<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
<!-- If you are running a bot please visit this policy page outlining rules you must respect. http://www.livejournal.com/bots/ -->
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:lj="http://www.livejournal.com">
  <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher</id>
  <title>BLOGCATCHER</title>
  <subtitle>SHARING SOME LOVELY BLOGS FROM AROUND THE WORLD.....AND SOME OF ME TOO...</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>BLOGCATCHER</name>
  </author>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/"/>
  <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom"/>
  <updated>2009-11-12T11:08:10Z</updated>
  <lj:journal userid="13758254" username="blogcatcher" type="personal"/>
  <link rel="service.feed" type="application/x.atom+xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom" title="BLOGCATCHER"/>
  <link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/"/>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:15324</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/15324.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=15324"/>
    <title>An Ode to TAZ</title>
    <published>2009-07-31T11:47:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-31T12:25:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="purple" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="purple" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/blogcatcher/pic/000044g3/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" border="0" width="235" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blogcatcher/pic/000044g3/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="purple" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;TAZ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; March 2009 - July 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;e was a tiny lovely ball of snow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;With eyes like cherries, with a sparkling glow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;With little hands so lady like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;And little feet that could never bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;That was our hamster adorable ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our li&amp;rsquo;l Taz, so dear and lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;He had such endearing loving ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;As he wriggled from my arms up to my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;And when he would escape my sight and hide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d feel so sad but never chide..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh how&amp;nbsp; he loved to run and run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Not on his wheel, but under the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;And how I loved to see him play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;And pet him and kiss him everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our little Hammie adorable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our li&amp;rsquo;l Taz, so warm and lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Into our lives, so quietly he came..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;And before we knew it, he was tame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Little did we know as we called his name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;That he didn&amp;rsquo;t have long to play his game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quietly he went, early morn one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;And I couldn&amp;rsquo;t but cry as I watched him lay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A tiny fragile ball of snow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;With eyes that had lost its sparkling glow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;In our garden he lies today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our&amp;nbsp; hammie who always made us gay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our dove pearl hammie, Taz, so dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;So dear that we feel he's always near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="purple" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:14987</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/14987.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=14987"/>
    <title>Tongue in Cheek</title>
    <published>2009-07-24T01:10:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-24T01:10:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of my closest friends had this interesting quote about &amp;quot;Pain&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;There is some funny thing about pain. It turns some people into poets and some  into bloggers and some into bloggers who write poetry!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, the quoter just began &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://govindrajsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:14754</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/14754.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=14754"/>
    <title>Did You Know? - Hamsters Can Get Stressed!</title>
    <published>2009-07-22T19:10:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-22T19:17:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before anybody infers i'm LOST (&amp;nbsp;which i'm not; honest! ;-) let me post something out of context. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have two adorable hamsters as pets. And guess what, i just found that -its not just us- &lt;u&gt;Hammies too get stressed!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my cuties are called Taz and Randy. (I'll try posting a pic of them here soon one of these days. For now, please use your imaginative powers to picture two adorable looking Dove Pearl Hammies. Yep. White and pearly looking ones with bright red eyes.... mmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taz is a mellow guy, very loving, friendly, adorable. Oh yes and lazy as lazy could be. For example if you see him on the hamster wheel, you'd be tempted to turn it for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy is Taz's step brother and quite different. Very agile, active, and aggressive!&amp;nbsp; Actually, i learnt that hamsters 'squeaked' after Randy arrived.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all younger silbings - human and animal alike - Randy soon proved that he needed more privileges than his older brother. And he would show this by squeaking loud and almost jumping on Taz if he didnt like something that Taz did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, accomodative Taz started letting li'l Randy have his way.&amp;nbsp; So Taz would move out of his small cubby hole so Randy could have it all for himself. Taz would stay far away from the food plate, so Randy could have his go first.&amp;nbsp; And even at play time, if Randy got anywhere close, Taz would roll over to lie on his back, his tiny feet and hands up in the air - sort of appealing:&amp;nbsp; 'Its all yours, brother!! Do what you want to, just please dont fight!'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on the advise of a very dear friend, i did try to tap Randy whenever he 'attacked' poor Taz and i felt it did show a difference, cos the squeaking had come down a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once or twice, if i'm right&lt;br /&gt; i did find them sharing the food plate without a fight! &lt;br /&gt;Which was quite a sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, over a few days, i'd been noticing that Taz's 'behind' looked like he was wet.. &lt;br /&gt;Now, since i'm the type who ususally dismisses things as 'not so serious' (until unfortunately its too late), i didnt make a big deal of it and thought it might have been cos it was time to clean the cage and i hadnt..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i didnt notice was that this persisted even after i'd cleaned the cage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sonny who felt that there was definitely something wrong. Cos it was just Taz who had a wet back and not Randy. So, just a day back, Rahul (my son)&amp;nbsp;googled for 'wet back' for hamsters.. and i was surprised when the search threw up results for what's called a 'wet tail' syndrome for hammies. Something that could be fatal!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The Cause - Stress or Bad Food habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rahul were suddenly worried sick!&amp;nbsp; Especially cos where we lived, we didnt have a vet who knew how to take care of Hammies. So we got to researching more on what, why, and how to solve the problem ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we knew for certain was that there was nothing bad about food habits; cos Taz had been on a not so different diet from the time he was brought home and he was fine until now. And again, Randy was not having a wet tail.&amp;nbsp; So then, all fingers pointed to 'stress.'&amp;nbsp; Which could actually be true, cos Taz was so afraid of Randy!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we immediately&amp;nbsp; found a new box for Randy and separated the two brothers.. and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;The result was dramatic!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Taz's wet tail disappeared overnight !!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me and Rahul heaved a HUGE sigh of relief!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taz is perfectly happy being alone now. And Randy is not so happy in his new little box. But then, thats the price he's got to pay for being nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, since we don't want to be nasty ourselves, we plan to switch their homes from time to time. Guess tomorrow Taz will be in the box and Randy will have the cage to himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also plan to get them to play together for a bit everyday, so they get used to each other.. and hopefully someday they would become best of buddies and live together happily ever after!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:14396</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/14396.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=14396"/>
    <title>Thoughts....</title>
    <published>2009-07-22T18:16:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-22T18:24:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you love something, set it free. &lt;br /&gt;If it comes back to you, its yours.&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't, it never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And meanwhile?.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wait, wish, hope, pray... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When the days are a little less bright..&lt;br /&gt;When happiness falls short of delight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When smiles are a little less true&lt;br /&gt;When jokes are less funny without a clue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you pause to reflect..&lt;br /&gt;and find everything short of perfect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know something's not right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:14335</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/14335.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=14335"/>
    <title>What Do You Do...</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T19:00:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-19T16:51:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you do when you miss someone&lt;br /&gt;so much your heart feels heavy, it weighs a ton..&lt;br /&gt;when memories flood your eyes with tears &lt;br /&gt;and you yearn for those precious yesteryears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the pain stabs so deep, you feel you'll die&lt;br /&gt;but all you can do is cry and cry &lt;br /&gt;with no shoulder to lean on, no arms to hold&lt;br /&gt;just your cheeks caressed by a table, damp and cold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you wish you knew just what to do &lt;br /&gt;when you feel this terribly sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;when you miss that precious dear someone &lt;br /&gt;so much&amp;nbsp; your heart sinks deep, weighing many a ton.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. just tyring a hand at something i used to do long back.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:13991</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/13991.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=13991"/>
    <title>Touching a chord....</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T04:05:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-18T04:05:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Movie:&amp;nbsp;You Me Aur Hum&lt;br /&gt;Song:&amp;nbsp; You Me Aur Hum&lt;br /&gt;Singer:&amp;nbsp; Shreya Ghoshal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...apne rang gawaaye bin, mere rang mein ghul jao&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;ho&amp;hellip;apne rang gawaaye bin, mere rang mein ghul jao&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;apni dhoop bujhaye bin, meri chhaon mein aa jao&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;chalo yoon karein&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;tum&amp;hellip; tum bhi raho&amp;hellip; main&amp;hellip; main bhi rahoon&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;hum&amp;hellip; hum bhi rahien&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;ho tum&amp;hellip; tum bhi raho&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;main&amp;hellip; main bhi rahoon&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;hum&amp;hellip; hum bhi rahein&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;teeno mil ke saath chalein..&lt;br /&gt;saathi janam janam&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;u me aur hum, u me aur hum&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;apne rang gawaaye bin, mere rang mein ghul jao&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;apni dhoop bujhaye bin, meri chhaon mein aa jao&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaise baadal paani ka, yaarana hai&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;jaise gul aur khushboo ka, dostana hai&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;ho jaise baadal paani ka, yaarana hai&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;jaise gul aur khushboo ka, dostana hai&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;waise hi rahein hum tum&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;waise hi jeeyein hum tum&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;ho, tere mere haathon mein, koi bhi pinjra na ho&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;ek duje per apna, haq to ho kabza na ho&lt;br /&gt;har haal mein&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;tum&amp;hellip; tum bhi raho&amp;hellip;hmm- main&amp;hellip; main bhi rahoon&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;hum&amp;hellip; hum bhi rahein&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found this beautiful number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3hungama.com/music/download_songs.php?action=mailfriend&amp;amp;album=0&amp;amp;artist=0&amp;amp;song=31782&amp;amp;genre=0&amp;amp;counter=undefined"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; and the lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bollywoodtadka.com/2008/03/15/lyrics-of-the-song-u-me-aur-humtitle-song-from-the-movie-u-me-aur-hum/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIshing everyone's day be smiley and happy..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:13659</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/13659.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=13659"/>
    <title>From One Beautiful Blog To Another</title>
    <published>2009-07-17T18:32:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-18T19:29:45Z</updated>
    <category term="leo babauta"/>
    <category term="gretchen rubin"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not a very happy day for me.. so, thought i'd come by to take my mind off by posting about a blog i follow.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i started out with Blogcatchers, it was basically to blog about beautiful blogs that enriched the exciting world called The Net. But then over time, i lost out on the much-needed space to go hunting for them; and slowly but deliberately, i shifted my writing to what bloggers generally do - Write about themselves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, somewhere in between, i did stumble on a beautiful blog by a lady in pursuit of happiness. Her name was Gretchen Rubin. And her blog was -quite true to her purpose for writing it- called 'The Happiness Project.'&amp;nbsp; Besides sharing her insights on the many ways one can find happiness, one of Gretchen's fave pastimes was to provide the link to a blog that had caught her eye. In short, she was doing exactly what i had started out to do but resigned midway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every lovely entry of her's invariably opened the doors to even more beautiful blogs. Blogs that didn't just serve to inspire, but worked towards making better people out of those who read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such blog was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/2008/07/the-beginners-guide-to-zen-habits-a-guided-tour/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zen Habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; by the insightful Leo Babauta. A&amp;nbsp;blog i have been hooked to ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/2009/07/a-beautiful-method-to-find-peace-of-mind/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;latest post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; on Zen Habits that came by my inbox today did give me a lot of food for thought. So, just thought i'd book mark it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:13502</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/13502.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=13502"/>
    <title>OBSESSED</title>
    <published>2009-04-18T19:42:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-18T19:42:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a movie and with a song. So here's both together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="14" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:13246</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/13246.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=13246"/>
    <title>WEAK-IN-THE-KNEES MOMENT</title>
    <published>2009-04-18T19:18:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-18T19:29:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMANCE. A word that gets everyone weak in the knees. Its what men dream of. Its what women die for. Its what has got movies raking in jackpots. Remember&amp;nbsp; Gone With The Wind?&amp;nbsp; Dr. Zhivago? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been many a Romantic movie that has got me all goosebumpy, but nothing has quite made me feel so warm in the heart as two beautiful scenes from a movie of yesteryears called Love Actually. The scenes to me are pregnant with Romance not just with the beautiful portrayal of emotion, but with an equally touching background score.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll forever go weak in the knees with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVAda1ZF-3s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5m2T5yfgsZ0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just had to book mark them for my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:12978</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/12978.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=12978"/>
    <title>LIFE-CHANGING MOMENT</title>
    <published>2009-04-18T18:56:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-18T19:48:22Z</updated>
    <category term="american idol"/>
    <category term="susan boyle"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; THINK THIS WORLD IS PERFECT&amp;nbsp; is a blog i've been subscribing to for as long as i can remember.&amp;nbsp; A lovely blog kept by a daddy of two adorable daughters and which usually talks about things they do, say, play, cook, etc. A&amp;nbsp;family diary with an occasional entry dedicated to something that moved daddy and which didnt have to do with his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since sometime now, daddy hasn't been posting much - not as bad as me though- and did so just yesterday and boy was it a blog to bookmark for keeps!!&amp;nbsp; It gave a link to a clipping from the famous American Idol program (that hunts for talented singers) and showcased an ordinary woman turning extraordinary in the timeframe of a few minutes!!&amp;nbsp;Just because she dared to dream and pursue it. Or rather, dared to forget what the world was thinking and followed her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply have to see &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:12695</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/12695.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=12695"/>
    <title>STING</title>
    <published>2009-02-21T19:06:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-21T19:06:44Z</updated>
    <category term="sting"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first i ever heard of Sting was when i was in high school and it was the mesmerizing number 'Every Breath You Take'&lt;br /&gt;Then after a long spell, i heard Desert Rose. Beautiful song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years have passed since.. and a few minutes back, i just chanced to listen to a song i instantly fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;Scouted for it on the net and i found my way to Sting once more.&lt;br /&gt;And got a beautiful song to bookmark on my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape of my Heart - Sting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:12320</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/12320.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=12320"/>
    <title>FOREIGNER AND JIM REEVES</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T18:19:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-21T19:12:38Z</updated>
    <category term="jim reeves"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For a change i'm back at my blog diligently!! Thanx to the driving factor called MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i've uploaded two more songs!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;want to know what love is&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; by Foreigner&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;love you because&amp;quot; by Jim Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one by Foreigner is a long time favorite of mine..&lt;br /&gt;And the one by Jim Reeves (how i love his voice)...  well, actually i'm listening to this track for the first time.. though i can say i've grown up with good ol' Jim; him being one of my dad's all time favorites. So, yeah,&amp;nbsp; this is definitely an ode to nostalgia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i was desperately searching around for the 12 songs of Christmas by Jim again (another wonderful set of songs i've grown up with)&amp;nbsp;but unfortunately couldn't find them to post here. Hope i will someday soon. Until then, i'll be happy with this track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:12245</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/12245.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=12245"/>
    <title>MY  PLAYLIST !</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T18:48:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-21T18:55:15Z</updated>
    <category term="playlist"/>
    <category term="thomas anderson"/>
    <category term="my space"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ts been a while that i've been wishing to start something like '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY FAVORITE PLAYLIST&lt;/span&gt;' so i can keep updating it with songs i've always loved to listen to time and again. Well, here it is finally! And here's kickstarting with a really beautiful number by THOMAS ANDERSON whom i've had the privilege of knowing for a spell - thanx to a beautiful friend called Debra Ford and MY SPACE. Hope to keep updating! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="13" /&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:11680</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/11680.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=11680"/>
    <title>Rock On!</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T18:29:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T18:40:30Z</updated>
    <category term="ghajini"/>
    <category term="rock on"/>
    <category term="benny dayal"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the fourth day of the New Year.. and i've not yet gotten down to making any resolutions to keep!&amp;nbsp;(or not to ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;Like, getting back here on LJ for one.. and posting something on a daily basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, let me make a start.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mallu (a malayali),&amp;nbsp; lately, i just couldnt help noticing how some malayalis are making small waves across the country!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Like, the cute mallu girl Asin in the 8-pack-abs Aamir starrer&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Ghajini.&amp;quot; And just today, i chanced to find out that the&amp;nbsp; most beautiful song in Ghajini (again) going 'Kaise Mujhe' has been&amp;nbsp; sung by yet another malayali&amp;nbsp;! - Benny Dayal. What a voice. &lt;br /&gt;Indicentally, Benny also has to his credit another soulful number from the movie Yuvvraaj&amp;nbsp; going 'Tu Mera Dost Hain' .&amp;nbsp; Again, awesome&amp;nbsp; rendering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just why my New Year message to my&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;tribe is simply -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Rock On Mallus! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KEEP SMILING ALL&amp;nbsp;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:11255</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/11255.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=11255"/>
    <title>APPLICATION  OF  LEARNING !</title>
    <published>2008-08-29T19:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-02T16:36:45Z</updated>
    <category term="deposit"/>
    <category term="application"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oy!&amp;nbsp;Its been ages since i blogged here!!&amp;nbsp;and looks like things have been happening!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ike for one, i can make my text&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;larger&lt;/span&gt; without it seeming inappropriately &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;large &lt;/span&gt;and i can also play with some &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;color!&amp;nbsp;wow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to crash (i can actually use the whole of 24 hours to level off some deprived sleep)&amp;nbsp; when i was suddenly reminded that someone dear wasnt able to access this page of mine anymore and was wondering if it was defunct!! &lt;br /&gt;And so, i simply had to make sure it wasnt! &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;phew! Am i glad to see that LJ hasnt swept me under the carpet with a perfunctory message like &amp;quot; your account has been temporarily deactivated&amp;quot; or some such text!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, now that i'm here, think i'll just bookmark a funny something by way of (hopefully)&amp;nbsp;kickstarting another blogging spell --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;aving accompanied me on trips a plenty to the ATM, my sonny boy these days often handles the operations for me. But yeah, it took me an incident just lately&amp;nbsp; to realize that he has actually memorized the command prompts shown on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, my husband's mom had fallen ill with a bad cough and a round of oral AB&amp;nbsp;had done no good. Upon which, our family physician advised that she be hospitalized for a few days so she could be given a bout of IV&amp;nbsp;antibiotics that would effect quicker. And so,&amp;nbsp; it was decided to drop mother-in-law off at the ICU and bring her back home in 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sharing the news with my sonny, he says :&amp;nbsp;Oh, so you mean to say you're going to DEPOSIT granny at the ICU on Monday and WITHDRAW her on Friday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:10652</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/10652.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=10652"/>
    <title>PETROL vs  DIESEL</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T06:02:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T06:22:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;n a hurry to get home in time to cook lunch for my mom celebrating her birthday, I was zooming in my car while scanning both sides of the road for a petrol bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeing the fuel gauge nearing empty, I said: " Looks like I wont be able to drive this thing much longer&amp;nbsp; if I don't fill some DIESEL soon ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which my sonny boy (engrossed in some game in his laptop) stated ever so matter-of-factedly : "Then, you're not going to be able to drive this thing &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a second to make sense of what he'd just said; and then, I couldn't help smiling. I was driving a PETROL car&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, my sonny boy had a genuine doubt. " Why is that we say 'Petrol Bunk' and not 'Diesel Bunk' ?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Good question. But nope, I didn't know the answer!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:10242</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/10242.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=10242"/>
    <title>MOOD/DAY/LIFE BRIGHTENER</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T05:20:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T16:22:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;don't know if many do, but I believe in SIGNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs...that sometimes show that you and a special someone are truly connected in some inexplainable mysterious way.. &lt;br /&gt;Signs..that show that there is a mysterious Force guiding us all and watching over us.. &lt;br /&gt;Signs .that reassure you when you're feeling a li'l empty in your soul.. that you really don't have to feel that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was touched to find a message in my inbox today from a &lt;a href="http://www.dayspring.com"&gt;beautiful card company&lt;/a&gt; that I subscribe to.&lt;br /&gt;The mail was meant to be an advertisement for their special Mother's Day offers..but to me, it was a SIGN from above that just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;subject&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;GOD THINKS YOU'RE WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;message&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;G&lt;/font&gt;od loves you..&lt;br /&gt;with an everlasting love..&lt;br /&gt;You are valuable to Him&lt;br /&gt;not because of what you do&lt;br /&gt;but simply because you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts of you outnumber the sand on the shore..&lt;br /&gt;He lives to hear your heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to hear your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;If something is important to you, its important to Him.&lt;br /&gt;He has never taken His eyes off you---&lt;br /&gt;not for a millisecond.&lt;br /&gt;He's always near..&lt;br /&gt;So be kind to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God thinks you're worth His kindness.&lt;br /&gt;And He's a good judge of character.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks you're wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:10071</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/10071.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=10071"/>
    <title>O N C E</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T17:58:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T02:55:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;ith his passion for the likes of WWE and WWF and movies revolving around the same action-packed themes like The Hitman, Tomb Raider, Fast and the Furious, etc., it was quite a surprise when my sonny settled next to me to watch the DVD of an Irish Musical titled ONCE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Deepa/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;img width="162" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/blogcatcher/pic/00003e90/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;About the movie&lt;/i&gt;:&amp;nbsp; A small time gentle love story between real-life Irish band singer Glen Hansard and real-life musician Marketa Irglova, ONCE was shot on a shoestring budget with a skeleton crew and in a time-slot of just 17 days with only two 'handicams'&amp;nbsp; for camera (!) that gets you feeling you're watching a video shoot/documentary rather than a movie. Yet, the movie struck a chord with millions around the world to include Steven Spielberg who was quoted as saying '"A little movie called &lt;i&gt;Once&lt;/i&gt; gave me enough inspiration to last the rest of the year.")&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no sooner had the movie begun on a sweet but loud number by Hansard, I expected my sonny boy to clear the scene and head for another dose of cartoons on any other TV available in the home. But surprisingly he didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie carried on with simple yet beautiful parlance between two adorable actors who were simply striking with their exceptionally natural performance...and packaged with a string of heart-warmingly soulful songs to boot, I was totally lost to the movie in seconds. But yes, in between it, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; I quickly stole a glance at Rahul, and was genuinely surprised to see my little action-movie fan smiling back at me!&amp;nbsp; Yup, no two ways about it, but w&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;e were both loving the flick big time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been more than a week now since we first watched the movie together .. but a few minutes back, my sonny just played the movie for the umpteenth time and went off to sleep with the most beautiful song in it ( 'Falling Slowly' which also won the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx8yLvb0gZM"&gt;Academy Award &lt;/a&gt;this year for the best original song ) in the backdrop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say that every time Rahul initiates watching this movie, I feel quite content to know for sure that he has it in him to appreciate some of the finer things in life:&lt;br /&gt;A romance without frills. Some soulful music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's sharing a gem from this awesome movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="8" /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;N.B. And how can I sign off without thanking my dear friend 'charmwood8' who let me in on this lovely movie and also gifted me the DVD ! And by doing so, has given me and my sonny the luxury of an unforgettable and refreshing experience!&amp;nbsp; Thanx so much ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:9768</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/9768.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=9768"/>
    <title>The cell phone - Your trusted guide to taking things for granted</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T13:20:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T11:31:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;M&lt;font size="2"&gt;y cell phone buzzes. T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;he number is strange. The voice though is very familiar, but I can't place it. A couple of&amp;nbsp; "hello"s and I still don't recognize it!&amp;nbsp; Finally, I apologize and ask the voice to identify itself. And i'm baffled to realize it was someone who calls me day in and day out!&amp;nbsp; Shucks!&amp;nbsp; And I follow up with more profuse apologies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I didn't suffer an amnesia attack or something. All I did was do an emergent SIM transplant. ( yes, SIM as in the cell phone SIM). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having forgotten my cell phone charger in a distant land and my phone out of charge, I had no choice but to use an old phone I had on me, and yes, when I transplanted the SIM, what came of it was that instantly many of my friends and family turned strangers!! -yep, almost like I'd suffered an attack of amnesia !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, suddenly there were more 'number(s) calling' than 'name(s) calling'. And every number looked to be that of a stranger ! ..naturally requiring me to accept it like I&amp;nbsp; would a stranger's call.. and think I've said more sorrys today to my near and dear ones than I have in months put together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling, if anything, was incapacitating at the least, not to mention irritating. And I chided myself for taking too much for granted.. and undermining the importance of memorizing ( in one's head) the important details about important people in your life and not foolishly relying on gizmos to do it for you. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, guess i'll just have to bite the bullet when my phone rings next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:9611</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/9611.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=9611"/>
    <title>DO YOU BELIEVE ?</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T19:10:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-12T11:08:10Z</updated>
    <category term="believe"/>
    <category term="cher"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;ell, for one, i believe that i'm always destined to make a come back here on BLOGCATCHER with an opening track&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's sharing a song from yesteryears by a pop diva that i simply adore for her personality as her voice. &lt;br /&gt;Just chanced to hear her croon a favorite number of mine on World Space yesterday and i had to immortalize the song&amp;nbsp; so i could keep coming back to it again and again and again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5xsiKBJGW4"&gt;Believe&lt;/a&gt; - CHER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIVIA:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's more to this song, than just being my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher's 'Believe' (Dec 1998) was the first commercial recording to feature the audible side-effects of Antares Auto-tune software used as a deliberate creative effect. The (now) highly recognizable tonal mangling occurs when the pitch correction speed is set too fast for the audio that it is processing and it became one of the most over-used production effects of the following years and known more commonly as the 'Cher effect' ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;It is said that&amp;nbsp; Cher's Producer &lt;a title="Mark Taylor (record producer)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Taylor_%28record_producer%29"&gt;Mark Taylor&lt;/a&gt; added the effect to Cher's vocal simply as a lark and when Cher heard the results, she demanded that the effect remain in the song, and her original vocal be erased. When her record company requested it be removed, Cher responded, &amp;quot;Over my dead body!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:8973</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/8973.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=8973"/>
    <title>A WISH FOR A DAY...</title>
    <published>2007-11-17T07:43:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T07:45:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;There isn't a day that I don't dream of &lt;i&gt;A Day.&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That would be so different in a very special way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a wish for &lt;i&gt;a day&lt;/i&gt;.. just &lt;i&gt;one day&lt;/i&gt; in my life .. when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time-table to follow&lt;br /&gt;no deadlines to meet&lt;br /&gt;no expectations to live up to&lt;br /&gt;no responsibilities to shoulder&lt;br /&gt;no appointments to keep&lt;br /&gt;no reason to rush&lt;br /&gt;no questions asked of me and to have not to answer&lt;br /&gt;no one to confirm to&lt;br /&gt;none to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day when I can&lt;br /&gt;free my mind of racing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and have to think of nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;sleep all I want&lt;br /&gt;wake up as I please&lt;br /&gt;listen to birds &lt;br /&gt;watch the sky&lt;br /&gt;daydream&lt;br /&gt;wet my feet in a bubbly stream&lt;br /&gt;laze over a mag&lt;br /&gt;have breakfast in bed&lt;br /&gt;splurge &lt;br /&gt;read old mails&lt;br /&gt;write a few&lt;br /&gt;sit back&lt;br /&gt;relax&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. and i think i'll keep adding to this list on and off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:8717</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/8717.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=8717"/>
    <title>ATTENTION TO DETAIL !!</title>
    <published>2007-11-10T04:52:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-10T07:11:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;A fine example (of the above) is when my son, reaching for his (strewn about) school shoes to place them on the rack, suspends the effort when he hears the last two words of my request : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you please put your shoes on the rack if possible?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:8641</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/8641.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=8641"/>
    <title>TALK MORE!  WIN BIG!</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T12:49:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-10T07:09:23Z</updated>
    <category term="airtel"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;alkative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word that best describes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've had it tagged to me right from school days, when my teachers invariably used to complain to my parents that I had a problem with keeping quiet. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, again, I was very often asked to switch seats next to someone who even had a hard time smiling (!)&amp;nbsp; just so the professors could continue with their lessons (uninterrupted with my chatter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, married, with a fourth-grader kid to boot, not much of socializing, and not many of my friends around to catch up with on a day-to-day basis, I was thinking I'd been freed of that tag line once for all. When, just yesterday, I received the following SMS from my cell phone operator : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have won a Travel Bag in the Talk More Win Big promo. Please collect your gift before Nov 10, 2007."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess somethings never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:8213</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/8213.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=8213"/>
    <title>BETWEEN 'YES &amp; NO'</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T12:24:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-07T07:29:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;cooting to the rest room, our boss instructed the newly appointed System Administrator to fill in for him just in case the US Head Office corresponded on the messenger.&amp;nbsp; He promised the nervous SA that it would be very unlikely and scurried off. Unluckily for him, the head office chose to knock right then! And the jittery SA felt it would be safe to respond in monosyllables. &lt;br /&gt;This is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US office: Is A (boss) there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA:&amp;nbsp; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US:&amp;nbsp; Have the files been uploaded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US:&amp;nbsp; Are the files over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA:&amp;nbsp; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US:&amp;nbsp; Will they be uploaded before 1800 Hrs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA:&amp;nbsp; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US:&amp;nbsp; What u mean by No???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA:&amp;nbsp; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US:&amp;nbsp; What Yes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA:&amp;nbsp; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US:&amp;nbsp; Who are you???!!&amp;nbsp; and who appointed you???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thereafter the SA decided to remain silent) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blogcatcher:8015</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/8015.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://blogcatcher.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=8015"/>
    <title>WHEN SILENCE SPEAKS....</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T09:21:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T15:57:42Z</updated>
    <category term="army brat"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing the Google to find out what the phrase 'an army brat' meant, I stumbled on this really touching picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, was stopped in my tracks ...thoughts reflecting on how sometimes silence (here, by way of a fotograph) can convey so much more than words probably can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8f/I%27ll_Miss_You_Dad_by_Cecilio_M._Ricardo_Jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="512" height="600" border="0" alt="Image:I&amp;#39;ll Miss You Dad by Cecilio M. Ricardo Jr.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8f/I%27ll_Miss_You_Dad_by_Cecilio_M._Ricardo_Jr.jpg/512px-I%27ll_Miss_You_Dad_by_Cecilio_M._Ricardo_Jr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; "Army brat" by the way, is a term for a person whose parent or parents have served full-time in the armed forces during the  person's childhood.</content>
  </entry>
</feed>
