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8054833084754120169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=8054833084754120169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/8054833084754120169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/8054833084754120169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/04/among-other-things-this-thought-crossed.html' title='&quot;i want clear skin&quot;'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MERkTNkYlyM/TZ2Pctf9pOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6bEaBMQXP6o/s72-c/not%2Bbeautiful%2Banymore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-2294283804936303440</id><published>2011-03-16T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-16T11:31:22.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>oh no :(</title><content type='html'>heart broken about something... and i wish this time that it is something that cannot be repaired, for it shall keep me sane and make me stronger... i hope and pray with all my might for that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-2294283804936303440?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2294283804936303440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=2294283804936303440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/2294283804936303440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/2294283804936303440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-no.html' title='oh no :('/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-5119058235334352529</id><published>2011-03-15T19:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:14:00.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>meh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;Scenic view&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;A pleasant feel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;I dig a grave&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:#1D1B11;mso-themecolor:background2; mso-themeshade:26"&gt;In search for thee...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-5119058235334352529?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5119058235334352529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=5119058235334352529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/5119058235334352529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/5119058235334352529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/03/meh.html' title='meh!'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-554495841316072213</id><published>2011-02-25T14:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:43:37.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So... i have completed 3 weeks on my own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;not too much accomplished but at least i know what i can and cannot do now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it isn't easy though... loneliness gets to you...but then again, that's the reason why i did this... to get used to myself.. to be comfortable with myself... it's going good for a bit now... need to figure out certain other domestic requirements as soon as possible...&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/6875754240799161921-554495841316072213?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/554495841316072213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=554495841316072213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/554495841316072213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/554495841316072213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-1306005891077545286</id><published>2011-02-17T23:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:08:08.851+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i get hooked on to one song and let it loop for days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;present favortite: Bouncing off clouds by Tori Amos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;it's been the only song i've heard all day and expect it to stay for tomorrow as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;reasons why it could be what it is - this whole 'trip'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;mood the song sets is just right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;it reminds me of who i am when i've lost my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;it reminds me of who i should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "&gt;it lets me 'pause' the environment of my life... the fact that i listen to the same song over and over again, subconsciously makes me feel like i'm stuck in the same 4 minutes 8 seconds as the previous one... this way, i'm moving but not moving forward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;it gives me company... if i'm sad, i listen to a sad song.. if happy then a happy-happy song... else it's just very bleh!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;if i'm sad and i play a happy song, i'd feel the i'm mocking my own feelings.. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;so right now... i'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bouncing off of clouds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;fav part:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;Make it easy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;Make this easy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not as heavy as it seems&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;Wrapped in metal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;Wrapped in ivy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;Paint it in mint ice cream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;- TA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-1306005891077545286?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1306005891077545286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=1306005891077545286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/1306005891077545286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/1306005891077545286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-get-hooked-on-to-one-song-and-let-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-1524991010677362409</id><published>2011-02-16T21:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:11:38.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>try breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sitting here alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It feels like everything’s so fake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;‘love will keep us alive’ she’s singing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOL!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m running from love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don’t see the point&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have something new now that bugs me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It pricks me at times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I want it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then again. I can’t have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It’s what life is about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or maybe if you tried breathing and food!!! (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;‘you were searching for a place to hide’ it seems… haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-1524991010677362409?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1524991010677362409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=1524991010677362409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/1524991010677362409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/1524991010677362409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/try-breathing.html' title='try breathing'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-6480443824240938029</id><published>2011-02-15T12:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:52:26.051+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flyte thoughts... Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I’m riding through the traffic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;And I’m wondering. . . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;"What if just because I think it will, that it wont happen?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;"What if… Go sees right through my thoughts and makes sure of an accident just when I feel I’m on a cushion???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-6480443824240938029?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6480443824240938029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=6480443824240938029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/6480443824240938029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/6480443824240938029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/flyte-thoughts-part-1.html' title='Flyte thoughts... Part 1'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-2823940835928762601</id><published>2011-02-10T13:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-10T13:30:16.129+05:30</updated><title type='text'>like seriously!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;is this right or is this wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;feeling a sense of warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;surrounds me with a million songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;are we stuck in a storm&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/6875754240799161921-2823940835928762601?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2823940835928762601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=2823940835928762601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/2823940835928762601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/2823940835928762601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-seriously.html' title='like seriously!!!'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-5685452496878969984</id><published>2011-02-02T15:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:00:25.858+05:30</updated><title type='text'>while i wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;tingly tingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;sweet and sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;confused but dazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i am, but i dare!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;move, it is i make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;on the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;music is playing, it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;you and i on the same page!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i'm deflowering on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i'm excited constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;shape shift and thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i can't wait any longer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-5685452496878969984?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5685452496878969984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=5685452496878969984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/5685452496878969984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/5685452496878969984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/while-i-wait.html' title='while i wait'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-785362379347114275</id><published>2011-02-02T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:58:17.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>(&gt;.&lt;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;its a freaky gory place you've gotten yourself into...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;now you have to move... the music you must sway to...&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/6875754240799161921-785362379347114275?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/785362379347114275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=785362379347114275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/785362379347114275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/785362379347114275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='(&gt;.&lt;)'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-1982038895176074680</id><published>2011-01-17T01:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-17T01:03:21.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Built: Not to be destroyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a meek soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whose life lives in itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warm walls but the insides fell cold and empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selfish desires for love and devotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i have isn't enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i've been given to give to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've kept it inside waiting for a single soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only one who doesn't want it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only one who can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a meek soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this choice i cannot make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd rather give what i have to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to one but to many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;send to many, in tiny bits like my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broken shattered but which is still worthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for what i have built within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so strong over the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot be given away to the heavens or the hells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not so easily as a catch of the breath or a slit of the vein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muddled sense of belonging to none yet to everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-1982038895176074680?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1982038895176074680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=1982038895176074680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/1982038895176074680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/1982038895176074680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/01/built-not-to-be-destroyed.html' title='Built: Not to be destroyed'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-6162173232871880119</id><published>2011-01-09T00:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:27:48.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't read a lot. And 'proactively' (a word used 'Oh! So often!!!') I don't look through the papers or surf the net!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hot damn! I don't even glance through the paper-back of a book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, reading/learning is everything in this age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I signed into Twitter for all the wrong reasons. Selfish mostly. However, being on twitter and 'leaking' your thoughts isn't the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I do not share any news/info that would benefit anyone else (as of now :) ). Instead, what I do is try and follow individuals who could give me a better insight. There's like a million things I would need to read and that I COULD read online. But the ones you get on twitter are screened by someone already. Thanks people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Kudos to one and all. Will try posting something of relevance soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal opinion: Follow @jessie_paul and @andybeal. \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Purvika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-6162173232871880119?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6162173232871880119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=6162173232871880119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/6162173232871880119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/6162173232871880119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-usually-dont-read-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-4967998354597079636</id><published>2011-01-05T21:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:02:29.737+05:30</updated><title type='text'>phew!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/TSSdF81AkKI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Vk2p146ASU/s1600/emo-skmle%252Cjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/TSSdF81AkKI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Vk2p146ASU/s320/emo-skmle%252Cjpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558740565635403938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the need for voices has stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mind altering methods gave way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;silly reasoning's have flopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;enroute to eternal bliss&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/6875754240799161921-4967998354597079636?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4967998354597079636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=4967998354597079636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/4967998354597079636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/4967998354597079636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/01/phew.html' title='phew!!!'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/TSSdF81AkKI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Vk2p146ASU/s72-c/emo-skmle%252Cjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-7410535631322938723</id><published>2011-01-04T11:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:07:39.862+05:30</updated><title type='text'>rummaging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I sit here and I think&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is it that moves my soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Is it the music in my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lines connecting through all the dots&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The dark night sky with twinkles of hope&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The lady that wanders through my thoughts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The care of a woman’s bosom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or the silvers in the morning bright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wind in my arms like flying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The breeze and clear green sight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It’s the tiny things that mean the most&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything I mentioned I would raise a toast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Singing in my heart I heard myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Being down-the-trodden that did help&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;‘i' is now an entity, one who is whole&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who always existed but never was told&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be in love with ‘i' was hard to do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But now it isn’t late nor too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-7410535631322938723?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7410535631322938723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=7410535631322938723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/7410535631322938723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/7410535631322938723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/01/rummaging.html' title='rummaging'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-3416779056348065668</id><published>2011-01-03T17:59:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:06:06.408+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/TSHE5dFEp8I/AAAAAAAAADY/aZ8dMr7EWig/s320/mirror_reflection.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 244px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557939906489395138" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I do not choose to be this way,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It is who ‘i’ is..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I do not choose to twist the stairs,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Of which a part he is…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I do not wish to breathe the air,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;If it means a lack to him..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I do not need no light to stare,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;If his world goes dim…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I would rather sink below his feet,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Than let him see my face..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For all he needs is love i know,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Not from me but from my grace…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-3416779056348065668?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3416779056348065668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=3416779056348065668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/3416779056348065668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/3416779056348065668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/TSHE5dFEp8I/AAAAAAAAADY/aZ8dMr7EWig/s72-c/mirror_reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-3981767429905923133</id><published>2010-02-18T21:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:16:34.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>techNOlogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/S31f9LSu_HI/AAAAAAAAADE/pO2t-EeleBU/s1600-h/bloggis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/S31f9LSu_HI/AAAAAAAAADE/pO2t-EeleBU/s320/bloggis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439609429541452914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I imagined, that once there is innovation in life, people wouldn't pick going back to basics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Change is inevitable, but everyone has a choice... and someone  &lt;:)&gt;chose to make me happy the best way he knew how... and i... wouldn't have been happier with anything else but what i got that day.. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;i believed that this v'day i'd get some sort of an e-love letter or super-duper application... a text message... a call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;but this is what i got... flowers and chocolates... and 'i love u' written with something that is a part of my daily life... :) i cried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;life brings so much more joy when it hits you in the face organically! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Cheers to everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Have a great life and love yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;-Puri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PS: the chocolate... i earned it... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-3981767429905923133?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3981767429905923133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=3981767429905923133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/3981767429905923133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/3981767429905923133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2010/02/technology.html' title='techNOlogy'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/S31f9LSu_HI/AAAAAAAAADE/pO2t-EeleBU/s72-c/bloggis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-4175262323626162543</id><published>2010-02-16T01:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:18:55.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prayers don't work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/S3myxyIYjdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NkGN9WzwjDc/s1600-h/emo-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/S3myxyIYjdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NkGN9WzwjDc/s320/emo-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438574593366855122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I live my life in a paranoid city..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Leaves grow grey…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Filled with walls all I can see is a troubled highway…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I fear to take the way out of here..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All I fear is the dark..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I do try to muster more than I can feel..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Its no use to a soul as weak..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sadistic I am so I claim that its life out to get me..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want to feel invisible.. I am what I believe I am..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I is capable of proving myself right TO myself..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why is it I can’t dare myself far enough to overpower the self..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To keep my love in peace…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- February 16th&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1:08am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-4175262323626162543?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4175262323626162543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=4175262323626162543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-7550882544883424489</id><published>2009-11-25T17:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:22:52.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To wake my baby up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is nothing... i'm just waking my baby up from her long slumber!!! its been over a year since i've posted something.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;know what i like about this??? :) after reading my year-old post, i know what exactly i was tripping on Oct 23rd of last year :) crowded house... pop-rock... and now into grunge.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;brilliant! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways... i've come across a number of funny things lately!!! i'll try and post something soon!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-7550882544883424489?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7550882544883424489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=7550882544883424489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/7550882544883424489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/7550882544883424489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-wake-my-baby-up.html' title='To wake my baby up!!!'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-702789366158417050</id><published>2008-10-23T00:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:22:51.567+05:30</updated><title type='text'>They talk to me, birds talk to me!!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No time no place to talk about the weather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The promise of love is hard to  ignore&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You said the chance wasnt getting any better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Labour of love is ours  to endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest branch on the apple tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my favourite place  to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear them braking free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they could not see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will  run for shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless summer lift the curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like nothing  matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our private universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all I want is that simple  enough???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a whole lot more Im thinking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night about six  oclock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds come back to the palm to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talk to me, birds talk  to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will run for shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless summer  lift the curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like nothing matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our private  universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a pleasure that I have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a treasure that I  have gained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a pleasure that I have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a tight squeeze but I  wont let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is on the table and the dinners cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will run for  shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless summer lift the curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like nothing matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our  private universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 'Private Universe' by Crowded House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-702789366158417050?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/702789366158417050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=702789366158417050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/702789366158417050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/702789366158417050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-talk-to-me-birds-talk-to-me.html' title='They talk to me, birds talk to me!!! =)'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-8729034670899310158</id><published>2008-08-26T12:20:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:39:00.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>25th August, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a new dawn has broken&lt;br /&gt;on old hearts and new.&lt;br /&gt;of faces in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;and sweet kisses in the dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new song has been figured&lt;br /&gt;with no chords to go with.&lt;br /&gt;and my heart won't even budge now&lt;br /&gt;does not know where to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet is the memory&lt;br /&gt;of one's strength when passed.&lt;br /&gt;in the world where emotions&lt;br /&gt;meant nothing to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard is the feeling&lt;br /&gt;that sinks you in grief.&lt;br /&gt;when you see what you've chosen&lt;br /&gt;and the difference in belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid are my thoughts now&lt;br /&gt;to feel that this might help.&lt;br /&gt;writing down rhyming words here&lt;br /&gt;to show my inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do i write to myself?&lt;br /&gt;why can't i write to the source?&lt;br /&gt;the source of all this frustration,&lt;br /&gt;sadly the source to all this force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking hard i tell myself&lt;br /&gt;the truth that i see.&lt;br /&gt;the source is here within my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;the source is in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-8729034670899310158?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8729034670899310158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=8729034670899310158' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/8729034670899310158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/8729034670899310158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/25th-august-2008.html' title='25th August, 2008'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-69870299468716029</id><published>2008-06-25T15:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:11:14.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>aaachhhhhhhhhhhho... excuse me...</title><content type='html'>there are lot of times when i don't mind people tripping on me... i let them have their free will and don't not get back with wise-cracks which would hurt them.. why is it that i realize that something would hurt and they see right through it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it mean that each time someone takes your $hit you run around taking advantage of the situation and make yourself look supposedly like the bigger man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met someone today... he never spoke to me for like eternity... and today for the first time interacts... his behavior... he either likes me a lot or dun care a flying *u*k about my existence... i don't really care if he hates me or not... but... try keeping off of my back... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when someone teases you to the level of making you feel uncomfortable with yourself... and when that happens is when i get cheezed off to make myself write something like this online... not sure if he would read this... hope he does and gets it... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of working now. i sit and write my sorrows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i tried to be real nice to him... spoke to him about music and likes... but he would end with a statement... about what you ask!!! about me having a cold... aaaaaachoooooo... excuse me if my germs bother you.. i can't help it.. they have a mind of their own...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-69870299468716029?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/69870299468716029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/69870299468716029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaachhhhhhhhhhhho-excuse-me.html' title='aaachhhhhhhhhhhho... excuse me...'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-559720719282387531</id><published>2008-06-24T16:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:44:03.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All alone.... (Saturnus)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"I'm standing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Watcing the clouds float by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Wondering why the pain never deserted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; The sadness, sorrow, bewilderness that never left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; (...the moments of joy I never kept)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; I'm flying away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Holding hands with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Sharing life with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Reaping the loneliness I've sown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; In these fields I've always grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Digging the blackness from my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; I will die all alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;This is what i tell myself each time i feel myself getting sucked into loneliness to make me feel better about the place i am going to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;and it actually helps... :) i end up feeling like all that i need is me... forever.. to hold hands with myself and share my life with MYSELF... then... when i think all is done and all is good... begin to imagine what he would have felt while writing this song.. the tune is so, human... it seems so sad, but trying to be reborn as a stronger tune... a mixed, confused set of guitar plucking with bloody harmony just crying at you, but at the same time trying to be strong making me want to be that way too... to be just OKAY with where i am right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;then i open my eyes.. look back at the present of my future... and i know... i can choose to be all alone or not... i chose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-559720719282387531?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/559720719282387531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=559720719282387531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/559720719282387531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/559720719282387531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-alone-saturnus.html' title='All alone.... (Saturnus)'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-281215685247374745</id><published>2007-09-26T03:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-26T04:33:04.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hmmm??!!! maddy... is that you??? is this what's happening???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/RvmTnOkIqHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sWowPSqcSfw/s1600-h/Knot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114281153989748850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/RvmTnOkIqHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sWowPSqcSfw/s200/Knot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/RvmTROkIqGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fNzsEa2GSZM/s1600-h/Knot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ch)that I wanted were things I had before&lt;br /&gt;All that I needed I never needed more&lt;br /&gt;All of my questions are answers to my sins&lt;br /&gt;All of my endings waiting to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the way but I falter&lt;br /&gt;Can't be afraid of my patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There's a sacred place Razel keeps safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me (Follow me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've seen so much I'm blind again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Follow me (Follow me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so bad I'm alive again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Follow me (Follow me)&lt;strong&gt; ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;....................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Circle- by Slipknot... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins like how i feel Maddy's mind is working... The noises and sounds remind me of the mixed up feelings and the confusion that he must have felt(or is still feeling..)&lt;br /&gt;he gave me the song when he was going through the most silliest of instances of love cases that i've ever seen.. BUT.. now i realise that it would'nt have been silly for him... If he were to feel the way he claims to have, that he could relate EXACTLY to what the chorus has to say, I am sorry Maddy cuz I never understood you then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music's nice... and all i can sing in this song is the lead which follows the actual lead which is louder.. sigh... PS: both parts are exactly the same with a second delay... :D but it rocks...&lt;br /&gt;the chorus caught my attention... amazing lines... :) wish i were the one who came up with those... :-&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts: I could not write anything in this blog, not even copy-&gt;paste the lyrics unless I were listening to the song... ???? puzzled?? me too... :-o&lt;br /&gt;Now the song's ending and I dun wanna kill the feeling by repeating the song... so... tata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for stopping by :) and if you din get any continuity in the lines above, well, that's the point ;) cya....&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/6875754240799161921-281215685247374745?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/281215685247374745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=281215685247374745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/281215685247374745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/281215685247374745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmmm-maddy-is-that-you-is-this-whats.html' title='hmmm??!!! maddy... is that you??? is this what&apos;s happening???'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/RvmTnOkIqHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sWowPSqcSfw/s72-c/Knot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875754240799161921.post-7615478794509035536</id><published>2007-02-20T20:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:37:39.019+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Cake.....</title><content type='html'>Life: as my mother defined it once is, "the time between 2 consecutive breaths". There is no saying when one might or not get to breathe again. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I got to know that someone I really admired and respected was nomore. The person is not related to me in anyway, but, feels like family. My family. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title makes no sense to anyone reading this blog right now I guess... But wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 21st, 2005. My Birthday. I got a really sweet gift. :) A Birthday Cake made especially for me. I felt so special and so grateful that at the spur of the moment I made a promise to make The person a cake for birthday. The next year, 2006, my life was screwed up by certain incidents which did not let me make any cake as I promised. The next time I met The person I was questioned as to why I did not make the cake. I apologised, and meant it too. I was so ashamed. I was going to make one this time. Not sure if anyone would believe me, but I needed to get over certain things for the cake to happen. Last year that was impossible, but this year was terribly, and seriously possible. But then, I am the loser in this aspect. I wasn't able to keep up to my promises. Me's not feeling too happy. Certain things that happened past few days plus this feeling, its a terrible mix of emotions and my mind's terribly sad now. Want to be with someone now. But he's far away. There are so many things I need to apologise to him and also want to discuss The person and the Cake issue. But.:-/ Miss you bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know that there are others who are more close to The person and the family that's related by blood who feel more and are hurt more deeply than anyone else. My emotions are far away on the scale than these people. But for how much I know of The person I feel a lot for the void left in my life too. I do really feel what I say I do. A lot more actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One thing I want all of you who read this, always remember, &lt;strong&gt;"a thing delayed is a thing denied...". &lt;/strong&gt;I learnt the hard way, hope you don't make the same mistake. If you need to study now, study. If you need to apologise now, do it &lt;strong&gt;right this moment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;If you want to tell someone you love them, &lt;strong&gt;this is the time&lt;/strong&gt;. If you want to propose, &lt;strong&gt;right now, right now&lt;/strong&gt;... Even if you want to bake a cake for someone , &lt;strong&gt;do it right now&lt;/strong&gt;. :'( Because there is no knowing what's to happen in any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel so much, but I don't write too well to express my feelings. Anyone from my dear person's family who realise who this is, please do not feel anger for me having written this with so little clarity and extremely poor writing quality. All I feel is sadness and the emptiness which you do. But yes, of course, my feelings may not be as great as your's. But, I remember one thing, The person thought of me as family too. And please do not get angry for reffering to the concerned as The person.  That's because I am not yet sure if its ok to mention the name online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  :'(  I needed a lot from this person, a lot means a lot. Friendship, advice, blessings and love which I know I did. :'( I need from someone else in the family too. :'( I might not visit too often, but your presence in my life is really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The truth: I shall always miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Love you a lot. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875754240799161921-7615478794509035536?l=bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7615478794509035536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875754240799161921&amp;postID=7615478794509035536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/7615478794509035536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875754240799161921/posts/default/7615478794509035536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehuedjoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/birthday-cake.html' title='The Birthday Cake.....'/><author><name>Purvi...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11847808540374360465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqRCjKHLXko/Sw0W_i13ZvI/AAAAAAAAACI/-VHTRg3On-Y/S220/Puri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
