<?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-3385335666608669406</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:39:40.006-08:00</updated><category term='acrostic'/><category term='cant explain'/><category term='sunday stealing'/><category term='wordless wednesday'/><category term='Healthy'/><category term='about me'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='thursday-13'/><category term='rants'/><category term='experience'/><category term='sunday scribblings'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='confessions'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='3WW'/><title type='text'>life or something like it</title><subtitle type='html'>is moderately confidential but highly contradictory!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-3125714274728797052</id><published>2011-12-28T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:49:30.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a treat of thirteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Of course I know I havent been posting like I used to. But it is all for the good trust me. I'd like to spend more time here and write as much as i can because there is so much to scribble. BUTTTTTTTTTTT... a big But... I want to say less and enjoy more - selfish is it? :) not too much I believe - Some make it too public but I really like to keep a low profile and keep away from nazar of people who really dont have a heart for me ... and yes they exist out in the open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thursday thirteen is a treat for me and for you :) let us see what builds up at the end of this more words and less pictures post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The myths I'd like to burst today revolve around companionship or rather are about matrimony and companionship - you could have a different opinion but my opinion is steadfast and I think now it is more from experience than just reading I am forming a conclusion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old me... all about companionship and love and matrimony! Of course .. that makes me ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;As the years pass, partners are not always going to feel close or affectionate toward one another. &lt;/strong&gt;Dammit whoever said that is an idiot! No matter what the situation, affection and closeness will thrive! you got to be an animal to feel and believe otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Each spouse has a separate life apart from that as a marriage partner.&lt;/strong&gt; But that doesnt mean you live that life as a bachelor - you are still married when you are persuing something on an individual level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Some marriages require more togetherness; others, more independence&lt;/strong&gt;. When you think on those lines - you yourself are inviting trouble into your life. Make a marriage work by being independent to an extent and let togetherness be the active ingredient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;The keys to long – term marital success are good luck and  romantic love.&lt;/strong&gt; Marital success is all about working together to make it work. Love and luck are just parts of it - you've got to learn the art of living together with anything and everything to survive. Like any contract, this too needs collaboration and compromise at all levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;The only thing perfect about marriage is the airbrushed wedding photo.&lt;/strong&gt; Whoever said that forgot to fit in his/hers partners life perfectly and make it a bonded bond. The wedding photo is just a prelude to perfection, the real perfection is the marriage that is lived in together - making house a home and life - livable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Don't go to bed angry.&lt;/strong&gt; Lol... there will be days when you sob yourself to sleep - sleep over it but wake up the next morning with a light heart and positive attitude. Hug and kiss and make up - Mornings&amp;nbsp;provide the best makeup opprtunities. Tried and tested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Married people have less satisfying sex lives, and less sex  than single people.&lt;/strong&gt; Somebody really went through hell to say that. Aint gonna say anything else :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Most people who have really good marriages make love.&lt;/strong&gt; Dont just take this literally - there are a 100 different ways to make and show love - and everyday is evently - we dont need a calendar to mark an event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Babies can bring you closer in many ways&lt;/strong&gt;. Not for those who havent figured the essence of their marriage. There is no way to bridge a gap that keeps stretching! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;You complete me is a lovely but destructive notion.&lt;/strong&gt; Good Lord - why so sensitive. It does NOT trumpet that I am less than whole but with you I can be restored... really it doesnt. What it does do is give your partner the feeling of being wanted and appreciated. No one is a whole - and to become one we need someone who fits in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Before and after marriage are two different people.&lt;/strong&gt; Marriage changes no one. Especially someone's core values and believes. yes habits can be changed or altered but the core human remains the same. So saying you married someone else and were seeing someone else is your illusion to yourself. Seriously!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Love is not all that you need&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course it isn't all - but it is one major ingredient and denying it is stupidity. Like breathing is to life - Love is to a healthy marriage. So overlooking it will just have togetherness ddrift apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;13. I need you to point in this for me :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-3125714274728797052?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/3125714274728797052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=3125714274728797052&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/3125714274728797052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/3125714274728797052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2011/12/treat-of-thirteen.html' title='a treat of thirteen!'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-6432828659503980432</id><published>2011-12-27T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T06:34:39.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Event!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRPYZigvJWo/TvnW65L14wI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Q4lg8-PkR3U/s1600/tumblr_lvc7lv16p71r4i0kwo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRPYZigvJWo/TvnW65L14wI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Q4lg8-PkR3U/s320/tumblr_lvc7lv16p71r4i0kwo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this has been an eventful year... like the end of last year... so much to say but don't wanna say anything - all I wanna do is be grateful and keep the spirit of love alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a very Happy New Year in advance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;a href="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/newhome/"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/a&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/3385335666608669406-6432828659503980432?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/6432828659503980432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=6432828659503980432&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/6432828659503980432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/6432828659503980432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2011/12/event.html' title='Event!'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRPYZigvJWo/TvnW65L14wI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Q4lg8-PkR3U/s72-c/tumblr_lvc7lv16p71r4i0kwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-7605317591193316889</id><published>2011-12-21T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T06:46:38.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cant explain'/><title type='text'>Wordless but Worldful :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvLeR9Olz08/TvG0dgLQJ-I/AAAAAAAAB-M/xvHWBUoxPtQ/s1600/319619_294088717287553_100000592808448_1162226_2103130009_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688526223291983842" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvLeR9Olz08/TvG0dgLQJ-I/AAAAAAAAB-M/xvHWBUoxPtQ/s320/319619_294088717287553_100000592808448_1162226_2103130009_n_large.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a pleasure saying things via visuals. And today's Wordless Wednesday gives me the opportunity to say everything without saying anything at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-7605317591193316889?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/7605317591193316889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=7605317591193316889&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/7605317591193316889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/7605317591193316889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2011/12/wordless-but-worldful.html' title='Wordless but Worldful :)'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvLeR9Olz08/TvG0dgLQJ-I/AAAAAAAAB-M/xvHWBUoxPtQ/s72-c/319619_294088717287553_100000592808448_1162226_2103130009_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-4098940984835719469</id><published>2011-03-27T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:10:23.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>hello from my part of the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont think i have missed anything from around here :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the sorta following i had at the old "life or something" cannot be compared to this one - nevertheless - thank you for sticking around and making me feel i am not alone - ever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;words i am full of but time i am less on - nothing specific that i am doing - just cooking and cleaning - trying to blend in the social stardards of living a woman's life :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;of course every minute is a welcome and every breath is gracious - i can't thank almighty enough for the blessings i have received!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2mLayoyWl98/TZAlzW5GCkI/AAAAAAAAB9I/vHFx9ppcIlo/s1600/tumblr_lbwa7ddEOI1qcmxjuo1_1280_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5N5hwLwZf08/TZAmKcRHhpI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/H5l-EzeLBhI/s1600/tumblr_lbwa7ddEOI1qcmxjuo1_1280_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589009098395322002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5N5hwLwZf08/TZAmKcRHhpI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/H5l-EzeLBhI/s320/tumblr_lbwa7ddEOI1qcmxjuo1_1280_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to perform umrah late in February 2011 - a lifetime experience that has been. i was not expecting to be that lucky but my expectations were turned down in a positive manner - Allah welcomed me with open arms and the first time my eyes blinked to see the grandiose of Kaaba - tears wouldn't stop coming. I just could not believe what I had missed for 28 years of my life. A sight not everyone is blessed to see. A feeling not many are priveleged to feel. I feel so bountiful and so beautiful after my return - yes a couple of pimple breakouts have me going all mad - but apart from that - i see something lost come back to me !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;how have you all been doing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If i were still a working woman - i'd be celebrating monday mourning! but now that i aint - i am happy like all times of the week - alhamdulilah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hoping and praying you all miss me and are wanting to see more of me around here :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes the greedy me hasn't ceased to be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am there like that i have been !! welcome me now :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-4098940984835719469?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/4098940984835719469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=4098940984835719469&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4098940984835719469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4098940984835719469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-from-my-part-of-world.html' title='hello from my part of the world!'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5N5hwLwZf08/TZAmKcRHhpI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/H5l-EzeLBhI/s72-c/tumblr_lbwa7ddEOI1qcmxjuo1_1280_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-4462108574055801509</id><published>2010-12-16T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T08:48:00.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday-13'/><title type='text'>13 lessons of love and humor in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/Snuj44ImzpI/AAAAAAAAGPs/mM_9qiQbv5s/s1600-h/oRZFkkc9jn9oe1hy0JiAoBDro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/Snuj44ImzpI/AAAAAAAAGPs/mM_9qiQbv5s/s400/oRZFkkc9jn9oe1hy0JiAoBDro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367063578478562962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Think of 10 people you know who are difficult to deal with (or are outright enemies).  Chances are, most of these individuals are extremely similar to you in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Life has no cash value.  Remember, unlike anything material that a Mastercard might let you purchase, life is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't be a hypocrite.  Or at least try not to be one, since there really ARE times where you don't want someone to make the same mistake as you did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Admit that you're not perfect.  You are not always right, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Control" is a key on your keyboard, not something to do to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To get somebody to act their age, treat them the age they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Upgrades are overrated.  Learn to "downgrade" your life if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People are like screws, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you can't say something nice, at least say it behind the person's back and don't let the person ever know you said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The needs of the ones you love are far more important than your own personal desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Wisdom comes about with age - and life experiences as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Watch your step.  DENIAL KILLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Please don't look behind the headboard.  There are more important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/SnukM8eEZMI/AAAAAAAAGP0/DBlu7IwpJko/s200/3384830613_36b812b0cf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367063923239707842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-4462108574055801509?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/4462108574055801509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=4462108574055801509&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4462108574055801509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4462108574055801509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/12/13-lessons-of-love-and-humor-in-life.html' title='13 lessons of love and humor in life'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/Snuj44ImzpI/AAAAAAAAGPs/mM_9qiQbv5s/s72-c/oRZFkkc9jn9oe1hy0JiAoBDro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-1377261608254687460</id><published>2010-12-14T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:46:52.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday scribblings'/><title type='text'>the anticipation of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/SnXTvvLEwMI/AAAAAAAAGLs/j6i4P7g68FQ/s1600-h/anticipate__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365427348152041666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/SnXTvvLEwMI/AAAAAAAAGLs/j6i4P7g68FQ/s320/anticipate__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Years In Rewind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;No, I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Shut that thought and go ask him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I inhaled a long breath and held it for a couple of seconds, it looked paramount, the task at hand and I had ounces of courage draining out of me. I just had everything that was required to get me through the task but there was still void, a lot of it and it kept filling in with fear. Fear of rejection, fear of being laughed at, fear of that awkward silence and the stare of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You are kidding me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a shiver run through my spine and there he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Are you free Friday evening for a cup of coffee? I mean, that is, if you are not doing anything after work?...I'll just um--I'll go now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;And suddenly it was all over. My anticipations were rewarded. he smiled and we met at coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It was back again, that same feeling. I felt like I had a pimple of my face which was bothering me so much that I had to pop it and keep popping it until all the pus was gone. I liked him a lot more now and I hoped that we were on the same page. So, without any other distractions while we were dining at a restaurant one day, it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fast forward four years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We were sitting grinning at boring married couples and I was agitated, flustered and totally tensed because he had asked me to dress my best that day. Sure, the ice breaker was not that hard but being a girl posing proposals is not what goes on in routine. The first time we had coffee that was my ask out and then he carried on asking me, which never felt awkward and I always anticipated a call just before work was over on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;His thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The first time she asked me, I was so thrilled that I could not stop wearing that awkward smile for weeks. Now it was my turn to put myself in the ring and take the weight off my chest. I feel like a champion whose title is at stake. If i don't thrust the right punch at the right spot I might lose everything I had gathered in one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I finally said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Will you marry me? I mean, if this is too early to ask you, I could ask you another time. But if you're ready... Never mind, I think I'm pressuring you too much... I'll just um--Don't worry, I'll pay and leave.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My Reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I thought you'd never ask. And I smiled with passion and kissed him on his cheek.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/SnXT2CP4oDI/AAAAAAAAGL0/ka75GEByrAs/s1600-h/6a00e5528961688833011571494e1d970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365427456351707186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/SnXT2CP4oDI/AAAAAAAAGL0/ka75GEByrAs/s320/6a00e5528961688833011571494e1d970c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fast forward forty years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are, again, off and on in anticipation for the worst to come and yet finding Heaven so very easily. I still find myself without the breath to express just what you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;His thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We have been together for forty years and we have shared more than a table, a bed, our children, our ambitions, our dreams, our secrets, and more than a life. Yet, it seems never enough, and I know by the look on your face that you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My Reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It started out awkward but we grew into each others' skin and just can't shake it off. I think I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We anticipated a life of togetherness and we got there. Each time one of us had to step forward but after the first step it all fell in place, we have loved and we have lived and we have been happily married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I anticipated a loving life ahead and my dreams just shaped up right before my eyes, with the man I truly fell in love with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-1377261608254687460?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/1377261608254687460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=1377261608254687460&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/1377261608254687460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/1377261608254687460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/12/anticipation-of-you.html' title='the anticipation of you'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/SnXTvvLEwMI/AAAAAAAAGLs/j6i4P7g68FQ/s72-c/anticipate__by_mumbojumbo89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-1428281727592235339</id><published>2010-12-10T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:48:11.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>to you i speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oo many people try to THINK they know me and try to figure me out, and guess wrong EVERY time. There is no point in always trying to draw false conclusions about me for no damn reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me and I will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do Not Judge Me in Your Mind's Limited Capacity.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-1428281727592235339?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/1428281727592235339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=1428281727592235339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/1428281727592235339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/1428281727592235339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-you-i-speak.html' title='to you i speak'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-6004698563353899713</id><published>2010-12-06T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T02:16:00.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>strawberry and cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/SR1MiRPLCHI/AAAAAAAAAt4/1dZhtDCIAAI/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/SR1MiRPLCHI/AAAAAAAAAt4/1dZhtDCIAAI/s320/aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mindset at this very moment at work is very retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She dreams a champagne dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strawberry suprise, pink linen on white paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lavender and cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She says that love is for fools that fall behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm somewhere between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Never really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A killer from a savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Til I break at the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We're here and now, will ever be again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Away again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;inspired by song lyrics -Shimmer by Fuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it I am at lunch hour sitting with myself talking to my computer and also having this really nice lip movement which I did not quite know of until I saw my reflection on my mobile phone screen. I think I can be romantic with myself once in a while, not that I have tried the idea yet but it does seem tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think strawberry, cream, log fires and champagne get me in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have never ever experienced any of it but I am sure it is as craving-some as I make it sound right now. You will just be a total loser if you don’t think so the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the strawberry and cream call. Yes I have tried it in the most unromantic of settings and with the most unromantic lot of people around me, and hence my thirst of satisfaction is still lingering and at this very moment I am imagining it lying in front of me, and when I lift my eyes, there he is, the man I can totally be romantic with [right! Good wishful thinking woman, wake up!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘to my own self… how do I wake up with eyes already open?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cream is so sumptuous and totally yearning to be in my mouth right now. You sure think I am losing my mind but the vice versa is too normal and hence cannot happen with someone as abnormal as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an unopened bottle of champagne in my drawer. Which drawer? The drawer which is in the home I am yet to make with the man who offers me strawberry and cream for the rest of our lives together. You so can sleep with your eyes open or are you deliberately having day dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shining liquid in that slim goblet with love written all over it, who in their right minds will give this chance away? Obviously you can, because you can’t think but I cannot, I will avail it. But there are some rules I just don’t break and one of those cant break rules are ‘everything with the man who is my husband’…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so long to wish and dream with this conscience somewhere sitting with its arms wrapped on the edge of the planet, but it just loves me so much that it has literally glued itself to me. No self-pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strawberry and cream taste marvelous topped with a little of vanilla ice cream by the way, I have the taste in my taste buds and though I have imagined it, I know it is just too good. A bit of nuts would add glamour to it but you can skip it if you are not a nutty professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why need log fire when you have champagne? Good one! But like they say, there is never enough heat when you are in love, it just cannot be achieved or else this world would never have faced global warming and the misery of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my log fires, and that throw rug right in front of it, and that sparkling golden champagne … miserably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I am not getting that, may I just have some strawberry and cream to let the feeling pass. I have an active imagination when it comes to playing it, I will play it inside my head and you will not get any juices. So may I have some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. I am really hungry and I am waiting for food to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orders take so long in being delivered that I will have to talk to the admin about setting up a café soon, I have had enough of wait oh please wait it is on its way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just too much I am waiting for and I cannot get everything [though I am capable of it] but I am just playing a down to earth little woman who knows nothing about how to get what she wants *smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my food is here. &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/3385335666608669406-6004698563353899713?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/6004698563353899713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=6004698563353899713&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/6004698563353899713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/6004698563353899713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/12/strawberry-and-cream.html' title='strawberry and cream'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/SR1MiRPLCHI/AAAAAAAAAt4/1dZhtDCIAAI/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-3710343082061952293</id><published>2010-12-01T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T02:16:07.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Is I stranger than You or You stranger than I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/SR01tNbpNAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Qe1ed89oLuc/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; width: 320px; height: 250px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/SR01tNbpNAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Qe1ed89oLuc/s320/a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Is I stranger than You or You stranger than I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;two really different people, in different settings, in different parts of the world, at one time, at one place and in the strangest of circumstances start talking without ever seeing each others faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some expression, a word, or unexpected news makes you feel so low that you just don’t want to see, hear or do anything after that? Tears just flow uninvited and all nostalgia hits at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distance doesn’t matter while we talk or acquaint with people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a motivation of the simplest form can highly help exterminate a huge problem or misunderstanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It is not everyday we bump into people who make our heart and mind soar in the clouds or make us feel good about ourselves and when and if we do we take them so much for granted that it all just goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very ungrateful for what we have and hence never realize the full utilization of the blessings. People come and people leave and all that is left are memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is I stranger than You or You stranger than I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-3710343082061952293?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/3710343082061952293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=3710343082061952293&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/3710343082061952293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/3710343082061952293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-i-stranger-than-you-or-you-stranger.html' title='Is I stranger than You or You stranger than I?'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/SR01tNbpNAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Qe1ed89oLuc/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-4828601971547336737</id><published>2010-11-28T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:28:00.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Operation: Blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/SbDJXFs9dCI/AAAAAAAACgs/e_cILh4wims/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/SbDJXFs9dCI/AAAAAAAACgs/e_cILh4wims/s320/tag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309965359174743074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;re-posting this after a year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Highness, &lt;a href="http://concerningmjk.blogspot.com/"&gt;MJness&lt;/a&gt; tagged me this and because of the contractual obligations, I just had to, had to do this and get away as far as I can from this obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. I hate obligations. I make and break my own rules YOUR HIGHNESS **wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finish the sentence..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish the sentence survey - your turn! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES YOU, I CURSE YOU not JUST TAG YOU&lt;/span&gt; hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paste the sentences into a note of your own, change the ... to your answers, then tag awesome people to use it as filler posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finish The Sentence Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huh? Which one? Husband or Best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe I should... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consider launching Coffee Couture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smooooooooooooochessss!! but not from a NOT CLEAN SHAVEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People would say that I'm... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Non-Conformist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't understand... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; gets the man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I wake up in the morning... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I switch my alarm off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myself back in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Life is full of... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passions and possessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My past is... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet to be locked and disposed. I run on a 10,000,000 GB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I get annoyed when... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see crocodile tears in a human eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Parties are... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not my kind any day, any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I wish... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could get married by the sea and  7^%$^* by it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Dogs... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like, bitches I don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cats... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are as wild as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tomorrow... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is finally weekend! (It is actually start of WEEK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got to lose weight lol (I actually managed alhamdullilah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If I had a million dollars… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would have it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm totally... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in hate of something I can’t spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;TAG YOU ARE IT DUDE AND DUDETTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-4828601971547336737?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/4828601971547336737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=4828601971547336737&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4828601971547336737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4828601971547336737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/operation-blank.html' title='Operation: Blank'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/SbDJXFs9dCI/AAAAAAAACgs/e_cILh4wims/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-5931884338245997207</id><published>2010-11-27T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T01:09:00.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/STObqvJy1rI/AAAAAAAABHg/tujVV_YiKdM/s1600-h/Good+Morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730747095340722" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/STObqvJy1rI/AAAAAAAABHg/tujVV_YiKdM/s320/Good+Morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Good Morning Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How is your world?&lt;br /&gt;How is your grandma?&lt;br /&gt;How is that tea you are having? Oh no you have coffee don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Does the air around you speak of something?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it whisper?&lt;br /&gt;Give your self two minutes of silence and let it speak to you *smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was definitely what I thought I’d do. Sometimes to do that which isn’t expected feels so great. Monday mornings aren’t really my favorite and I am so sure you are thinking ‘WHATEVER’… but then let us just treat this misery in a different way. You know how it goes, ‘when you don’t like the look of something, try to look at it a little differently’…. Go on give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my morning without coffee, which exactly is not my way of starting a day. I had two cups of tea instead, with my bugsy who enjoyed my presence thoroughly. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those who don’t know who bugsy is, his name is Rollu Pollu and he is my pet bug on my desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather for the day is a not too happening. It is not as cold as I would have liked it. The craving for a cup of coffee with a nice headline in the newspaper could have done wonders to this morning; nevertheless it isn’t so bad after all. Two cups of tea really charge me equally! I am on the roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only text I received this morning was ‘your message counter has expired, please recharge’ and hence no morning calls yet. I walked outside my office for a bit and the fresh air really blessed the Monday woes and they just tip toed out of sight. My office is very near to the beach, so you can imagine the new winds that keep coming in with the waves. It is a really good morning. I am having a day in my life which some might not be having. I am working and I am pleased to be dressed as I am and to top that my colleague offered me a &lt;strong&gt;Lindt Lindor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[I don’t know how many of you have heard of it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and it plainly melts in your mouth. The taste and the aftereffects are heavenly. Have it if you haven’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And smile today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you who have randomly dropped in; this morning will never come back. A lot of bad things are happening all around me and yet I am keeping my sense and saneness, it comes with the positive thoughts; let the negatives be gone dears! Life is just too unexpected and every breath you are accountable for.&lt;br /&gt;Smile smile and make the person nearest you smile back at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don’t have an agenda for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile I aint telling. You know what you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;So go on now… do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sign off line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I approach a child, he inspires in me two sentiments-tenderness for what he&lt;br /&gt;is and respect for what he may become.— Quote from Louis Pasteur&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-5931884338245997207?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/5931884338245997207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=5931884338245997207&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/5931884338245997207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/5931884338245997207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKNXd7iW25M/STObqvJy1rI/AAAAAAAABHg/tujVV_YiKdM/s72-c/Good+Morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-1558324798387976032</id><published>2010-11-25T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T04:20:20.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday-13'/><title type='text'>when it is PINK it is PERFECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For starters - enjoy the ride of PINKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;Thursday-13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO5AHmslnbI/AAAAAAAAB60/Iyg1uIZdsto/s1600/tumblr_lcfej3PWrl1qbt1vfo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO4_-ZQj8tI/AAAAAAAAB6k/pqUk3JxOTHY/s400/tumblr_l77wl49V3X1qcbrlho1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543438532504449746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO4_-fcZXSI/AAAAAAAAB6c/qbSx0G1GEc8/s1600/tumblr_l9zj20Sj9s1qaa877o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO4_-fcZXSI/AAAAAAAAB6c/qbSx0G1GEc8/s400/tumblr_l9zj20Sj9s1qaa877o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543438534164700450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO4_-DiloOI/AAAAAAAAB6U/Jo-5whiSiic/s1600/tumblr_lahu9lmH2r1qe248go1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO4_-DiloOI/AAAAAAAAB6U/Jo-5whiSiic/s400/tumblr_lahu9lmH2r1qe248go1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543438526674477282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO4_90k6X0I/AAAAAAAAB6M/h2ZPA7hZpmQ/s1600/tumblr_lcfjgnfMbM1qb5bnjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO4_90k6X0I/AAAAAAAAB6M/h2ZPA7hZpmQ/s400/tumblr_lcfjgnfMbM1qb5bnjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543438522657693506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it is 20? - couldn't help exceeding my perfect mood :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is your 13 about? drop me a link and share the bling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my desk is a disaster and boss just sneaked up on me and snapped the mess - my shot below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO44Z8i2VVI/AAAAAAAAB6E/yIbLlS-TW7o/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO44Z8i2VVI/AAAAAAAAB6E/yIbLlS-TW7o/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543430209739838802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the heart to put it enlarged :P&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/3385335666608669406-1558324798387976032?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/1558324798387976032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=1558324798387976032&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/1558324798387976032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/1558324798387976032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-it-is-pink-it-is-perfect.html' title='when it is PINK it is PERFECT'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TO5AHmslnbI/AAAAAAAAB60/Iyg1uIZdsto/s72-c/tumblr_lcfej3PWrl1qbt1vfo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-8091991538813632367</id><published>2010-11-20T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:12:42.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cant explain'/><title type='text'>10 reasons I hate about MONDAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/garfield-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/garfield-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it is Mournday.&lt;/span&gt; I hate Mondays, because it comes right after Sundays. Why should the week start with a day that rhymes with ‘mourn’ and hence have tears written all over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it is moronic and mean. &lt;/span&gt;No matter what I do the letter M and the moronic effect it has on the day does things which leave me all miserable and moaning. The letter M is jinxed for monotonous misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it muddles a mess.&lt;/span&gt; Mondays are mean and there is no way it gives in, even when you welcome it with open arms and say a little prayer. The Monday Morning Meetings at work add to the misery and then the muddle which follows goes on for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because Monday is a realist. &lt;/span&gt;I think God placed Mondays in the fate of us Human Beings as a reality-check. I hate reality-checks; can we just not sway and flow with our ideal beliefs in an ideal setting on an ideal weekend? Of course not! God loves us too much to see us so lazy and dreamy! No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it comes every week. &lt;/span&gt;No matter how much you hate Mondays, it will come and you can do nothing about it and that is probably the biggest reason to hate it. It will come and laugh at your face and leave you helpless all over again like the many Mondays which came and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it is an abrupt end to leisure. &lt;/span&gt;Monday is the deliberate sacrifice of personal freedom for the sake of financial survival. Two days of going into a Relax Mode, and the sudden end to it, is psychologically and physically very unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it masters our week. &lt;/span&gt;We are all destined to be under one master or the other and there is always a push factor and I hate to be pushed around. Monday pushes me out of bed, out of home, out of my comfort zone into the unwelcoming morning / mourning. It sets off the alarm of a very weak week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because there is an instinctive dislike for it.&lt;/span&gt; There are some unexplainable electrons and protons and neutrons that work out an equation of hate and dislike with this day. No matter how bright the sun is shining, the wind is blowing; it is all working towards inviting an uninvited storm which ruins the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it is unforgiving and unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt; The plans it has and brings tune in my life, in such a way that I cannot mould it as per my comfort. It takes revenge for liking Saturday and Sunday better and makes everything which has to come before the next weekend, unforgettable and unbearable. It never forgives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because it is longer than all other days of the week.&lt;/span&gt; Who like to drag on and make it through the routine hours of the day at 1 mile per hour? Yes that is the pace at which it drags for me and every single thing I put my hand into; I say a little prayer because it otherwise never comes out right. Downright jinxed this day is. I sure wish someone could rid it off my calendar and I never have to face it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oc.smugmug.com/photos/211520527-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 266px;" src="http://oc.smugmug.com/photos/211520527-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3385335666608669406-8091991538813632367?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/8091991538813632367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=8091991538813632367&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/8091991538813632367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/8091991538813632367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-reasons-i-hate-about-mondays.html' title='10 reasons I hate about MONDAYS'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-512679197797543027</id><published>2010-11-18T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:43:47.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3WW'/><title type='text'>if you really are happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc22eejqW01qezwmho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc22eejqW01qezwmho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance doesn’t matter if you really are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in love with someone. What matters most is how you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clutch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;onto honesty &amp;amp; trust to make that relationship work out. In the end you shall &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in no distance and the closeness will make you one by all means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.threewordwednesday.com/2010/11/3ww-ccxv.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3WW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-512679197797543027?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/512679197797543027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=512679197797543027&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/512679197797543027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/512679197797543027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-really-are-happy.html' title='if you really are happy'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-6570023470541639387</id><published>2010-11-18T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T02:01:00.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday-13'/><title type='text'>I Shall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l39h7lYDed1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 339px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l39h7lYDed1qz4d4bo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Spend more time taking notice of all the influences in my life. Friends, family, television shows, magazines, blogs, etc. Things that motivate me and demotivate me - though I shall be spending less time around the negative influences and more time around the positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Set aside more time for myself where I shall be in isolation. The negative energy is bad to give off and I know I will regain my positive self if only I pamper myself and participate in  my favorite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Try changing my usual perspective about situations. Sometimes that is all it takes to turn a grumpy day around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have friends whom I believe in and vice versa and family beside me in my life because they mean my wellness and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fill your space with reminders of gratefulness and wonders. My life and the progress I have made is nothing short of it.  My favorite quotes will be right there to boost my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get back into writing letters and cards to close friends and family with positive wishes and joyful greetings! I know that is my forte and I should be going back doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Encourage the people in all ways and try to help them rid themselves of anything negative they have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get excited about the little things that make me happy! A Backstreet Boy song it could be or a colorful cup cake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Not be in a state of denial. I will accept my moods and mistakes and have the courage to curb it into something positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. De-clutter my life! there are ample things that are taking space but are useless - I shall flush them immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make room for new things that have come in and will do and don't suffocate me.  It is obvious that my family is not a part of this suffocation, they elate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Channel my inner self especially the child in me every so often. Do things that the child within me would love! Blow bubbles, ride the merry-go-round, drink chocolate milk, play hop scotch, color, take photos of random objects, play dress-up, etc. I should stop feeling so darn old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Challenge my beliefs and my own words - I should play mind games with me to the extent that I come out as a wiser and brighter person. I should! I should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about time - I should just DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;T-13&lt;/a&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/3385335666608669406-6570023470541639387?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/6570023470541639387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=6570023470541639387&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/6570023470541639387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/6570023470541639387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-shall.html' title='I Shall...'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-2224001188598677195</id><published>2010-11-16T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:59:22.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday-13'/><title type='text'>Thoughts inside my head</title><content type='html'>I feel so helpless - I don't have a pc and work doesn't let me pour in about anything at all. But there has been stuff happening. I am on a roll with thoughts - some might make sense - others might just bore you - none the less here it is all - word to word for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7uhirb06A1qzfbflo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 640px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7uhirb06A1qzfbflo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4lh8c081W1qcrctgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4lh8c081W1qcrctgo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l64fogkQUP1qabe2lo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l64fogkQUP1qabe2lo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8pqc9pl3V1qc4wr0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8pqc9pl3V1qc4wr0o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7igpuy2Qn1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7igpuy2Qn1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l89x4e0gcq1qzfcxso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l89x4e0gcq1qzfcxso1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6wj5xiiTh1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6wj5xiiTh1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_land0vp7G81qbo3bfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_land0vp7G81qbo3bfo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l95basEVd41qbtel2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l95basEVd41qbtel2o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8s6ipk3N21qzt1svo1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 504px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8s6ipk3N21qzt1svo1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ladmy2bwmd1qcxvwwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ladmy2bwmd1qcxvwwo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9gsxc7ymJ1qc8g4to1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9gsxc7ymJ1qc8g4to1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8yzdestiV1qatei9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8yzdestiV1qatei9o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you know my thoughts too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3385335666608669406-2224001188598677195?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/2224001188598677195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=2224001188598677195&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/2224001188598677195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/2224001188598677195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/thoughts-inside-my-head.html' title='Thoughts inside my head'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-2723985227325907412</id><published>2010-11-14T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T02:51:58.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday scribblings'/><title type='text'>Bright Ideas! Mine To Be</title><content type='html'>I shall be this unique homemaker once I get married that it will shock the lights out of the people who think of me otherwise. How can a working woman balance home? I will show you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/pocket-board-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/pocket-board-de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fb_captionbox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture frame into a pretty  and  practical pocket organizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/dZ/Knitting-Crafts-7-de2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/dZ/Knitting-Crafts-7-de2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a woolen pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/fabric-sachets-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/fabric-sachets-de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fb_captionbox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freshen up drawers with heart-shaped sachets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/M8/Knitting-Crafts-3-de5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/M8/Knitting-Crafts-3-de5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fb_captionbox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a sweater sleeve over a bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/napkin-ring-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/napkin-ring-de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fb_captionbox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bandanna napkin ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/patch-pillow-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/patch-pillow-de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fb_captionbox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unique patchwork pillowcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/03/Spring-Crafts-Table-Runner-0510-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/03/Spring-Crafts-Table-Runner-0510-de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="fb_title"&gt;A Hankie Table Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/tq/Spring-Crafts-Sachet-0510-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/tq/Spring-Crafts-Sachet-0510-de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A spring sachet from a hankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/CLX-mirror-craft-0610-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/CLX-mirror-craft-0610-de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dress up a plain mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/J0/CLX0108SIM_002-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/J0/CLX0108SIM_002-de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cord box out of a shoe box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and there you have not entirely mine but to be mine bright ideas which I shall put to use because not everything should be thrown away - Coming from a designing background I think such things really tempt me and I shall 'as housewife' do much more than just above and have it labeled "Me &amp;amp; My Bright Ideas"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday Scribblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-2723985227325907412?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/2723985227325907412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=2723985227325907412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/2723985227325907412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/2723985227325907412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-my-bright-ideas.html' title='Bright Ideas! Mine To Be'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-8012626614343994115</id><published>2010-11-12T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:27:18.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3WW'/><title type='text'>Treasure my Gesture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7edhl3q1h1qz8d8go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7edhl3q1h1qz8d8go1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life will break you. That is like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gesture&lt;/span&gt; of living, because no matter how much you try escaping it will get you and after every break you will mend. It will now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; strike you that I am either less on hope and high on dope. But it is none – I am just being brutally blunt with you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Treasure&lt;/span&gt; my sweet and sour gesture for now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2010/11/3ww-ccxiv.html"&gt;3WW&lt;/a&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/3385335666608669406-8012626614343994115?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/8012626614343994115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=8012626614343994115&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/8012626614343994115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/8012626614343994115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/treasure-my-gesture.html' title='Treasure my Gesture'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-9045730858657382996</id><published>2010-11-09T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:02:15.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy'/><title type='text'>Moulding My Middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Very keen on getting my abs right and my hips in and hence browsing all around to find the best possible exercises to keep me in shape. I am way too lazy early mornings. And as winter sets in, I am becoming more lazy. There is more hunger and less exercise hence increased consumption of green tea. Anyone knows of a tea which when had after meals will wipe out any traces of calorie and fat? Well if there isn't one yet, I'd like to write to scientists to get to the job and make way for a new and important discovery. We aren't all that keen on moving around as much as it would take to lose inches. Can we have something that'll take care of what we eat? please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should I share the easy stuff I do after work at home in the comforts of my home. It sure would be more effective if I make it routine early morning, but right now, it just isn't happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5 Simple Moves to Mold a Waist by Suzanne Schlosberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/73/photo/15873/slide/bird_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/73/photo/15873/slide/bird_dog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bird Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a. Kneel on all fours, knees under your hips, wrists directly under your shoulders, fingers facing forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;b. Engage your abdominal muscles to avoid arching your back. Simultaneously raise your left leg and right arm, extending both until they are exactly, or nearly, parallel to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;c. Avoid tilting your hips or shoulders, and keep your head aligned with your torso. Gently return to the starting position, and repeat with the opposite limbs. Do 5 reps on each side, building up to 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/74/photo/15874/slide/front_plank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 136px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/74/photo/15874/slide/front_plank.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Front Plank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a. Lie on your belly with your elbows close to your sides, hands facing forward. Contract your front thigh muscles to extend your legs and pull your toes toward your shins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;b. Contract your abs, and slowly lift your torso without arching your low back or shrugging your shoulders. Keep your knees straight and shoulders over your elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;c. Hold, and then slowly lower, keeping your torso stiff and knees straight. Start by holding for 5 seconds, gradually working up to 30 seconds to 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/75/photo/15875/slide/bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 149px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/75/photo/15875/slide/bicycle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bicycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a. Lie with your back flat on the floor, hands beside your head, thumbs behind your ears and knees lifted to a 45-degree angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;b. Slowly mimic a bicycle pedaling motion, alternately touching your right elbow to your left knee and your left elbow to your right knee. Do 8 to 12 repetitions on each side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/76/photo/15876/slide/ball_crunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 139px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/76/photo/15876/slide/ball_crunch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ball Crunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A. Sit on a balance ball with your feet flat on the floor. Let the ball roll back slowly. Tightening your abdominals, lean back so your torso rests on the ball and your thighs are parallel to the floor. Place your hands behind your head, thumbs behind your ears, chin tilted slightly, elbows out to the sides and rounded slightly in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B. Contracting your abs, slowly curl up and forward until your upper back lifts off the ball. Hold for a moment, and then lower slowly. Keep your feet firmly planted on the floor, and tailbone and low back in contact with the ball. Do 8 to 12 repetitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/77/photo/15877/slide/boat_pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/58/77/photo/15877/slide/boat_pose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Boat Pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a. From a seated position, tighten your abdominals and recline back slightly, keeping your back straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;b. Lift your legs so your thighs are at a 45-degree angle to the floor, creating a V shape with your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;c. Maintaining an elongated spine, lift your arms out straight, so they are in line with your shoulders. Balance on your sit bones, holding for 5 to 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So totally fun to do and easy too - just when you put your head and heart to it - of course your muscles will have to agree too and you can do that when you put your soul into it. I am a health freak now and this is all part of my health doings - Dieting is too much of a  fad and what is lost gains back when you let yourself lose. Eat healthy and be wise - move a little and feel elated for long :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-9045730858657382996?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/9045730858657382996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=9045730858657382996&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/9045730858657382996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/9045730858657382996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/moulding-my-middle.html' title='Moulding My Middle'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-7727361116738823747</id><published>2010-11-04T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:32:02.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday-13'/><title type='text'>Intense and insightful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course I am well lagging in here. Probably feeling I should leave or no - I could but there is a reason to stay - a reason I am en route of. Life is always on course. The little distractions along the way and the intensity with which they attack is the real off course. Surely there is a wise saying which goes something like, 'along life's road there is no reason why we shouldn't stop to smell the roses'... but sometimes the rose is just a means of off course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday Scribblings are very well lagging and I am not too happy to say it. But now I see the insight into Intense and proudly stating the 13 (for Thursday) under the subject in consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am intensely drawn towards cooking these days. All i can think about is which recipe to re-create. I am follow food channels and food blogs and savoring the sight of delicious and sumptuous meals prepared by great cooks. Once upon a time I was so turned off by the sound of 'to the kitchen' and now even after midnight I can't have enough of being there. Being on diet actually took me there. I excel at mild cooking and rich desserts and now I wanna do more. More desi cooking and Chinese cooking and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sight of sweet does make me drool but I could just do with a spoonful. The rest is for family and friends to feast on and I feast on the comments which follow. Shall I share recipes of intense delight? or should I share the 13 more intense and passionate pictures for Thursday today? I can't make up my mind... and I have to wrap this post before another job pops in. I am too  tired of performing - I just hope and pray the design I submitted on PowerPoint is well-considered. I boggled my brains out completely. Even though it was an inspired piece from many odd pieces. Never compiled any piece of the sort before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok before I am distracted by something again - let me share with you my intense diet conscious life at the moment. I am not agonizing. I am loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4637972/tumblr_latijuaudL1qzhtkjo1_500_large.jpg?1288262514"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 256px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4637972/tumblr_latijuaudL1qzhtkjo1_500_large.jpg?1288262514" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Coffee - Caffeine with Splenda and Skimmed Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/ea/img/-/100524/10-fight-fat-peanuts-15vk4du.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;q=80&amp;amp;n=1&amp;amp;sig=6NkdeBoa4Q7_ApibVf5Yfg--"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 339px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/ea/img/-/100524/10-fight-fat-peanuts-15vk4du.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;q=80&amp;amp;n=1&amp;amp;sig=6NkdeBoa4Q7_ApibVf5Yfg--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Unsalted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/ea/img/-/100524/13-fight-fat-vinegar-15vk4f9.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;q=80&amp;amp;n=1&amp;amp;sig=afwLVGCtp0gmJYB49GITMg--"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/ea/img/-/100524/13-fight-fat-vinegar-15vk4f9.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;q=80&amp;amp;n=1&amp;amp;sig=afwLVGCtp0gmJYB49GITMg--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Vinegar is an essential part of all my cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/ea/img/-/100524/8-fight-fat-popcorn-15vk4de.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;q=80&amp;amp;n=1&amp;amp;sig=PH2QeSxYd6n2MdMgZchIjA--"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 372px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/ea/img/-/100524/8-fight-fat-popcorn-15vk4de.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;q=80&amp;amp;n=1&amp;amp;sig=PH2QeSxYd6n2MdMgZchIjA--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Popcorn without flavour (no cheese or butter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/ea/img/-/100524/7-fight-fat-beans-15vk4d8.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;q=80&amp;amp;n=1&amp;amp;sig=6Dj00JsWnkEuncRuapkgvw--"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/ea/img/-/100524/7-fight-fat-beans-15vk4d8.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;q=80&amp;amp;n=1&amp;amp;sig=6Dj00JsWnkEuncRuapkgvw--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Beans especially RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/66/64/photo/6664/original/istock2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/66/64/photo/6664/original/istock2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Green Tea (mint lemon jasmine especially)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/40/81/photo/14081/original/Mushroom.Istock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 531px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/01/40/81/photo/14081/original/Mushroom.Istock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love mushrooms and saute them occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/02/97/16/photo/29716/original/iStock_000006248594Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/02/97/16/photo/29716/original/iStock_000006248594Small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Red and Blue berries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/02/98/08/photo/29808/original/iStock_000007873171Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/02/98/08/photo/29808/original/iStock_000007873171Small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Egg White Only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/03/20/86/photo/32086/original/iStock_000008981221Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 550px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/03/20/86/photo/32086/original/iStock_000008981221Small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. No Sugar Peanut Butter (teaspoon full on a toast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/02/97/21/photo/29721/original/iStock_000010981259Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/02/97/21/photo/29721/original/iStock_000010981259Small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Dark Chocolate when I have a craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/03/20/93/photo/32093/original/iStock_000009068235Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/03/20/93/photo/32093/original/iStock_000009068235Small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Almonds and other nuts with good fats don't make a difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/03/20/92/photo/32092/original/iStock_000008199267Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.more.com/images/photo/image/03/20/92/photo/32092/original/iStock_000008199267Small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 100% pure fruit juices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There you have 13 of the foods which are a part of my intense diet. I have lost a whole lot of kgs thanks to the routine I have maintained for the 3 months gone by. I am openly sharing it and would not mind a bit if you'd want to try it :) It cuts belly fat and I hate it when something gets on my belly :( esp load of the fat kind :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am retiring from today's blogging - Have a wonderful weekend ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;T-13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Scribblings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-7727361116738823747?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/7727361116738823747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=7727361116738823747&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/7727361116738823747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/7727361116738823747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/11/intense-and-insightful.html' title='Intense and insightful'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-8417764249060352925</id><published>2010-10-30T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:24:51.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday stealing'/><title type='text'>The Meme About Me, Myself and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4569730/34418_159414427420149_159250337436558_411126_809924_n_large.jpg?1287946613"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4569730/34418_159414427420149_159250337436558_411126_809924_n_large.jpg?1287946613" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What inspires you to blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my life or something like it *grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What’s the best thing about blogging, for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It is the fact that my words are poured into hearts of those who mean something to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What is your favourite book of all time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It has to be "a 1000 splendid suns" for all reasons I cannot describe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. It’s 9pm and for some reason you’ve been hungry all day, despite the three square meals. What do you rustle up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I saute veges and have em with toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Who are three of your style icons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I would rather pick my sense than icons to dictate fashion and style to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What’s your current favourite song/piece of music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"What if" by Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What is the last book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Diary of a Social Butterfly by Moni Mohsin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is your current favourite recipe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;At the moment I specialize in Fettuccine Alfredo hence that is my fave recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Who or what first inspired you to set up your own blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My life or Something Like it... and it continues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What object could you not live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Perfumeeeee DKNY 'PINK' Be Delicious (I am running out of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Where do you see yourself in ten years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I do see myself in a perfect family setting with husband and kids&lt;br /&gt;but you never know I might get a career setting instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Who or what made you into the person you are today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We all have people and situations which make or break the life and us -&lt;br /&gt;I too have had the share of those and&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am because of the mistakes I made&lt;br /&gt;and lessons I learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What have your learned from blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've learned that I am never alone -&lt;br /&gt;I always have someone who echos my thoughts and opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Knowing what you know now, what knowledge would you pass on to your past self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Just excel in education and career goals, the rest will fall in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Sunday roasts - lunchtime or evening meal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Evening Meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What has been your best blogging-related experience so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So far - I am looking forward to the BEST :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240707426999565698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s200/SundayStealing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-8417764249060352925?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/8417764249060352925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=8417764249060352925&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/8417764249060352925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/8417764249060352925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/10/meme-about-me-myself-and-i.html' title='The Meme About Me, Myself and I'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s72-c/SundayStealing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-8803656745796128941</id><published>2010-10-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:09:27.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday scribblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Done and Ditched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TMFs1iPkgHI/AAAAAAAAB0o/tE0xiGxcraE/s1600/tumblr_l9fpp42xdJ1qamjjdo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TMFs1iPkgHI/AAAAAAAAB0o/tE0xiGxcraE/s320/tumblr_l9fpp42xdJ1qamjjdo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They keep asking me why I don't keep many friends? why I don't believe in friendship and why is it I have to rid off them frequently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they are curious about why the seemingly most important relationship in life is the most unimportant in mine. And &lt;a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com"&gt;Sunday Scribblings&lt;/a&gt; has given me a chance to quench their curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on a lot from what I was 3 years ago. I had never imagined life to go in such fast forward then. But now as I sit to ponder and keep saying this changed and that changed, my God I’ve changed so much. I hardly think twice before I press delete and there are no regrets later. I have stopped holding grudges and insecurities. No one leaves me now; I leave them much before the thought strikes in their heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking of changes much has changed on the relationship front for me. The friends I would have died without three years ago are hardly a matter of my concern or life. I don’t feed my phone any credit just so I don’t have to reply to them. Yes they complain, but it doesn’t hype me. Something in my heart says, ‘they just want to know if you are dead’ and hence I refrain from answering ever. Many are married now and many have just disappeared. They will be back, but I wont be needing them then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So technically speaking friends have stopped to co-exist with life for me. They are just locked away in some abandoned cell and I don’t ever feel the need to go in and take a look around. Does life do this to you? It takes away the essence of things which matter on a big scale? Like people and friends? Maybe it happens when all your needs are met via family. Over time I have learned to differ between friends and so-called friends. And most of them fill the latter. Friends are supposed to make your life better, right? But they had started to make mine miserable and very meager. I got caught up in an all-too-toxic relationship with friends that only dawned in stress, sadness and an overwhelming desire to gouge their eyeballs with a q-tip. Surely, no friendship is a pleasure without pain and there are definitely no surprise birthdays and random hellos or gifts and wacky photo shoots, and color-coordinated outfits, but nor should it be an inconvenience like an itchy wound that causes a big infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I learned the term frenemies and it surely does every kind of justice to what friends have done to me. I have ditched some and some I shall as time goes by. I m just loosening the knots of the bond we shared once. It is getting too suffocating and monotonous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Me Me Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I’ve had a lot of those and believe me this lot always managed to turn a conversation about a chipped nail into an hour-long whine session of how it will effect the other nails and how it hasn’t ever happened and then there is a wedding to attend and so on and so forth. These people always have a shocking tale about themselves, either to irritate you or tell you, you aren’t all that important to be spoken. It’s not that they don’t care about me but obviously I don’t matter so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opinionated Assailant:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When I will need an opinion I’ll ask but she won’t understand and he too. They will always bombard my existence with words I don’t need and yet I will have to hear and keep. This friend has something to say about what I do and how I do and with whom I choose to do it. Whatever way I do it in, is strictly not the right way and I will hear something about it in the negative most of the time. Why does the judgment need to be against me? Why not stand by me and hold my hand and have a ‘for’ opinion on the way I do things, any thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Attention Addict:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; every time it is a sob story. Why doesn’t he call me, why doesn’t he feel the way I do for him, cant he see, etc. always in tears and always wanting attention quite unnecessary. Her exaggerated drama always gets on my nerves and she drags melodrama every where she goes… I haven’t been much of a theatre follower but I can surely say it goes the same way. Always heart broken and always in tears. Her second name is Drama Queen! Don’t we all have enough of drama in our lives? If her tailor stitched her clothes a little too tight she ruins your entire day whining about it and thinks it is her right. Your time is her time and nothing can change that fact. In her world, there’s an absence of your priorities over yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moan Drone:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The real sad-sack type, the one always needing your ear to shout into and your shoulder to wet — always complaining about something, and if not anything than just about how bloated her tummy is and crying uselessly over it. Wearing a dreary face towards anything nice and happy you are going with in your life. If I bother trying to inspire for good living, another mouthful comes my way. They never feel good and better is far from good. Happiness is just not liking them enough and hence they love to whine and keep doing that forever if they have to. What a drag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Emasculating Manipulator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; They will humbly and gently get up there in your head and break the power you have over yourself to transform a very good decision to a very bad one. Yes they will always make you look bad in their own way. Your decisions will see the light of bad day when you leak it to them before you endorse it practically. They might not mean harm in the harm sense (or maybe I am fooling myself) but they sure let you down and put you down all together. You have a full burger and they’ll exclaim ‘how can you? I could never!’ I mean what? Why does it matter to you that I ate a full burger, so I was hungry. You don’t have to make me look so bad and make me feel it even if you think so. Bad you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have had the gossip queens too and the treacherous ones too (why I call them friends? I don’t know) but surely they were there by my side when misery dawned in upon me and I was in tears and unheard and wounded. Yes the tragedy of my little life is, I have grown to like my life now without these characters. Who waste not a second to come in when they want me and other times have all the right reasons to be off scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pity them. Life goes on and mine has terrifically. I just took time out to blog today and thought I’d remind me of the types I had once upon a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-8803656745796128941?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/8803656745796128941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=8803656745796128941&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/8803656745796128941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/8803656745796128941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/10/done-and-ditched.html' title='Done and Ditched'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TMFs1iPkgHI/AAAAAAAAB0o/tE0xiGxcraE/s72-c/tumblr_l9fpp42xdJ1qamjjdo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-4879286838177480170</id><published>2010-10-21T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T01:39:57.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday-13'/><title type='text'>I heart Karachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;thursday-13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes yes I should be cursing it and ridiculing it but why? Just because some hooligans are on the loose and trying to cause plunder around? Oh well that has happened always. The people who run this country are the only ones responsible for the mess this city is in. being the hub and the port for the whole country and obviously having an air of arrogance, surely why would it not be the target of rampage? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TL_0TdQVmKI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/LJ-Y_wK6lJg/s1600/tumblr_l9vuehAY601qzkfbpo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TL_0TdQVmKI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/LJ-Y_wK6lJg/s320/tumblr_l9vuehAY601qzkfbpo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being here almost all my life and hence being a misfit in anywhere around the country endorses my epitome as Karachick, truly and soberly. I love this city. I don’t even care much if it decides to cut off from the rest of the country and flushes itself out of the ingredients causing the stale smell and taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have seen this city since I was born. Twice I moved residence and hence localities but never did I change being who I was. I should be a patriot and go on chanting Pakistan Pakistan, but there isn’t must to shout about wrt to the entire country. We have an idiot for President and always have been under someone incapable of the position, so why am I willing to be a Paki over a Karachick? You won’t understand. I know you won’t. You can sing your own tunes, let me sing mine. I am patriotically challenged and there isn’t much I or you can do to change that. Change is hard when layers of dust of the same genre settle on top of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are reasons I heart Karachi and I will forever…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. This city is the place I owe my birth to. My good fate that I had to be born here and grow up here. And what a place it is. Gems are always eyed and I am proud to be part of this gem city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Karachi is where I started school and went to college and completed my bachelor’s degree. I sought after my goals and achievements and this city willingly helped me accomplish it. We have the best educational system. At least literate enough to stand tall and apart from the rest of the mediocre types. Do you see arrogance? Yea well I am showing it off :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I felt love here. I went to US and came back. There I did not find love, here is where I fell in love and bloomed in it. The air in Karachi is very selfless. They all say it is the opposite, but you have got to live here to feel it. It doesn’t touch everyone the same way. Yea selfish right :P so you  think that way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Amid all tensions of life, traffic jams, security issues, the ever increasing population thanks to the invites we so openly give to outsiders, filthy slums, broken roads and Karachi has a lot to offer every day when I ride to and from work. I can stop to have coffee on my way home and sit by the sea watching the breeze cleanse me. Yes this is my first love, I did not understand it when I was young, but this is where my heart is always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I heart Karachi for the evening skies and the lovely breeze. Yes it gets hot here but this city is the best when evening sets in. the sky is beautiful and the breeze is superb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. When it comes to shopping, Karachi the commercial hub of the country, offering a variety of shopping options. According to the recent survey by the Times newspaper Karachi is found to be the second-cheapest city in the world. This metropolitan city is home to every genre of shopping, from traditional Pakistani markets to upscale malls. Shopping in Karachi is really amusing, and the bazaars and malls of Karachi are among the sites which give it a unique identity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. This city has diet conscious people. Yes we don’t dive into desi ghees and parathas every morning. We have a balanced diet which includes the healthy stuff and not the over done things which ultimately lead to diseases and hospital expenses. When you are in Karachi, you know you eat to live and not live to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Fashion sense amongst men and women is not something you’ll die to see. There is ample of that and every one has a designer in him who’ll tell you something that’ll definitely make some sense. Aesthetics can be well judged by the interiors in houses and mansions. People just don’t have money, they have style too. No paindoo-ism here – not unless you are a misfit in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. What’s happening today in Karachi amidst the chaos and terror is an explosive cultural surge that is evident in arts, music, theatre, dance, literature, the new media, fashion, lifestyle, architecture, newer institutions of higher education. The work being produced is world-class level. We are in the eyes of the world for better reasons than what you think and w are being awarded for what we produce. Hats off to the efforts of people of Karachi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. Karachi has Raintree Spa and is for sure envied every where else in Pakistan. I indulged in their yummy services on my birthday and they gave me a 50% discount. What else could one ask for? Amazing rejuvenation at affordable prices. When you come here get a hint of it yourself. You’ll love the pampering. (I sound like they paid me to say this no :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Karachi my love has matured over time. It is aging but is never to old to get out at night and party. Of course there are restrictions. I await my spouse to indulge in that sort of fun. But no matter how bad the situation in the city is, no one can sit home and whine about it. We love to be out there and live life. And may God keep it that way for us always. Ameen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12 and 13 can rest because I have to get back to work. Have spend time writing the 11 things and will continue once work has been wrapped. You go on and envy me for the time being **wink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-4879286838177480170?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/4879286838177480170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=4879286838177480170&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4879286838177480170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4879286838177480170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-heart-karachi.html' title='I heart Karachi'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TL_0TdQVmKI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/LJ-Y_wK6lJg/s72-c/tumblr_l9vuehAY601qzkfbpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-9016097359796246090</id><published>2010-10-20T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:05:15.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cant explain'/><title type='text'>It just happens and I can't explain it - can you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TL6wtS-mJOI/AAAAAAAABzw/7J-XzIN6ZDc/s1600/tumblr_l97yc9dDoa1qc3oouo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TL6wtS-mJOI/AAAAAAAABzw/7J-XzIN6ZDc/s1600/tumblr_l97yc9dDoa1qc3oouo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- The moment where your house becomes your home. Your best friend becomes your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Where pain is absolutely beautiful and pleasurable. There is no way you will complain even if it makes you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Two people love each other so much that they can't breathe, and they can't see, anyone else but them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- You close your eyes, and a realization strikes you about yourself that you never had ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- You fall in love with something or someone you had no intention to fall for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- You achieve the impossible and you think that the impossible was just an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Someone loves you so much that even when they don’t say it, there is so much being said in their silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- You walk in with a smile and leave when you have everyone else smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- The last lines of a novel which leave you smiling behind tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- You have a wonderful dream and even when you wake up, you find it real and happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- There is fragrance all around but you really don’t know who is carrying your favorite scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- When a song and the words all strike you down like a thunderbolt and you can go on listening to the same track a hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- The experience of being human is more than you can take, and you feel like you couldn’t ask for anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-9016097359796246090?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/9016097359796246090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=9016097359796246090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/9016097359796246090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/9016097359796246090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-just-happens-and-i-cant-explain-it.html' title='It just happens and I can&apos;t explain it - can you?'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TL6wtS-mJOI/AAAAAAAABzw/7J-XzIN6ZDc/s72-c/tumblr_l97yc9dDoa1qc3oouo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-4019989669380564785</id><published>2010-10-14T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:48:48.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrostic'/><title type='text'>First Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/SnWv26M8v3I/AAAAAAAAGLk/ngmqMP7-EEk/s1600-h/%D8%B9%D8%B4%D9%82,b,w,hug,love,man,wedding-8eec8905f33bc3dfb9213b17a2e30f41_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/SnWv26M8v3I/AAAAAAAAGLk/ngmqMP7-EEk/s320/%D8%B9%D8%B4%D9%82,b,w,hug,love,man,wedding-8eec8905f33bc3dfb9213b17a2e30f41_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365387888953180018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; orever it took me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; n the realm of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; avaging the norms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; oothing unnecessary qualms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; o say yes to your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; oing the dance in the midst of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; t the stroke of midnight it had to cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; imely it was then when you did appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; ternity knows that day wont ever come near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acrostic Only&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-4019989669380564785?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/4019989669380564785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=4019989669380564785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4019989669380564785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/4019989669380564785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-date.html' title='First Date'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3dp5X2Nh5Xk/SnWv26M8v3I/AAAAAAAAGLk/ngmqMP7-EEk/s72-c/%D8%B9%D8%B4%D9%82,b,w,hug,love,man,wedding-8eec8905f33bc3dfb9213b17a2e30f41_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-3165285491284975017</id><published>2010-10-11T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T03:26:00.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday scribblings'/><title type='text'>Day: 6 'Essentials' to start my MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of all the days in the week, Monday is the most dreaded day of my entire life so far. Thank you God I am not a Monday child, I’d be mourning every single day of my life then :) yea you are wondering I am still doing the same :P but that is how you think and I don’t care how you  think. You are silly and you are stupid and what ever you do in your frame of sanity is surely far from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am much too over your league or do they say way out of your league :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven’t been blogging like I did once. And I miss it so much. Next month I am planning to get acrylic nails done so no way can I afford a laptop again. Just wishing that dad says he’ll gift it :( but that is just a wish for now. Mom and sisters showered me with the most awaited items on my wish list and I shall be forever grateful. I still owe them their stuff. I wonder when boss will give me a gooooooooooooooooood raise. I hardly am able to save anything and that just makes me sad!! *sniff sniff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGpnC-cCI/AAAAAAAABy4/E5FZJfQaobg/s1600/tumblr_l9kzmbYtRJ1qddlojo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGpnC-cCI/AAAAAAAABy4/E5FZJfQaobg/s400/tumblr_l9kzmbYtRJ1qddlojo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526698110895419426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to the sniffing Monday thing. I don’t know what to call this syndrome, because it is popular with so many of us. If we go on googling, we shall come across some very neat Monday Mourning posts. I am always inspired by the views people have and Garfield too hates Mondays like me :D see how he looks below. And trust me, if it weren’t for the job I am doing, I’d be a reflection of him :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 6 Challenges me to list at least 10 of the essential items or doings for my Monday to make it livable. I hate to drag on any day and my mantra is for making it merry and not merciless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here goes the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLHtepbinI/AAAAAAAABzI/dchb3GDCfAo/s1600/tumblr_l9egtvyKeR1qajvdko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLHtepbinI/AAAAAAAABzI/dchb3GDCfAo/s400/tumblr_l9egtvyKeR1qajvdko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526699276871895666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like to wake up 10 minutes before the usual alarm time for my week days. I know it is going to be slow and I slept late because I was on weekend a day before and was all relaxed. Even if I put my alarm on snooze I will not be too late to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGo152yVI/AAAAAAAAByY/TW75RIgpkIU/s1600/tumblr_l8lcrz6Kz61qc3oouo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGo152yVI/AAAAAAAAByY/TW75RIgpkIU/s400/tumblr_l8lcrz6Kz61qc3oouo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526698097703831890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keeping my clothes for work ironed. Usually I do the early morning pressing. But Mondays are like be ready! Be prepared. So my clothes, accessories, laundry for the other day, everything is done the night before. No pending tasks for the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLHtLUR4TI/AAAAAAAABzA/I4q6Eq1zp50/s1600/tumblr_l8c5hldzhY1qc3oouo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLHtLUR4TI/AAAAAAAABzA/I4q6Eq1zp50/s400/tumblr_l8c5hldzhY1qc3oouo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526699271682908466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dress the best. No matter what happens, how low I feel in the morning, to dress well is the ultimate thing to do. I pick the most vibrant color and I fill myself with an air to look sexy and nice at the same time (no revealing clothes). When I dress well, I feel really well! Like today I chose to put on the best dress, a new dress actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGpC6itSI/AAAAAAAAByg/0frVNFsHBpU/s1600/tumblr_l8lcy10jHF1qc3oouo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGpC6itSI/AAAAAAAAByg/0frVNFsHBpU/s400/tumblr_l8lcy10jHF1qc3oouo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526698101196371234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Having a good breakfast also puts things in place for me. I have cereal regularly. K special cereal with red berries is my pick. But on Mondays I take apple juice with my cereal. It revives me and also kills those left over weekend germs. I call it germs cuz they pester during Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2009/247/2/2/224bede1f4131bff0033b1442fb0bd22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 307px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2009/247/2/2/224bede1f4131bff0033b1442fb0bd22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Having 5 glasses of water in the morning. Cleans the internal system thoroughly. After a glass of warm water I have 4 more glasses to fuel in my system for the energy required. Some say it unnecessarily bloats them but I disagree. Water is the bet refresher. Have it in the morning and see the magic it does to your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs29/i/2008/069/3/5/shower_by_Subculturegraphics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 533px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs29/i/2008/069/3/5/shower_by_Subculturegraphics.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Showering for 15 minutes in warm water. Yes they say cold water wakes you up instantly, but warm water on Monday tricks my body into believing that there is still a little bit of relaxing left to do. Slowly but gradually it alerts the mind and soul both and the rest my shower gel does, which I use every day but on Mondays, it is special, just because I feel so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLHtxLY9uI/AAAAAAAABzY/Im2b1qO18RE/s1600/tumblr_la1x9irpIY1qdmozzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLHtxLY9uI/AAAAAAAABzY/Im2b1qO18RE/s400/tumblr_la1x9irpIY1qdmozzo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526699281846171362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Twittering Good Morning to friends worldwide also adds to goodness of Mondays. Try it. Sometimes I forget, like today and as I write this I am thinking I should just wish all a good day because then the vibes of goodness also lift the essence. I am inspired to inspire :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGpIa24OI/AAAAAAAAByo/pw97Z6na1lw/s1600/tumblr_l8lcziPjSv1qc3oouo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGpIa24OI/AAAAAAAAByo/pw97Z6na1lw/s400/tumblr_l8lcziPjSv1qc3oouo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526698102674088162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Reciting the Holy Book in the morning on Monday specifically does wonders too. Surah Yaseen and Surah Rehman both are miracles of the Holy Book and if one is the heart the other is the soul and together they instill enzymes which accelerate the living process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLHuIa0qFI/AAAAAAAABzg/RpvqKzZYzsQ/s1600/tumblr_la1xabqRgH1qdmozzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLHuIa0qFI/AAAAAAAABzg/RpvqKzZYzsQ/s400/tumblr_la1xabqRgH1qdmozzo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526699288084916306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Reading blogs of people who have the ability to touch a life in more than one way. You know the abc but you like to be reminded of it. In the pace at which we live, we forget to give things which are important a thought and I too forget to pay heed to the most important gems of life. So they remind me and when I read them I am rejuvenated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la1erj3Z7X1qbszuio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la1erj3Z7X1qbszuio1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I don’t tell anyone but on my way to work I stop to buy me some flowers :) just my way of getting excited and making me feel special. No special secret admirers to do that for me. And I don’t even expect that at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGpSubrII/AAAAAAAAByw/D8XNGqao56I/s1600/tumblr_l8nrnqKspZ1qc3oouo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGpSubrII/AAAAAAAAByw/D8XNGqao56I/s400/tumblr_l8nrnqKspZ1qc3oouo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526698105440545922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have my recipe for being elated. It sure works wonders for me or else I would not be sharing it out loud. Not always is a man in bed an essential for comfort and excitement; it is all in the head and the ways of life we lead. Make YOU an essential for yourself like I did, because that is the only permanent goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Just sharing one of my fantasies with you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3527/4554989730_8bcb2bb7b4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 679px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3527/4554989730_8bcb2bb7b4_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com"&gt;Sunday Scribblings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-3165285491284975017?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/3165285491284975017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=3165285491284975017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/3165285491284975017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/3165285491284975017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-6-essentials-to-start-my-monday.html' title='Day: 6 &apos;Essentials&apos; to start my MONDAY'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TLLGpnC-cCI/AAAAAAAABy4/E5FZJfQaobg/s72-c/tumblr_l9kzmbYtRJ1qddlojo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-5494505534594696956</id><published>2010-10-08T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T03:25:06.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday-13'/><title type='text'>Day 5: 13 Favorite Lines in 13 Favourite Fonts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sure has been a tough week for two weeks now. No air to breathe and no life to create. I miss blogging but in the midst of mad work today I decided to take on Day 5 and &lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;Thursday 13 &lt;/a&gt;all together. And here follows a display of my favourite lines from there where I don't recall and by them who are something but I have no names and in my favorite fonts - yes my 13 favorite font styles and my favorite lines and my favorite pictures. All in all a favorite masterpiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you enjoyed or did not enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go slowly. I like to be inspired like a sip at a time. I just gobbled my Pizza Hut deal, which gave me enough energy to type this post out with the pictures and quotes in my favorite fonts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know my Day challenge is becoming a drag. But please bear with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8wY36nwCI/AAAAAAAABxw/7AU7inhFucY/s1600/tumblr_l1w1ntzEQz1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525688471691706402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8wY36nwCI/AAAAAAAABxw/7AU7inhFucY/s400/tumblr_l1w1ntzEQz1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 306px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qxcrG2jI/AAAAAAAABxo/tUPeRryvXTc/s1600/tumblr_l83xrfl6fz1qajej9o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525682296805841458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qxcrG2jI/AAAAAAAABxo/tUPeRryvXTc/s400/tumblr_l83xrfl6fz1qajej9o1_500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 354px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qxK_uaOI/AAAAAAAABxg/sqSMViWmhXk/s1600/tumblr_l83xi03kk01qajej9o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525682292060481762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qxK_uaOI/AAAAAAAABxg/sqSMViWmhXk/s400/tumblr_l83xi03kk01qajej9o1_500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qwppE9hI/AAAAAAAABxY/1A9jc1ABMxY/s1600/tumblr_l81m5qtfXh1qajej9o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525682283107120658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qwppE9hI/AAAAAAAABxY/1A9jc1ABMxY/s400/tumblr_l81m5qtfXh1qajej9o1_500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qwZ7PgzI/AAAAAAAABxQ/t__Bb_YSf-U/s1600/tumblr_l80gf9HR4g1qzl7pko1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525682278888342322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qwZ7PgzI/AAAAAAAABxQ/t__Bb_YSf-U/s400/tumblr_l80gf9HR4g1qzl7pko1_500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 310px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qZCcSwtI/AAAAAAAABxA/FoADQ_1CFn0/s1600/tumblr_l35r28Uefy1qzv9uzo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525681877447525074" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8qZCcSwtI/AAAAAAAABxA/FoADQ_1CFn0/s400/tumblr_l35r28Uefy1qzv9uzo1_500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8henZEfyI/AAAAAAAABwY/nvmAYXduQtA/s1600/tumblr_l3ajc2wzNT1qzr5kvo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525672077660815138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8henZEfyI/AAAAAAAABwY/nvmAYXduQtA/s400/tumblr_l3ajc2wzNT1qzr5kvo1_500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8hepr1VOI/AAAAAAAABwQ/4Thcam766p4/s1600/tumblr_l2mnk343pu1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525672078276383970" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8hepr1VOI/AAAAAAAABwQ/4Thcam766p4/s400/tumblr_l2mnk343pu1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; 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display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8hd82l-tI/AAAAAAAABv4/_xy2GjL7s0M/s1600/tumblr_kxllpyFRgE1qarvi2o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525672066241919698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8hd82l-tI/AAAAAAAABv4/_xy2GjL7s0M/s400/tumblr_kxllpyFRgE1qarvi2o1_500.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2short2sweet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-5494505534594696956?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/5494505534594696956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=5494505534594696956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/5494505534594696956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/5494505534594696956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5-13-favorite-lines-in-13-favourite.html' title='Day 5: 13 Favorite Lines in 13 Favourite Fonts'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TK8wY36nwCI/AAAAAAAABxw/7AU7inhFucY/s72-c/tumblr_l1w1ntzEQz1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-5612790818606169016</id><published>2010-10-05T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T03:23:40.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Biggest Pet Peeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKrPc7hK6vI/AAAAAAAABvo/kGfgnPU9awc/s1600/tumblr_kqkek5spiH1qzs4fdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKrPc7hK6vI/AAAAAAAABvo/kGfgnPU9awc/s400/tumblr_kqkek5spiH1qzs4fdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524455988843440882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the day it is all about them judging me. Everyone is so quick to judge. And while they judge they forget to see almost everything for real. A lot of times, people seem to find it so much easy to pull the trigger on other people when it’s so much harder to pull it for ones self. In your bubble brain you can blow your own trumpet and burst the bubble for anyone but does that really do so much for boosting self esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can assume all you want, believe what you want to believe, have your own definition of me. Build your own idea of me, your own character of me. It sure is all that easy, been there done that – until one day had the pleasure of having the ability of seeing things for real, people for real and God that was a shocking experience. Surely what appears is not all that true and most of the time the faces we wear, it just hides away the real me and you. But for how long can you wear it? A day or two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m probably not the person you’d expect me to be or maybe I m more than what you ll ever think me to be. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM NOT PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have had the loopholes and setbacks and falls but that hasn’t scarred me. It has made me wiser, made me more determined to take leaps off my negatives. If I let the past prevail, I should be in doom already. Yes they judge me from the past, they think I am the same silly girl who’d fall for the wrong guy and then go on thinking ‘oh I m so bloody lucky’ but that was then, my past stays in the past, wonder why it is such a big deal. Not that I screwed a thousand men and went for pilgrimage (as the saying goes in urdu ‘nausau choohay kha k billi hajj ko challi). Yes you want my past to haunt my future, you want things to be miserable for me, for some drawback of your own, if you are not happy in your life, you go on to make lives miserable for everything and anyone. How smart is that move eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKrPVQ1GS2I/AAAAAAAABvg/L_XfsOVFw90/s1600/3927530_large_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKrPVQ1GS2I/AAAAAAAABvg/L_XfsOVFw90/s400/3927530_large_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524455857125215074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won’t deny my flaws, I won’t deny my mistakes, I won’t deny my failures. I’ll be honest to you and most of all; I’ll be honest with myself and the man who will eventually come in my life. I know who I used to be, I know who I am and I know who I am becoming. This is me. And if you think that person ain’t a good fit for you, it’s all good. It isn’t like the world will end without me and you. You could stay in your peace zone and me in mine. There is no hard and fast push for you to accept me or vice versa. At the end of the day, I know I’ll still be me, with or without you. So go away, because sometimes people who don’t wish people a good life start to get on my nerves and get me going in a direction I never wanna take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sure is my biggest pet peeve – judgmental people. Why be judgmental about the mentality and character of people who have no clue about? Do you judge your parents or your siblings? Does it ever strike you that you will be stripped on THE DAY just to make you see your own self rightly? I don’t get the idea of people’s business with people in a sense that not only destroys lives but causes plunders all over. Not just one is affected, the family of the person too gets the shocks. I could have thought of various other things for pet peeves like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when people talk really loud on their cellphones and get shocked when the conversation gets spread around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- people who smack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- girls who look at you in a snobby way and they don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- seeing lopsided, prejudiced, unfair, or discriminatory conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Noise - Confusion - Sloppiness - Dirt - In a word, Blecch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being rushed - One of my biggest pet peeves. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I chose this meddling into other people’s lives and causing commotion all over – my BIGGGESSSTTTTT pet peeve ever. I sure would like to enlighten you all  that I am the most indifferent person you’d come across, who has no clue what her friends are doing and what they have up their sleeves, and as much as I’d love to gossip being for the gender that knows it best, I HATE TO TALK ABOUT PEOPLE – at all!&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/3385335666608669406-5612790818606169016?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/5612790818606169016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=5612790818606169016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/5612790818606169016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/5612790818606169016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-4-biggest-pet-peeve.html' title='Day 4: Biggest Pet Peeve'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKrPc7hK6vI/AAAAAAAABvo/kGfgnPU9awc/s72-c/tumblr_kqkek5spiH1qzs4fdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-6925710837569367238</id><published>2010-10-04T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T03:22:50.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday scribblings'/><title type='text'>Day 3: The heart brings you back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlg3m9cRwI/AAAAAAAABuo/xZ_NDiPpOgo/s1600/qwa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524052926413948674" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlg3m9cRwI/AAAAAAAABuo/xZ_NDiPpOgo/s400/qwa.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 312px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday Scribblings&lt;/a&gt; brings me flashback! Not that I was thinking about this, but I flipped through the closet of memories and pulled this one out. Don't feel a thing no more like I did when it happened. Seems more like a vague reflection of something familiar from years ago. Yes it was a dear possession then, now, it feels alien completely. maybe I am all set to make newer memories **smiles and with him for whom I'll be the only Divaa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inshallah! if things and moments go as they are, I will be able to accomplish more disposals of pieces from the past and gather flowers along my walk down life's various lanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope the story doesn't bore you. It has no kiss and no love making, so in case you are looking for that, you should just change course of your reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you ever answer your cell? Why do you keep one?” Jeff sounded irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I was in class honey, sorry.” Katy spoke calmly; though she was ecstatic that Jeff was back from San Diego. The charm was lost without him. It was all so quiet and vacant and of course vulnerable without him. A lot of it helped too. She got closer to him, but in&lt;/div&gt;a way that her reliance over him was laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlqGYJe11I/AAAAAAAABvI/OSO8P2BBCno/s1600/tumblr_l8r5y31tPZ1qc78uuo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524063075740604242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlqGYJe11I/AAAAAAAABvI/OSO8P2BBCno/s400/tumblr_l8r5y31tPZ1qc78uuo1_500_large.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“My dad thinks I came back because I had no girls to take out there.” He sounded a bit frustrated. “I’ll be going back to my old work and they are readily taking me back and I love the sound of the new work they have for me. I’ll be handling Pepsi and Verizon now... Think my luck is striking at the moment.” He seemed to be jumping at the other end of the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How come you never called me when you came back last night Jeff?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I wanted to drop in and give you a surprise, but then … I called and you never answered, so unwelcoming of you!” he kept defending himself and complaining... “I am at Noleta’s, will call you when I get home for sure. Take care till then ok.” She smiled at the other end of the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ralph says hello. He is over to meet me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Say my hellos to him and talk to you later!” The line went dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of changes had occurred since Jeff left and came back. Though it had been just four months, Katy had bloomed in the spring of New York. She had emerged as a whole new beauty basking in the summer sun and lit like the moon on a dark night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Compliments came in fast from all her friends. Even those who cared less about the way she ever looked. Too much work regarding the farewell she had coming up kept her hooked and it slipped her mind that she had told Jeff that she had call him two nights ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlpp9_6NUI/AAAAAAAABuw/4GS1k8wiXy8/s1600/tumblr_l3zntfr5Ek1qapb2mo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524062587684795714" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlpp9_6NUI/AAAAAAAABuw/4GS1k8wiXy8/s400/tumblr_l3zntfr5Ek1qapb2mo1_500_large.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 283px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She text him instead at 2.00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is your dad’s reaction now? Is he ok with you coming back?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“He’s ok as long as I am going back to work there is no problem. He thought I’ll have to start all over again from job search thank God I didn’t have to. Are you home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Call at home..” he text back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She called him instantly. Nothing kept her from taking his orders. Though it may be just a request he placed, but she took it as her duty, she respected the love she had for him, she was head over heels for him.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you take forever beautiful?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do I know and it is worth the wait isn’t it” she smiled at her mischievousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t fret, when I start taunting you, you will ask for forgiveness of your deeds from me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So when is work?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A week after your farewell party! What is the theme this time”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The 70’s club... Or something to do with the 70’s.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I hope you are not wearing bell bottoms or something outrageous? Or else I am not your date!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry Jeff I will not wear anything that you won't find appealing.” She smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sing me a song, it has been really long since you sang to me baby..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlqGGkvqhI/AAAAAAAABvA/7kAulrKOfv0/s1600/4056290262_e80060d6e0_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524063071023114770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlqGGkvqhI/AAAAAAAABvA/7kAulrKOfv0/s400/4056290262_e80060d6e0_large.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“An untamed fantasy it would be!&lt;br /&gt;To watch you breath life into me!&lt;br /&gt;The lips I crave to gulp mine within!&lt;br /&gt;The thought only sounds full of ecstasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill me in with the passion lost!&lt;br /&gt;Take my life in your hands!&lt;br /&gt;I would love to roll over and over!&lt;br /&gt;Till my fantasies respires its last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch I know how it would be!&lt;br /&gt;The craving for that night is so strong!&lt;br /&gt;Can’t just let go off my dreams now!&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to switch the lights off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin from where the alluring sets off!&lt;br /&gt;Your breath against my skin is heavenly air!&lt;br /&gt;I so want to hold you till my energies sap!&lt;br /&gt;Take me in for a ride to perpetual paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to reality!&lt;br /&gt;It is just a book in my hand!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I now had you to hold close!&lt;br /&gt;With you I have infinite visions to fulfill!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlqGzmpcjI/AAAAAAAABvQ/UXakZyDYMAg/s1600/tumblr_l8zwe5KQic1qd922xo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524063083110691378" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlqGzmpcjI/AAAAAAAABvQ/UXakZyDYMAg/s400/tumblr_l8zwe5KQic1qd922xo1_400_large.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 273px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“That was a beautiful one, still your sick romance in your head!” he hated Katy’s incurable romantic self. He thought it was too much for him and wanted her to control her appetite for it. Though unconsciously she reminded him of the woman he had craved for once. The innocence of that woman’s charms had led him to believe that she could be a wife to him by all means.. “&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See you on Saturday then… I wish to see the elegant 70ish you!” he added in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Surely you will!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Red it should be” he said and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you learn to say goodbye Jeff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When? She felt a little direction-less whenever she had questions about Jeff. What he showed to her was what he showed to everyone. Or was it that it was she who doubted him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlpqF8WHEI/AAAAAAAABu4/3Rbl0mqUpBI/s1600/tumblr_l1sxvihvPh1qalr97o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524062589817330754" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlpqF8WHEI/AAAAAAAABu4/3Rbl0mqUpBI/s400/tumblr_l1sxvihvPh1qalr97o1_500_large.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-6925710837569367238?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/6925710837569367238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=6925710837569367238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/6925710837569367238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/6925710837569367238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-3-heart-brings-you-back.html' title='Day 3: The heart brings you back'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gzTgGuxx9gE/TKlg3m9cRwI/AAAAAAAABuo/xZ_NDiPpOgo/s72-c/qwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-3463361040650540770</id><published>2010-09-28T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T03:20:09.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday scribblings'/><title type='text'>Day 2: Songs I love the Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105612/tumblr_l9fvfoJNch1qdsswto1_400_large.jpg?1285647336" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105612/tumblr_l9fvfoJNch1qdsswto1_400_large.jpg?1285647336" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 500px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being computer deprived isn’t all that fun especially when they show absolutely nothing on the cable tv. I missed all my days of the carry forth challenge, but I am here to take it forward with each single meme I intend to do or more so, just do it as I get the time to do :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how was the weekend? Mine wasn’t all that lovely but yet it wasn’t all that bad either, god bless Monday mornings! I am just not in the mind frame with this throbbing headache since Saturday night. I thought it was due to lack of sleep but it sure is something else because I slept well last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s amazing how many of us 6 billion people in this world would think love is the answer to all our questions. A lot of times, when we feel lonely, when we’re sad or perhaps, maybe even mad, we think love will lift us up &amp;amp; make every situation better. I am not necessarily saying it wouldn’t, but something about the mentality of “love fixes everything”, I personally find disagreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love isn’t our band aid. But good lyrics sure do serve the purpose of healing. Yes it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Sunday bought love, as in the &lt;a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scribblings &lt;/a&gt;says ‘love’… as per the challenge I should list 13 song quotes/lyrics which I can never stop loving. Yes you love words too, I do. It isn’t all about the good material stuff, sometimes the words are more loved than the objects and with me that is the case. Do you apply love? As you love? I do :) and that is one reason why I still am sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105989/tumblr_l9fxkoWHMr1qdsswto1_500_large.jpg?1285649927"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105989/tumblr_l9fxkoWHMr1qdsswto1_500_large.jpg?1285649927" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 332px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ounJsqomcv8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just the Way You Are by Billy Joel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't go trying some new fashion,&lt;br /&gt;Don't change the color of your hair,&lt;br /&gt;You always have my unspoken passion,&lt;br /&gt;Although I might not seem to care”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105613/tumblr_l9fvcpxqSJ1qdsswto1_500_large.jpg?1285647339"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105613/tumblr_l9fvcpxqSJ1qdsswto1_500_large.jpg?1285647339" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 333px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOyvYnkdEcc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Natural Woman by Carole King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When my soul was in the lost-and-found,&lt;br /&gt;You came along to claim it,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know just what was wrong with me,&lt;br /&gt;Till your kiss helped me name it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105615/tumblr_l9fugfEN8a1qdsswto1_500_large.jpg?1285647630"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105615/tumblr_l9fugfEN8a1qdsswto1_500_large.jpg?1285647630" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 333px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1_5hhr6niQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I Ask Of You from The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your shelter,&lt;br /&gt;let me be your light.&lt;br /&gt;You're safe:&lt;br /&gt;No-one will find you -&lt;br /&gt;your fears are far behind you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105013/tumblr_l90eadCGg21qaobbko1_400_large.jpg?1285643881"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105013/tumblr_l90eadCGg21qaobbko1_400_large.jpg?1285643881" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viQWJUoRG50"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More than Words by Extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I love you ,&lt;br /&gt;Is not the words I want to hear from you,&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want you,&lt;br /&gt;Not to say, but if you only knew,&lt;br /&gt;How easy it would be to show me how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;More than words is all you have to do to make it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4104903/5027592824_4ee730a7bf_large.jpg?1285643468"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4104903/5027592824_4ee730a7bf_large.jpg?1285643468" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 333px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8w7f0ShtIM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful Day by U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re on the road but you’ve got no destination,&lt;br /&gt;You’re in the mud, in the maze of her imagination,&lt;br /&gt;You love this town even if that doesn’t ring true,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been all over and it’s been all over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105511/1249549742207859_large.jpeg?1285646904"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4105511/1249549742207859_large.jpeg?1285646904" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 375px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmsClQ1H0ME"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls by Iris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world to see me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4069273/4923513527_3db7753c0a_z_large.jpg?1285465700"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4069273/4923513527_3db7753c0a_z_large.jpg?1285465700" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 334px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5CWKxKMcLA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss Me by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5CWKxKMcLA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sixpence None the Richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight,&lt;br /&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor,&lt;br /&gt;Lift your open hand,&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon's sparkling, So kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4104653/5025266073_cf100d2a2d_large.jpg?1285642472"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4104653/5025266073_cf100d2a2d_large.jpg?1285642472" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 333px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-b7qaSxuZUg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-b7qaSxuZUg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Lennon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4102432/tumblr_l9flkaYztH1qbju4oo1_500_large.jpg?1285634136"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4102432/tumblr_l9flkaYztH1qbju4oo1_500_large.jpg?1285634136" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 329px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-14208652/tal_bachman_shes_so_high_official_music_video/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's So High by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-14208652/tal_bachman_shes_so_high_official_music_video/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tal Bachman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes to speak to me,&lt;br /&gt;I freeze immediately,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what she says sounds so unreal …&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's so high...&lt;br /&gt;High above me, she's so lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4097756/tumblr_l9eyebz6fB1qce76po1_500_large.jpg?1285616608"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4097756/tumblr_l9eyebz6fB1qce76po1_500_large.jpg?1285616608" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 323px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvUFUCJXE6Y"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whenever Wherever by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvUFUCJXE6Y"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever, wherever,&lt;br /&gt;We'll learn to be together,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there and you'll be near,&lt;br /&gt;And that's the deal my dear,&lt;br /&gt;They're over, you're under,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never have to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;We can always play by ear,&lt;br /&gt;But that's the deal my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4094294/00a5f6dca7b47705ac0116fb00a17c9b_large.jpg?1285601768"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4094294/00a5f6dca7b47705ac0116fb00a17c9b_large.jpg?1285601768" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 333px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJC4USrkLeI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adia by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJC4USrkLeI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a way to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;I search myself and everyone,&lt;br /&gt;To see where we went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;’cause there’s no one left to finger,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one here to blame,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one left to talk to, honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4091033/tumblr_l9bv38RCNz1qcg527o1_500_large.jpg?1285576543"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4091033/tumblr_l9bv38RCNz1qcg527o1_500_large.jpg?1285576543" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 334px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mGBaXPlri8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All The Things She Said by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mGBaXPlri8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in serious shit, I feel totally like lost,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm asking for help it's only because,&lt;br /&gt;Being with you, has opened my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4085603/tumblr_l8plh6kzZU1qcvvrao1_500_large.jpg?1285547796"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4085603/tumblr_l8plh6kzZU1qcvvrao1_500_large.jpg?1285547796" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 640px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 427px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5_s76hV8FY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Never Loved You Anyway by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5_s76hV8FY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Corrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you go I will remember,&lt;br /&gt;To send a thankyou note to that girl, (oh that girl)&lt;br /&gt;I see she's holding you so tender,&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanna say... (Just wanna say...)&lt;br /&gt;I never really loved you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4094435/tumblr_l99gchKZYm1qao621o1_400_large_large.jpg?1285602848"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4094435/tumblr_l99gchKZYm1qao621o1_400_large_large.jpg?1285602848" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 296px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mg6VXicZIQg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop And Stare by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mg6VXicZIQg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OneRepublic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can u see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXwUY_T3BCM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suburban Nights by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXwUY_T3BCM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hard Fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suburban dreams, just out of reach, Work till you die,&lt;br /&gt;That's what they teach you at school,&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, what's there to lose?&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I, doped up on tv fags and booze. I-O&lt;br /&gt;Hear them all singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4102428/tumblr_l9dtithVOS1qb7z1jo1_500_large.jpg?1285634127"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4102428/tumblr_l9dtithVOS1qb7z1jo1_500_large.jpg?1285634127" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 333px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6506k_simple-plan-your-love-is-a-lie_music"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Love Is A Lie by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6506k_simple-plan-your-love-is-a-lie_music"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep by the telephone&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 o'clock and I'm waiting up alone&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I found a note with another name&lt;br /&gt;You blow a kiss&lt;br /&gt;But it just don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have a new favourite too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4063507/4342240283_07299c1510_large.jpg?1285437921"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4063507/4342240283_07299c1510_large.jpg?1285437921" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 406px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3hht8_shayne-ward-breathless-music-video_news" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathless by &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3hht8_shayne-ward-breathless-music-video_news" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shayne Ward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our love was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I would charge in and rescue you&lt;br /&gt;On a yacht baby we would sail&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we’d say I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we had babies they would look like you&lt;br /&gt;It’d be so beautiful if that came true&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even know how very special you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t heard em, just give it a listen and you’ll thank me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3385335666608669406-3463361040650540770?l=highlycontradictory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/feeds/3463361040650540770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3385335666608669406&amp;postID=3463361040650540770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/3463361040650540770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3385335666608669406/posts/default/3463361040650540770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highlycontradictory.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-2-songs-i-love-most.html' title='Day 2: Songs I love the Most'/><author><name>Divaa Divine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17457305933584528376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ProeWRR3m8/TZAoxxrYZfI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Aloauo-jtW4/s220/tumblr_lfgorlAco91qbttq4o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3385335666608669406.post-8416260501104117738</id><published>2010-09-23T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T03:18:07.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday-13'/><title type='text'>Day 1 - 13 things that cross your mind a lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3315895/tumblr_l6ursx5xB21qcf9boo1_400_large.jpg?1281416860" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3315895/tumblr_l6ursx5xB21qcf9boo1_400_large.jpg?1281416860" style="float: left; height: 267px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is Thursday today and I should be concentrating on a list of 1&lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things for this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but guess what I am playing a 13 day challenge and I sure hope you get as excited as I do when I bump into such challenges. Gives me a couple of minutes to myself. Computer-less at home means all that has to be done, will be done at work. So I am stealing a few minutes from the busy day to sit and write. Maybe for me, and yes for you too. I like you to take this up if you want and don’t seek permission, just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So today I start the 13 day challenge on 13 things that cross my mind a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been mindless and sleepy. Been late to work and been uneasy. Yes maybe it is the lesser calorie intake and high on chicken diet that is taking life out of me, but it sure is paying me well. I have to share this with some friends and do excuse me if I haven’t emailed you and I promised to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you, who’ve been reading me have made their minds up about me. They think of me in a nutshell ‘a woman dying to get married and have a family’ … yes maybe I scream that out loud because that essentially is the want of every woman once she has attained her qualifications and career. For her sanity and rep, she needs to go back home to a family where there is a loving husband and well bought up kids. So yea I am thinking 10 years down the line already – but that is not all that I think and guess what I am not including ‘thinking about future husband’ on this 13 list. I am too sure you’d not see it coming what is about to come. I am not all that predictable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:0Hzp_isof1Js-M:http://www.buzzvines.com/files/images/Pakistan-girl-flag.preview.jpg&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:0Hzp_isof1Js-M:http://www.buzzvines.com/files/images/Pakistan-girl-flag.preview.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 193px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 261px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think a lot of Pakistan, especially my city Karachi. This city is like a magnet but it has been attracting all the wrong sorts of people from all over the country. The crime rate is rising and so is the corruption. Everyone from the rural wants to come and take over the place. Wonder why we had to be so accommodating. So what they are Pakistanis, they have no manners and they are ruthless and hence I sure am not welcoming them. Give them away if you can’t handle em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4010888/792270-11-1284571281416_large.jpg?1285161779"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4010888/792270-11-1284571281416_large.jpg?1285161779" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 262px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 394px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The amount of money currently in my possession, how long said money will last and how far I can stretch so as to satisfy my needs for make up/clothes/coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3695815/tumblr_l6pwuo9ThW1qc2xf8o1_500_large.jpg?1283488641"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3695815/tumblr_l6pwuo9ThW1qc2xf8o1_500_large.jpg?1283488641" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 411px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many calories am I in taking per day. Being on this chicken diet has made me refrain from anything sugary and that means always on high alert when I have a bite of something sweet. I have to take green tea instantly to help burn it faster and not have it save it up a space in my belly making it larger and uglier. I am always thinking about what I eat and how much should I eat. It gets annoying for some, but it is so far positive for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3448633/tumblr_l33zcn1svT1qbr1zko1_500_large.jpg?1282220369"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3448633/tumblr_l33zcn1svT1qbr1zko1_500_large.jpg?1282220369" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 455px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 406px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The effect my hasty words have on the people I love. Whether it is directly or indirectly about the person I am talking to, sometimes I fear I am too harsh, that I hurt without intent. And I hope people know I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3953905/tumblr_l8kadk46LU1qazvyjo1_500_large.jpg?1284836062"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3953905/tumblr_l8kadk46LU1qazvyjo1_500_large.jpg?1284836062" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 420px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am not getting any younger. I need to expedite on my long term goals. Save up money for myself and my future which so far is looking quite bleak. Help out my family. Help out my sisters. I don’t intend to be a millionaire any day but I just want to live comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3798683/28636132.angry_large.jpg?1283992579"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3798683/28636132.angry_large.jpg?1283992579" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 352px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 443px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How to make the stupid creative visualizers stop pestering me so much about the little things that bother them. I do help them out in things I can but totally being dependant on me doesn’t help and I do not appreciate it. When I tell them off they get all emotional and start to pester more. I wish I could just get a reason to not work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3670962/tumblr_l7paqmFuCc1qcoj8po1_500_large_large.jpg?1283359701"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3670962/tumblr_l7paqmFuCc1qcoj8po1_500_large_large.jpg?1283359701" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 273px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 410px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I die, will I just go away from this world as if my existence here was never known to people? Will I go to heaven? And for example, if my soul was to go and be born again in another body, will I never ever remember my past and what I was before? All these thoughts, they cross my mind so much that it scares me and it makes life look very pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4017475/tumblr_l8cqwljkw41qcm8t3o1_500_large.jpg?1285191112"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4017475/tumblr_l8cqwljkw41qcm8t3o1_500_large.jpg?1285191112" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 291px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 438px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Few people describe me in such beautiful words that it makes me wonder if I am as great as they make me sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3873947/tumblr_l8oakypni91qzid27o1_500_large.png?1284360443"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3873947/tumblr_l8oakypni91qzid27o1_500_large.png?1284360443" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 354px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 444px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Every time I’m out, I wonder how a person’s family is like. i believe that the way you dress, the way you carry yourselves depicts the kind of family that brought you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3860708/tumblr_l8mya6l5Jh1qc5kr8o1_400_large.jpg?1284299767"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3860708/tumblr_l8mya6l5Jh1qc5kr8o1_400_large.jpg?1284299767" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 380px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I can’t help but to imagine how different life would be if I had come from a different family. No I am not saying that I don’t love my family or I am not grateful to have them but I just can’t help imagining life with a different family, I am lucky to have what I have, but what about those who had their fates decide for something they don’t deserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4012115/tumblr_l95kj0N9l71qb9uyvo1_500_large.jpg?1285167498"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4012115/tumblr_l95kj0N9l71qb9uyvo1_500_large.jpg?1285167498" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 287px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 430px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I’ve always imagined what would happen if I decided to take a different route, or if I decided to do something else on that day. For example if I happen to bump into a friend, I wonder if I ever was going to bump into him or her if I had decided to do something else on that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4011803/tumblr_l92aaiTSFK1qb9uyvo1_500_large.jpg?1285165511"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4011803/tumblr_l92aaiTSFK1qb9uyvo1_500_large.jpg?1285165511" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 421px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am forever thinking how the whole world actually works. It’s amazing how systematic the world is and that’s why I do believe in God even though I might not exactly be a saint nor am I a staunch Muslim. But I have faith that He is always in control but it really intrigues me, how He keeps an eye on us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4020579/1283719192215_f_large.jpg?1285206243"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/4020579/1283719192215_f_large.jpg?1285206243" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 293px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The happy times of my life that I spent doing the things I shouldn't have done. That’s what crosses my mind... most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve said it before but you are all awesome. You can be anything you want to be. Just remember to enjoy the process of being where you are while you are getting to where you want to be. Something I am trying out, myself. 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