<?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-5368764316142550628</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:24:25.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling Away</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368764316142550628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626168291482841297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/SD2-nDdnpwI/AAAAAAAABi8/iATSZJ2Rppk/S220/Image(1230).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368764316142550628.post-4494099508228403588</id><published>2008-06-11T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:32:19.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened one night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/SFBgISaRmRI/AAAAAAAABjc/P3XpyiNPN2s/s1600-h/KnockKnock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/SFBgISaRmRI/AAAAAAAABjc/P3XpyiNPN2s/s320/KnockKnock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210770464364927250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;11-30 pm on a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just switched on the kitchen light to heat my very late dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when I heard that knock on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it must be one of my housemates who had forgotten to take their keys, I opened the door...to find a stranger woman with a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the only emotion on my face was a question mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was "Ghost!" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Side effects of having seen crappy Bollywood movies while growing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before any more of such corny thoughts could take form, she spoke..."Hi, do you have a bottle of beer I could borrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question mark on my face turns to bewilderment to disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;forced smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;) No, I am afraid not! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;shuts door with lightning speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a li'l rattled and also pinched myself a couple of times to check whether I'd dreamt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the incident reminded me of an old commercial...remember Aishwarya Rai showing up at Aamir Khan's door asking for a Pepsi?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start getting any judgemental, lemme assure you that I'm no Aamir (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm taller!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;) and my nocturnal visitor was sure as hell no Ash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was funnier was the feedback I got from some friends after recounting the incident. Atleast two male friends reacted by saying, "Wow! A naked lady turns up at your doorstep asking for beer and you turned her away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err...WTH! Naked??? I didn't say that, did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got exactly the same reaction from both of 'em : "No, you didn't! But that's just an enhanced version playing in the brain. Please don't spoil it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah...men!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Rolls eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368764316142550628-4494099508228403588?l=sueramblingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4494099508228403588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368764316142550628&amp;postID=4494099508228403588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368764316142550628/posts/default/4494099508228403588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368764316142550628/posts/default/4494099508228403588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-happened-one-night.html' title='It happened one night...'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626168291482841297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/SD2-nDdnpwI/AAAAAAAABi8/iATSZJ2Rppk/S220/Image(1230).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/SFBgISaRmRI/AAAAAAAABjc/P3XpyiNPN2s/s72-c/KnockKnock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368764316142550628.post-8757247872792626361</id><published>2008-02-14T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:53:35.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Actually...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/R7TNAamxLdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/irUJRekT3W0/s1600-h/ChronicHeartFailure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/R7TNAamxLdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/irUJRekT3W0/s320/ChronicHeartFailure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166980079526424018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bah! Yes, it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; today....the day when mush and soppy acts of love seem to overflow from every nook and corner of the world. Yes, I belong to the school of thought which is very anti-Valentine! Just can't fathom why you need a specific day to express love and fight your guts out the rest of the year!! :P It's like pampering your mom on Mother's Day (which you obviously remembered 'cos of the banner at the florist) and then forgetting to wish her on her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it must be quite obvious by now, I did happened to have the most tiring and lousiest V-day of my life today. I was romancing a bunch of bugs in a microbiology lab all day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I decided to end the day with a bit of humour to lift my spirits and found some real rib-tickling quotes by some great names on the funny li'l thing called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If love is the answer, could you rephrase the question.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="attribute"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;          -- Lily Tomlin&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing spoils romance so much as a sense of humour in the woman.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="attribute"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;          -- Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                 Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                 &lt;div  class="attribute" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;          -- Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a place you can touch a woman that will drive her crazy. Her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;            -- Melanie Griffith&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;          -- Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;            -- Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;           -- David Bissonette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368764316142550628-8757247872792626361?l=sueramblingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8757247872792626361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368764316142550628&amp;postID=8757247872792626361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368764316142550628/posts/default/8757247872792626361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368764316142550628/posts/default/8757247872792626361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-actually.html' title='Love Actually...'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626168291482841297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/SD2-nDdnpwI/AAAAAAAABi8/iATSZJ2Rppk/S220/Image(1230).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/R7TNAamxLdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/irUJRekT3W0/s72-c/ChronicHeartFailure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368764316142550628.post-3733278334703562686</id><published>2008-02-03T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:14:46.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some grave issues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/R6ZRxfyd1gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kx3jHA-FzRw/s1600-h/tombstone-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/R6ZRxfyd1gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kx3jHA-FzRw/s320/tombstone-3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162903933615461890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  I have recently been catching up on all the episodes of the show "Deperate Housewives" online. I simply love the sarcastic humour and drama involved....so much better than the regular soaps. Now, before you start rushing away thinking this is about the show, lemme tell you, it is not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the last episode that I saw had a tornado hitting Wisteria Lane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yes, that's where the characters reside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;) and some of the characters getting killed. No...I'm not mourning the death of Gabrielle's husband. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;even she didn't!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the scene which moved me the most was the one where the characters of Lynette Scavo and Mrs.McCluskey go to a football field to scatter the ashes of Ida Greenberg. Just before they are spread on the grass, Mrs. McCluskey recited a poem which completely blew me away. Did some googling, to find that, it was after all quite a popular poem at funerals across the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to theory, "Do not stand at my grave and weep" was written by Mary Elizabeth Frye for her German Jewish friend, as a condolence message on her mother's death. The moment I heard the lines, I knew that I didn't want anything more when I'm buried, than my epitaph to read this lines!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been various disputed versions of this poem, but the essence being the same, each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;   DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl  style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not there, I do not sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in a thousand winds that blow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am the softly falling snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am the gentle showers of rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am the fields of ripening grain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in the morning hush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in the graceful rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of beautiful birds in circling flight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am the starshine of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in the flowers that bloom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in a quiet room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in the birds that sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in each lovely thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not there. I did not die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;P.S: To all my friends who are rushing to grab the phone and call me - Breathe easy, it was just a random thought. I'm not gonna kill myself!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5368764316142550628-3733278334703562686?l=sueramblingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3733278334703562686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368764316142550628&amp;postID=3733278334703562686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368764316142550628/posts/default/3733278334703562686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368764316142550628/posts/default/3733278334703562686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-grave-issues.html' title='Some grave issues....'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626168291482841297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/SD2-nDdnpwI/AAAAAAAABi8/iATSZJ2Rppk/S220/Image(1230).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/R6ZRxfyd1gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kx3jHA-FzRw/s72-c/tombstone-3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368764316142550628.post-1566497736598037895</id><published>2008-01-25T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:34:00.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickstart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/R5ps5_yd1fI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/28qccIx4jZI/s1600-h/key_success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/R5ps5_yd1fI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/28qccIx4jZI/s200/key_success.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159556066737772018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And finally, after weeks of maintaining an empty template, I manage to kick start my own blog. Have been meaning to start blogging for quite some time now, but always had to face one too many roadblocks, including not having enough access to a computer for most of the last two years. But anyways, all that is now history, and the future is a mystery. (Rhyme it did, but sense it didn't make!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, moving on to the million-pound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(Am based in UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; question.....What is this blog gonna be about...???? Well, for starters, I intend to live upto it's name, so expect to get a lot of random and sometimes useless information. But I sure as hell don't intend to disclose any crucial personal tidbits of my life!! Can't risk having my friends banging on my door, baying for my blood!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's nearly midnight and I have some graphs to plot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(to check if my bugs grew alright! :P) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So that's enough rambling for the day...and night....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;P.S: To my diary - I still love you and you will always be my first love!! ;)&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/5368764316142550628-1566497736598037895?l=sueramblingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1566497736598037895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368764316142550628&amp;postID=1566497736598037895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368764316142550628/posts/default/1566497736598037895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368764316142550628/posts/default/1566497736598037895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueramblingaway.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-finally-after-weeks-of-maintaining.html' title='Kickstart!'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626168291482841297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/SD2-nDdnpwI/AAAAAAAABi8/iATSZJ2Rppk/S220/Image(1230).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUlLAhoB9p0/R5ps5_yd1fI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/28qccIx4jZI/s72-c/key_success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
