<?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-4955714422599891975</id><updated>2011-09-12T08:29:40.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Virtual Mind Workshop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-4811004714913538817</id><published>2011-07-24T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:49:45.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what each and every guy in a relationship wants to tell to the world!!!</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;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/G5HebYVi_Ds/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5HebYVi_Ds&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5HebYVi_Ds&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw this video and found it to be so funny and realized that this is what even i'm going through at times, if at all one guy had the courage to tell this to his girl friend. But this is so true :) this is how girls are and even they know that but will never change. Oh my god!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are so many stuff in this video, i know every girl will be laughing at herself after seeing this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The smallest of problems for a guy is a life taking problem for a girl and&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;wondered so many times why it's like this all the time. Hmmm!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nobody can keep a women happy for sure. Happy Women is a Myth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For instance Batman's girl friend says to him, "you are nothing, you dont do anything, you are no one in the society and i want a guy who does something"!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After he struggles so much and becomes the Batman, she says "you are doing too much, i just want a normal life,a normal Man".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do u really want, i dont understand!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even in movies A girl loves a boy, he loves her back and they finally get married in life, Climax... does anyone know what happens after that???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After that if that guy doesn't hug her twice a day, its a problem. If her Hug her, she asks "Why are u so cheap?" and the Shopping never ends (i have a good shopping experience, trust me... that is so true)!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She calls while working and asks, "no time even to send a msg?, will it take 2 hours? why cant u talk for 2 mins?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The problem starts while hanging up the phone without telling "I love you". This phone has ruined my life... what do i talk for hours even when the provider is giving me unlimited calls???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The girls says, 'You dont want to talk to me, you've lost interest in me, i know you are cheating on me and i know there's somebody else in your life!!!" All this just for not telling an "I love you".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why dont u ppl understand that we cant concentrate on our work if we keep messaging so romantically???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Columbus was not lost when he came to India, he just wanted to stay away from the troubles from his wife :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then she asks, "Why are u going, where are u going, blah blah blah!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again while working, msg pops "I love you", then i reply "I love you too"... then the msgs keep pouring in, then after some time she calls and if you dont pick up... there comes the next msg,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I dont think it's gonna work out anymore, let's better break up!!!" and if u dont reply for that too, then you are dead!!! Wonder what these girls are doing at office, dont they have any work???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No wonder why only guys get Heart Attacks!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People say, Behind every successful man there's a women... but what most ppl realized later was behind every unsuccessful man also there's a women!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wont eat until if i dont ask whether you had ur lunch or dinner... should i leave my job and keep asking what's happening all the time???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can never have a discussion with a women, it's always an argument!!! (that is also so true)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you can never win at an Argument with a Women!!! And you cant escape from an argument with her, even if u do that'll take place after 2 months and she points out "Do you know what u did 2 months before?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By accident if u point a finger at her, the argument ends the and "How dare u point a finger at me?" Even if they beat u with a slipper, they are right and you are wrong!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please dont start an Argument with me, whatever said in the video only&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;translated because i felt&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;was so true :) i come in peace, please dont fight wit h me!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So much in this video!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pity on us guys!!! :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/4955714422599891975-4811004714913538817?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4811004714913538817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-what-each-and-every-guy-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/4811004714913538817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/4811004714913538817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-what-each-and-every-guy-in.html' title='This is what each and every guy in a relationship wants to tell to the world!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-7921885280255939259</id><published>2011-07-23T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T01:11:19.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lost and Found" - My Blog</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://ctya.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/Lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://ctya.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/Lost.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hi All, if at all anyone reads. It's been a really long time. I know there are many who are curious to know what trouble i'm gonna bring up with this post. Life was kinda busy with so many ups and downs. On the personal side of life it hasn't been a pretty good experience, on the other side it wasn't so bad. But still if i'h to rate myself i'd give a 1.5* out of 5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How could i not find time even to post something here? May be i was busy or too lazy. In either case i made myself so. Now a days pretty much confined to myself and find it good to be alone and not trouble anyone or not to be troubled by anyone. Finding new and old friends but not interested nothing more than an&amp;nbsp;acquaintance.&amp;nbsp;One thing i'm doing properly might be my work others i'd rate a ZERO. Poor my bike is in a so bad condition, that it is struggling to top 100(That's very bad for an FZ). Not even bothered to clean it.&amp;nbsp;In fact&amp;nbsp;that was the only thing i'd do, make it shine like new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So unorganized is everything lying around me, i'm not even able to find stuff within my room :), but there are two factors for that one is i dont remember and i got a very bad habit of throwing things around. Movies, movies and movies is what i do all the time, when i get bored i switch to Nat Geo or Discovery. There's so much to do around my room and i'm not doing it. I keep hitting my shoes whenever i walk around, so much lying down in my room. I guess&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;got the bachelor's room syndrome :) that is not nice!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hmmmm!!!! so what do i do now? I guess i'll clean my room and ma beast. So this is organizing time. Let me get things organized around. i dont think i'm going to do all these cos i'm too lazy for it now a days :) feel like partying but no one to party, everyone's busy!!! Hmmm too bad :( may be an outing with my gal, may be a long drive, naaaa!!! it doesn't work out for various reasons. May be i'll try to solve some mysteries in Unsolved!!! Hmmm!!! I'm gonna clean my room and get organized, nothing better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To those who expected something from this post, i'm sorry :( there's really nothing to pen it out :) My BRP(guess u can understand what it is!!! ha ha ha) is gonna be pretty low all the time from now on. I could find one thing that improved, My typing speed... Thanks for reading all this shit :) nothing i have right now to tell :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4955714422599891975-7921885280255939259?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7921885280255939259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-and-found-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/7921885280255939259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/7921885280255939259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost-and-found-my-blog.html' title='&quot;Lost and Found&quot; - My Blog'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-5259192237262856022</id><published>2011-02-12T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T09:15:10.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueMvnlS6YxQ/TVa_KuqlW6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/MkFnWULkcOE/s1600/valentines-couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueMvnlS6YxQ/TVa_KuqlW6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/MkFnWULkcOE/s320/valentines-couple.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It’s always common in relationships to hurt and get hurt, but nothing is done wanteely, it just happens. Love is when you let out all ego and call her and say “I’m sorry for what i’ve done and i love you more than anything”. Getting up every morning listening to her voice saying “Get up, get up, you are so late to office”, anyone in a relationship would feel like sleeping an extra hour to listen to this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Texting happily each other as though nothing had happened when something very important is going on around. Talking late at night, may be even till the dawn. &amp;nbsp;The happiness in surprising each other, exchanging gifts, being the first one to wish luck in every step she takes, being possessive and letting the ego disappear, smile at each other even amidst a great misunderstanding, this happens only in love.&amp;nbsp;There are no words to explain all this, it has to be felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Even when seperated by a distance, we make each other feel that we are there for each other. May be this distance has brought us together, the eagerness to see each other, wanting to spend some time with each other. Wish we could spend this valentine’s day together, but fate or destiny has something else for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;“I looked up for the word Complete in the dictonary, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and there your photo pops up, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you complete me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;“I know I don't say it often enough, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;but I love being your partner in this thing called life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I can't imagine living life any other way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dont have to tell all this, but still just wanted to share my happiness. To everyone out there in this world, wish you a very happy and lucky Valentine’s day. For those who din express their love, go do it. You never know what’s waiting for you!!! Happy Valentine’s Day. Love is free of cost, so express it as much as you can!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/4955714422599891975-5259192237262856022?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5259192237262856022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/5259192237262856022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/5259192237262856022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueMvnlS6YxQ/TVa_KuqlW6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/MkFnWULkcOE/s72-c/valentines-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-1238671295891989152</id><published>2010-12-15T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:54:16.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupids are all over the word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Today, 15th December 2010 is a totally unforgettable day i guess. As the title says stupids are everywhere, we just dont know it till an&amp;nbsp;opportunity&amp;nbsp;comes where we get a chance to know about them. I felt so happy in the morning that everything that happened around me was so good that i dont know how to explain. Then as usual i went to office and work was also so good and had a nice time till the evening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;We started playing cricket in the evening, a practice session for the cricket tournament to be started tomorrow. It's not the actual game, here it consists of 6 players, and a match of 6 over, played with a soft smiley ball which wouldn't hurt anyone even if it is launched from a rocket launcher. Even girls are a part of this mega event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;We were playing and it was then some neatly dress gentleman came inside the court. We thought they were gentlemen until they opened their filthy mouth. As i said in the title Stupids are everywhere, you never know when you'll meet them. A dark stout guy with a rectangular shaped glasses, started shouting "this is not a cricket ground, Get Out now", pointing his shuttle racket at us. Everyone in that place got so irritated by his behavior, that some people even clenched their fists.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Then we were leaving the place, when one of my friend went and spoke to the guy "You could have told us politely, we would have went out, but why did you want to use the word GET OUT". Then came a bunch of people and started talking all sorts of non sense saying "This place belongs to us and only we are supposed to play here". They were actually arguing as tough they were fighting in a Slum. And the very important thing is that all these people were&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;5 to 10 year elder to us. One even started pointing finger and using foul language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;They were literally barking at us and were fighting like a 5 year old saying this place belonged to them. Come on dumbos it's a common place for both the floors, and they were asking do we have common sense. I dont know if they knew the meaning of that word. Some employees from the (Seebaey) Systems did this and the whole company gets the blame now, i mentioned the name because&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;some one in there should know how unethically their employees behaved in public. And special thanks to those 4 people for spoiling my day. And nobody has the right to say anyone Get Out even if they have done something very wrong, i hate that word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/4955714422599891975-1238671295891989152?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1238671295891989152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/12/stupids-are-all-over-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/1238671295891989152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/1238671295891989152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/12/stupids-are-all-over-word.html' title='Stupids are all over the word'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-6096784498214113953</id><published>2010-12-03T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:21:24.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Comparison between past and the present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/TPjsqiDfkfI/AAAAAAAAALo/3F_kwmt71xg/s1600/BadalteyRishtey11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/TPjsqiDfkfI/AAAAAAAAALo/3F_kwmt71xg/s320/BadalteyRishtey11.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was somewhere in the 80’s. A movie is releasing in the theaters, the posters are put up on the walls just 2 or 3 days before. May be the theater owner sends a couple of people in a jeep to announce the release of the movie. The movie is released and the show goes like this. There lived a girl, who was deeply in love with a guy. They both were spending time with each other very happily and used to meet very rarely. &amp;nbsp;You know how it’ll be in the 80’s. Only time they could meet was when they were travelling to college in the bus. Talk so rarely but still were happy. The smile and happiness when they used to meet once in a while, there are no words to explain that. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As usual, when everything was going on fine, the girl’s father comes to know and stands there with a double barrel gun pointing at the guy asking him to leave his daughter if he wishes to live, or may be give him a huge box of cash, or even beat him up to death. The girl so disappointed with her father’s decision kills herself and the guy becomes a Devdas. And the screen displays “End of Final Reel”. Everyone gets up from their seat and leave saying wow what a nice movie!!! Some say this with a drop of tear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 2.0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now it’s 2010, the director plans for a movie, he tweets “I’m going to direct a new love story, that’ll be different from all the ones I’ve taken before, it’ll not just be a movie, it’s a Saga. Then Pre production processes takes place, the movie posters are put up on the wall, tweets on the net, ads on social media sites, interview with the lead actor, lots and lots all before starting the project. Then after 6 to 10 months of work the movie’s shooting is finally over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The movie is not released yet, the date is announced, somewhere 6 months from now. The first preview appears on TV. The girl’s standing in the balcony of a house, on the beach front the camera zooms in, her hair flying in the direction of the wind, she moves her hair and shows her lovely face. Then the Hero comes on a 1000 cc bike or a Hummer, he steps out of wearing a faded jean, a leather jacket and a coolers, he removes the jackets to demonstrate he’s a body builder. It ends. This is shown for another 3 months.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then next round of interviews on TV and promo songs for the next couple of months. The movie is finally going to be released. The movie is specially played for a set of celebrities the day before release, and they come out and talk praises about the movie. And finally the movie is released. The movie starts, the story is somewhat the same. Only the rare meetings are replaced with a bike ride daily, SMS’s, Calls, Video Chats and every possible way to communicate. Then comes a song, in a God Only Knows Place. Then a fight sequence and so called comedy scenes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As usual the girl’s father comes to know, the usual drama with a modern touch and the girl kills herself. The movie is not over yet, it’s only the interval. Then the guy becomes a Devdas, with drugs or vodka in his had instead of the old brown bottle. Then comes another girl, she tries to impress her, there comes a romantic song and some fight sequences and finally followed by an item song by another sexy actress. Then again after so much drama he marries the girl and the caption pops up “They happily lived here after”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The movies these days are so stupid with no actual content in it. The girl takes some 50 to 60 tablets and the next moment she’s dead. She writes a letter to her boyfriend saying I’m leaving you; you should find another girl and lead a happy life. And the movie goes on the same way and there’s the happy ending. Some try this in real life, the girl says I’m not a perfect match for you, let me die and you go find yourself another girl. Only in movies the guy actually finds a girl, in real life the guy gets arrested and his life’s doomed. So to those people who take stupid decisions after watching these movies, I have only one thing to say, GROW UP!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4955714422599891975-6096784498214113953?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6096784498214113953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/12/comparison-between-past-and-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/6096784498214113953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/6096784498214113953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/12/comparison-between-past-and-present.html' title='A Comparison between past and the present'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/TPjsqiDfkfI/AAAAAAAAALo/3F_kwmt71xg/s72-c/BadalteyRishtey11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-3246242862836077677</id><published>2010-11-13T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T07:48:33.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Drive to remember!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.romanticescape.com.au/images/couple_beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.romanticescape.com.au/images/couple_beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was last week, i with my friends and someone really special went for a short drive. Not exactly a drive but we&amp;nbsp; went shopping. We all went to buy T-Shirts, without knowing where we'll get those, then we telephoned more than 10 ppl and somehow found some shops and purchased only 2, then we did not know wat to do. We went to the usual shop and as it was Diwali, there were only a few in the collection. Even in spite of this, we bought more than 50 T-Shirts all together :) out of which, ma girl friend bought me many, and i'm wearing all those daily.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The whole day all 5 of us so much fun, that we din even feel hungry. Did not eat for the whole day. We all were so much exhausted but still were enjoying a lot. That was a really good day in my life, i dont know how to explain:) Wanted to update this for a long time, but did not get time, only now i'm a bit free...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the same time i missed all the Diwali celebrations at office this year, this year too our Coimbatore office won the overall trophy!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are near but still feel so far,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing can replace those, what may come.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not being expressive and i'm trying my best to change that :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To do things for others is the greatest satisfaction in life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As usual i dont know :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4955714422599891975-3246242862836077677?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3246242862836077677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/drive-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/3246242862836077677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/3246242862836077677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/drive-to-remember.html' title='A Drive to remember!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-2111819138925365181</id><published>2010-10-18T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:56:38.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Dimension!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://m.pimpmyspace.org/pimp/1/2b/2b91d403fefc99e03c7a.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://m.pimpmyspace.org/pimp/1/2b/2b91d403fefc99e03c7a.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dedicate this to two people, who made a lot of difference in my life in the past one week. One my love and the other who stamped me pretty hard for hurting the first. It was a usual Friday morning, same old room, same old bike, the same old work station, the same old work and none of these were interesting till I reached my friend’s house in the evening. It was then my friend started asking me a lot of questions and he finally said, “So you love that girl right? Then why the hell you din talk to her for the past two days?” after which I was beaten up pretty badly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The two days when I din speak to her was two most stupid days in my life I guess. I was like I don’t need anything and was pretty obsessed with my loneliness, thought I don’t want a partner for now. Only in those two days did I realize how badly I missed her. Talking almost 12 hrs a day, texting the remaining time, or meet up in the evenings. Oh god, those two days were so horrible without those, the same happened with her. Then I realized I should not miss her, but still was not ready to accept anything and proceed forward.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was so confused, so I asked my friend what should I do? He asked me a couple of questions and after answering all those, he said “Don’t miss that girl, you are too lucky to have her!!!”. I was like not in a standard mind whether to go forward or not. But these two people gave me the confidence and here I am the happiest guy in the whole wide world :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To tell about her, she’s the only person who was able to get some stuff of my mind in just 3 days, which I was trying for more than 3 years. She makes me smile just in an instant. There’s too much to tell but I really don’t know what to write down, may be in my next post I’ll do better. When I said all this to my other friend the next day, he was like, “Come on!!! Let’s go meet her right now, I want to see that girl” I’m too damn lucky I’d say, there were many who thanked her for changing me into a happy human being. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you so much for giving me so much in this short span and for bringing me back to life :) I’m so lucky to have you. I have only one thing to say. I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4955714422599891975-2111819138925365181?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2111819138925365181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-dimension.html#comment-form' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/2111819138925365181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/2111819138925365181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-dimension.html' title='A New Dimension!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-8676163731937919908</id><published>2010-08-24T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:17:01.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i right? Did i go wrong somewher?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/THP6A-mfH3I/AAAAAAAAALA/D6vgcnJknUM/s1600/sad+man+at+table.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/THP6A-mfH3I/AAAAAAAAALA/D6vgcnJknUM/s320/sad+man+at+table.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLloyd%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLloyd%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLloyd%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0in;	margin-right:0in;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0in;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There was a time when I used to fight with my friends, while they talk about work places. One says I’m working in the top software company and I’m overpaid and another starts with saying I’m being paid much better than you in an electrical company. Then they come to me asking, why do work in a place where they don’t pay you as good as we are getting paid? I just ask them some simple questions and they go speechless. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever met the CEO of your company? And the answer was no, we have seen him on TV, or I got a glimpse of him when he visited our office for an hour. I said them; I’ve seen my CEO and talked with him for like 5 to 10 minutes. Is this a more satisfying or your salary? How many people are working at your workplace and everyone were saying, 500, 1500 and such numbers. I told them; there are about 150 people working at my office and I personally know at least 100 of them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There was an interesting incident, when I asked my friend “hey do u know Mr. X, working in your office?” and he says,” I don’t know for sure, let me check the employee profiles and say if there’s a person like that”. After some time he comes with a negative response, and trust me people they both were working in the same office. Some have even said that our office is so huge that they didn’t know who their reporting manager was or not seen him in a while.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is the kind of pride I took while saying about the place I work. My workplace is something that’s very close to my heart and which brought about a lot of change in me. In many of the work places, people are rewarded with bonuses for their achievement, but we have a different approach of awarding the best employees for their achievements, we proudly call it our Oscars. But even amidst all this I feel a bit away from my work place lately. Today I was accused of something very strange. I thought it was one of our core values, but there were some people at the higher end thinking the other way round and brought up unwanted stuff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When everyone used to tell me, all work places are similar, I used to fight back and say proudly that mine is very different from all those. But now I feel, may be this too is similar. It was like somebody stamping me and not letting me grow. What I did out of good intentions, turned out to be bad ones. I wouldn’t have cared if it was my co-worker but this came from high up in the top level, which made me think the other way, may be all work places are the same. It used to be the place I worshipped but now turning out to be a disaster. I’m not sure what to say, but I felt bad and slowly my opinions started changing. Not able to conclude anything. I’m not even sure if I'm right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4955714422599891975-8676163731937919908?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8676163731937919908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-right-did-i-go-wrong-somewher.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/8676163731937919908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/8676163731937919908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-right-did-i-go-wrong-somewher.html' title='Am i right? Did i go wrong somewher?'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/THP6A-mfH3I/AAAAAAAAALA/D6vgcnJknUM/s72-c/sad+man+at+table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-8702585203403105510</id><published>2010-08-17T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:08:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Greatest Mistake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLloyd%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLloyd%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CLloyd%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:Wingdings;	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;	mso-font-charset:2;	mso-generic-font-family:auto;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}@font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0in;	margin-right:0in;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0in;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/TGrBv7Q732I/AAAAAAAAAK4/htRfabhJmYo/s1600/pray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/TGrBv7Q732I/AAAAAAAAAK4/htRfabhJmYo/s320/pray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s been a while since I blogged. Happy to know, that some of you were actually waiting for my next post. So here is something which I felt too funny. Very recently I had a chat with one of my friend regarding Numerology and Astrology, which is something I don’t believe in. Then my friend says, “Let me tell some things about you from what I learnt in Astrology”. And most of it was very funny, so I’m sharing those here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The most important thing is that I’ll put on weight only after marriage [:(], and will have a good life it seems. Then I’m a very hard working and dedicated guy [:)]. I respect everyone and demand the same back, and won’t care for people who don’t respect me [I think so]. There were lots of stuff told about me but I don’t actually remember. The most interesting thing is that I’m a great devotee of God, but I have a different attitude towards that. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though I’m a devotee of God, I don’t pray much. Just demand God that, “God, you created me and now it’s your responsibility to take care of me, you know what’s good and bad for me, so let me choose accordingly. From my side I’ll do whatever has to be done but it’s your duty to take good care of me. You created me and now it’s your Headache” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was very much surprised to know this, and actually this is what the attitude I have. I do good to others and something good happens to me, when I go in the wrong path, something bad happens in life. I live with this Equilibrium principle. I thought may be my friend was right in that thing, because I don’t pray that much these days, even when I do, it’s like making a deal with God himself in such a way he cannot refuse what I ask. This is guess is the greatest mistake of God, creating me:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4955714422599891975-8702585203403105510?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8702585203403105510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/gods-greatest-mistake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/8702585203403105510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/8702585203403105510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/gods-greatest-mistake.html' title='God&apos;s Greatest Mistake!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/TGrBv7Q732I/AAAAAAAAAK4/htRfabhJmYo/s72-c/pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-6823829827748972238</id><published>2010-04-07T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:07:41.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wise and The Dumb!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/S7yRnUQLqyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CbXe0k2i28M/s1600/greedy-genius-splash-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457396953103706914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/S7yRnUQLqyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CbXe0k2i28M/s320/greedy-genius-splash-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is something that I see around me everyday and I do not know if this is the reality elsewhere. “The wise get wiser and the dumb get more dummier”. This may look a bit funny, but from the people around me I came to this conclusion. I see a bunch of people sitting and talking all day about god knows what, then a group who does the best at their job but end up doing the stupidest thing in everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant understand why people think they are the best by cracking jokes at those who try hard to climb up a ladder. Is it because that something unnatural is happening? Or is it because they are not able to prove their self? But there is something very interesting in this; the people associated in this group are totally braineys and the totally stupid ones. Let the brains do the talking because they have proved their selves and they know what they are, but what about the remaining who wait with a football near the goal post and want a tremor in the ground to make the ball hit the goal post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very surprisingly, both these kind of people are not affected here. The first do their best and come up in life and the next wait for luck to favor them, and it does. They are somehow happy with their life. Hey here comes the most important one, the one who’s neither a genius nor a stupid. He has to work a bit hard and luck favors him sometimes. I’m talking about myself, where I do my best to come up in life and people around me enjoy making fun of me. And it hurts when people don’t believe you, and start making fun with every instant they get. But I know myself, one fine day I shall be way ahead of the both, and that day will make them understand. May be they could have understood that so early that some are trying to slow me down, but just slowing down their selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m getting something, that’s only because of my hard work and nothing else. So I’m gonna enjoy every bit of what I get it my own way, and may be even I would waste it but still I have earned it. So it’s up to me to decide with my life and not the bunch of people who crack jokes at me. So All the best to you people:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4955714422599891975-6823829827748972238?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6823829827748972238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/wise-and-dumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/6823829827748972238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/6823829827748972238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/wise-and-dumb.html' title='The Wise and The Dumb!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/S7yRnUQLqyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CbXe0k2i28M/s72-c/greedy-genius-splash-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-642225492851250826</id><published>2009-11-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:55:54.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SxFj7fCfF_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/pWaTv3PdEBc/s1600/Mother+and+Child+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409214501044033522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SxFj7fCfF_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/pWaTv3PdEBc/s320/Mother%2Band%2BChild%2B1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is the person who&lt;br /&gt;         Reveals the world to you,&lt;br /&gt;She is the store house of&lt;br /&gt;         Boundless love and affection,&lt;br /&gt;She is there when you need&lt;br /&gt;         A little encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;She is there with an&lt;br /&gt;        Uncomplaining shoulder&lt;br /&gt;                 When you are enveloped by trouble,&lt;br /&gt;She is there by your side&lt;br /&gt;        All along helping you&lt;br /&gt;                 To gain a firm foothold in this world,&lt;br /&gt;She is someone whom&lt;br /&gt;         You can always trust,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can spell S_CCESS&lt;br /&gt;         Without ‘U’ – Mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4955714422599891975-642225492851250826?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/642225492851250826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/642225492851250826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/642225492851250826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SxFj7fCfF_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/pWaTv3PdEBc/s72-c/Mother%2Band%2BChild%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-4815536907857213013</id><published>2009-11-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:40:24.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life takes u where???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SvBcbTw_ggI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Yhe_vWU8f7E/s1600-h/key_art_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399917577449210370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SvBcbTw_ggI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Yhe_vWU8f7E/s320/key_art_life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi all, this post is something that is similar to what happens in each and every person's life.Life as a whole has a start and end, but the line is not a staright one, it's a tough road to travel.If it is so easy to live or if you are satisfied with everything you have, then you are a saint,travelling on a freeway. The rest and human beings like me who have a rugged path all over their lives.Some are so lucky that their life is a roller coaster ride, you go high, drop down, hang upside down,get excited, seems to be on the verge of death but it comes back to a normal state of travel but ur mindnever stops thinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not octagenerian or a philosopher to say about something called life, cos life and women are totallyunsolved mystery. Anyone who tries writing a book about these two would end up writing it till he dies,having written the first page of it and starts with another first page the next day. I considered my lifeas a rugged path all these days and i realised very late it was a roller coaster ride. There's no other go for me, if i go up i had to come down, bt i dont stop there, it takes me through another twist and turn.My friends, as usual says life has to go on and blaa bla bla... But the real fact what i feel is what i chose is what i am, if i feel i'm happy and nobody can make me sad. As people say life is all complicated and stuff,i used to smile at them, but i realised it was very true in deed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week i saw a movie and i was very much touch by this particular line in it, "Find happiness in every small things".And i even had someone who enjoyed every moment in her life. Worries kept blocking my vision and my capability to workout a lot in my life, all i need now is a change in everything, atleast a change in my living environment, somewhere very far from here. But nothing is possible for now, so what can i do? The answer is simple, "Find happiness in every small thing".It is only the human mind that makes us do stuff, so if i think i can, then i must be able to. Today i heard a very wierdthing but i kinda liked it and i felt it has to be carried out in everyone's life. I was talking to someone that i dont likethis, that, etc... i needed a total change in my life and his reply was simple, "Dont be Depressed, it's a state of mind, just enjoy it".This was something very unusual but i felt it great. There are small things in life that we are missing to enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's happiness and worries everywhere but if u play it cool at the right time, our worries can be filtered and Happiness increased at the same instant. These doesn't mean i'm following all these but just having a thought over it. These may be ofuse to someone who can implement at least one, just letting the world know some stuff i haven't heard before. I lost a verygood friend last week, dont know what happened and why she left. All i heard was, "I dont wanna talk to him anymore", through herfriend... There are lots and lots amongst us, who leave their buddy just without an information, and trust me, it hurts a lot.So please dont do this to your friends, hey but why do you wanna leave a friend??? I dont know who's mistake is that, but stillit hurts. So dont ignore anyone, if u feel like then say it to their face and go, make then hate you and go. Anyway you dontwant their friendship so end it in a hard way, the other way round is a bit sour in life, like i'm still waiting my friend might come back to me. Living with false hopes is too tough a job. I dont wanna extend anymore just remember this, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Find happiness in every small things".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4955714422599891975-4815536907857213013?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4815536907857213013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-takes-u-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/4815536907857213013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/4815536907857213013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-takes-u-where.html' title='Life takes u where???'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SvBcbTw_ggI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Yhe_vWU8f7E/s72-c/key_art_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-393500417282017565</id><published>2009-11-01T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:10:40.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding, at it's best!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/Su4_dsEzeKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PAghgWp3gh8/s1600-h/misunderstanding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399322782543870114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/Su4_dsEzeKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PAghgWp3gh8/s320/misunderstanding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Misunderstanding is something most of us never want in our lives, even i think the same but it happened in my life today. It goes like this, i met my collegemate online today and we were speaking about the college days and i asked her wat r u planning to do in future and she said she's planning to take up ME. The conversation goes like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lloyd: so wat r u future plans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X: I'm planning to do ME next year, so preparing for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lloyd: Wow!!! That's so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X: Thank u!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lloyd: so wat r u planning to take up in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X: Lloyd this is too much, i need only ur friendship, nothing else... i never thought u were such a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lloyd: Hello, lady wait, wat r u talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X: I've always considered u as a good friend and look at u now, u are asking wat am i planning to take up in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lloyd: @$@#%$%$#^??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lloyd: Oh My God!!! i did not ask u that u dumb fool, i asked wat r u planning to take up in ME (Master of Engineering)???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X: oh ok ok, u should have asked like that, anyway the mistake is not mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lloyd:#@$@^%^$^????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This kinda misunderstanding is something so stupid. So ppl be careful in chatting, i dont know wat else to say. This was the stupidest day in my life ever. just 2 lower case letters made me a bad guy, but anyway i had a nice time thinking about it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friends were waiting for something happy in my blog and let this be a start now!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4955714422599891975-393500417282017565?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/393500417282017565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/misunderstanding-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/393500417282017565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/393500417282017565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/misunderstanding-at-its-best.html' title='Misunderstanding, at it&apos;s best!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/Su4_dsEzeKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PAghgWp3gh8/s72-c/misunderstanding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-27292404730742910</id><published>2009-10-01T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:36:07.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feedback day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SsW6VhvidDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-5e-pdHa7rk/s1600-h/out_team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387917408216446002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SsW6VhvidDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-5e-pdHa7rk/s320/out_team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi friends, again back on track after a long time. I did not know what to title this, so just named it feedback day. Yes it was the day for the our team at Ugam yesterday. The day started with no much of improvement and my friend asked me to come to his house by 7:30 in the morning and so we'll be in office by 8. But i reached a bit late asusual to find him sleeping, then we wasted an hour roaming about, filling gas in his car and reached office by 9 and started our work, the usual allocations and targets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time went by and everyone started coming in, and suddenly we were asked to go the meeting room. We all knew it was for.... hmmm, what do i call it! Let me use the same work my TL uses, BOMBARDMENT!!! For 2 hours we got our review or as called in schools, the report card. It was pretty bad of course, then we breaked for lunch after 2 hrs of review meeting. As usual we finished lunch in 10 mins and went to play table tennis. But we played for a short time, again we were called for a meeting. This time everyone were like, Oh God! I already had enough!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to our surprise it was a mail saying Congrats Team :), We were kinda confused at that instant and went on to see the mails below it, we had mails from our TL, AM and finally our CEO. And that was so unusual, to get a mail from the CEO. It was about a CEO's meet, where one of our client was present. He came to our CEO and said "SO YOU ARE OUR INDIAN PARTNER", and thanked him for the work we are doing for him. This was a great surprise for the team but it did not stop there, our CEO narrated the incident after that, Our client says "... with wonderful partners like these guys who are helping us with some very imortant work... " this was an acknowledgement in front of a large gathering, which he didn't have to do but that speaks highly of the work we are doing for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have used the same words used by our CEO in most of the places, i guess it was not copyrighted. We are so proud that we got such a great feedback from our Client.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so proud for working on a project and now this feedback directly from the client is unimaginable, we are all so happy, no words to describe that again. So the extra time we all invested in our work finally paid off. I did not know how to thank my Team leaders, Asst Manager, Manager, Asst Vice President and everyone who gave us a chance to work to work in a project like this, i felt this was the only way to thank u guys. Now i'm really proud to be an Ugamite :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&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/4955714422599891975-27292404730742910?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/27292404730742910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/ebay-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/27292404730742910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/27292404730742910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/ebay-day.html' title='The Feedback day!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SsW6VhvidDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-5e-pdHa7rk/s72-c/out_team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-761621584644696922</id><published>2009-09-12T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:37:37.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom &amp; Jerry!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SqvqWvFejTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q1s_5y1Wt7I/s1600-h/Tom+&amp;amp;+Jerry+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380651856141651250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SqvqWvFejTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q1s_5y1Wt7I/s320/Tom+%26+Jerry+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi all, as you can see the title, Tom &amp;amp; Jerry, even this post is something to do with a real life Tom &amp;amp; Jerry. Everyone, no matter a kid, a teenager or even an octagenerian loves this cat and mouse. Nobody ever imagined the life of a cat and mouse could be portrayed so humorously. I've always imagined, what if i was Jerry and i had a Tom, whom i could trouble so much that i dont have to be ever lonely in my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a Friday morning, when i entered my new class room, 6th std A section. It was a great day for all of us, cos we could wear pants instead of the mini shorts. It was so exciting for us and also we were mingled up, so new ppl, that meant new friends. The days went by and i started talking with everyone in class. And this was the day when our places were shifted and i sat in the 4th row and in front of me was a gujarathi girl. As days went by we started talking to each other. The whole class recognised Lloyd Joseph and Keta Parikh to be 2 good friends. But later it turned out to be a disaster in our lives. We started fighting for the silliest of reasons, and started hitting each other running around the class. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 years went by and we were in 8th standard, and the month was august. All my class mates knew that this is the day Keta and Lloyd wont fight. It was Raksha Bandhan, the only day in our life that we dont fight. The next day we started running around the class hitting each other, our class mates see this often and named us Tom &amp;amp; Jerry of the class, slowly the news spread and we became so popular. I was just an average student, didnt stdy much and she was a very brilliant girl. After getting this name we started a new problem, who's Tom and who's Jerry. After a long long fight and the decision was taken by the class. I was always on the receiving end and i finally became the TOM!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those days were really golden ones, i dont know how to describe it. For the past 6 years i was longing for such a friend all the time. We departed after our 10th standard. I still remember the day, she left with a smile. That was the day, when our results came, i remember her going just with a smile. I saw a totally sad smile, she did not speak with me nor did i. I didn't know wat to say her. She was a really good friend, a good sister.... Lots to tell about her. I planned to talk to her once atleast on the phone, but results and change of school i was so busy and went to my native after that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i returned i got a call from my friend, saying that she has asked me to call her when i was out of station. I was so happy on hearing that, but that did not last long! The next line from him was, she left to Gujarat, and she has planned to continue her studies there. I was so much upset that i didn't know wat to do!!! It was on a sunday morning, this year, when i was sitting idle and blank not knowing wat to do, my phone rang and it was some unknown number and a girl asked is it Lloyd and i thought again some other marketting ad, and with out much of an enthu i said yes i am, after hearing hi, this is Keta do u remember me??? I was very much shocked that i didn't know wat to talk, i asked hw r u and spoke nothing and hanged up the phone. It took half an hour for me to recover from that so called shock and called her back and spoke properly to her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those 10 mins on phone was like, i dont know wat to call it... It was simply awesome!!! We spoke a lot and i did not see any change in her, she was just the same, and she did not forget tamil. She's a nurse now and planning to do her higher studies!!! I dont have any words to explain my happiness... and she was the only person to say that i'm so much matured now!!! It felt so great... Friends like her are hard to find, i used to hate her som much at times but after getting seperated i longed for her a lot!!! Till now i dont have another friend like her, I treasure this as something... i dont know wat to call it... It's just great!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4955714422599891975-761621584644696922?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/761621584644696922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/tom-jerry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/761621584644696922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/761621584644696922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/tom-jerry.html' title='Tom &amp; Jerry!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SqvqWvFejTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q1s_5y1Wt7I/s72-c/Tom+%26+Jerry+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-4188385959853330616</id><published>2009-07-17T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:47:53.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmDHO1Ei5QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XAZkzI7E5nU/s1600-h/makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359502614149129474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmDHO1Ei5QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XAZkzI7E5nU/s320/makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most awaited days have finally come, the weekend. I dont have to worry about work, no more thinking of shampoos, conditioners, snow mobiles and all terrain vehicles, no more thoughts about allocations, target, data entry complete and lag &amp;amp; gain. For the next two days i dont have anywork, only thing i have in front of me is roaming and the movie Harry Potter and the half blood prince.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started reading the book last night and fell a sleep after 5 chapters, cos i had a hectic day at office. Now my target is to complete the remaining 500 pages in the book before sunday morning show. May be that was the allocation given to me this week end. Nothing much happend this week to write about, everything went on well and i'm not supposed to write about my sad moments so i'm stopping that right here!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apart from work, i guess i did something much better. I edited the Resume of an unknown person. Last week i got a resume from my friend, so that i could give it in my office and if there's a recruitement, it would be helpful. So i just opened to see whose resume it was, and i was so surprised by the skills pocessed by that person but was highly dissapointed in the way the resume was presented. So i replied her back telling that, why dont u consider editing ur resume a bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the next day, that is today i got a reply from that person. She askem me if i could edit that in a better way. I hesitated for a momet, thinking about a time when i tried editing my friend's resume and finally ended up getting nice blastings from him. But then i started editing the resume and sent it to the person. Eventhough a vehicle is so powerful and comfortable, people dont buy it if it doesn't look good. So i just wanted to make the resume look up to the standards of the skills pocessed by the person. I didn't wait for a reply to update this post, but still it feels good after helping someone. So i guess it was the only good thing i did this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4955714422599891975-4188385959853330616?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4188385959853330616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/4188385959853330616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/4188385959853330616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-up.html' title='Make Up!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmDHO1Ei5QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XAZkzI7E5nU/s72-c/makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-3682715051788503978</id><published>2009-07-13T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:10:52.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SluGgFQCZwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PceWRpFMKOg/s1600-h/graduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358024067410716418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SluGgFQCZwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PceWRpFMKOg/s320/graduate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally after 4 years of battle i became an Engineer, ofcourse it's not a dream come true but still it's something important to me. The last semester exams were too tough and i was hoping to flunk for sure in one or more subjects but luckily i passed and i'm happy about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The most surprising thing was my project marks, i couldn't beleive that i got 95% in that. Highest in my group and i've got the full marks for the internals. To say about the internal marks, i was so sure that i wont get above 50% in that as i never used to be in the class during the final semester. I attended the full class sessions only during the last three days and that was to take photographs of my class mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;During the final presentation of my project, the way the external examiner sat in the lab made me go crazy, she never lifted her head up to listen to us when we were presenting. My friends tried to explain each and every technical aspect of the project and till the end she did not understand anything, so i had to start from the basics like what is a robot, what is navigation and stuff like that, but she never lifted her head up. I concluded that my project has gone a waste and left the lab without even thanking her. But i dont know what happened, got really good marks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything is over and i'm not a student anymore. I even managed to get a job, not a very promising job though, but still i'm not jobless. Everything is going on okay i guess, and i still couldn't beleive that i'm an Engineer, it feels as though i have joined first year only yesterday, 4 years went by so fast, lot of happiness and lot of sad events too. But these 4 years of college taught me a lot apart from studies, it shaped up my life kinda okay, can never forget these 4 years in my life, this is so important to me!!! dont know if i'd have another chance of being a student!!! Still hoping for the best!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4955714422599891975-3682715051788503978?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3682715051788503978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-engineer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/3682715051788503978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/3682715051788503978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-engineer.html' title='I&apos;m an Engineer'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SluGgFQCZwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PceWRpFMKOg/s72-c/graduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-3559187790332229864</id><published>2009-07-09T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:14:28.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is my day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SlYinD8-pOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SoNj3C7dVKs/s1600-h/friends_index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356506861275096290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SlYinD8-pOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SoNj3C7dVKs/s320/friends_index.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow july 10th, this days is like an important day in my life. It was the happiest day in my life 2 years back, expect for the fact i had chicken pox then. Like everyone says about turning points in their lives, this day marked the turning point of Lloyd Joseph and someboday else. Things happened in the past 2 years were the most happiest ones and the most saddest ones. You could guess what that day was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i'm not here to explain about all that now, I just wanted to show the differnt kinds of friends i have and this day marked a beggining. Now let me come to an year after that, i was kinda confused what to do on that day, it was when my friend came home. He's a huge guy with a very small brains, looks like a matured person but acts like a 5th grader. He said me, go and celebrate this day, it is so important for you, u should not miss this day and stuff like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was confused and told this idea to my other friend and he was like, anniversay eh??? is it so important for u??? now shut everything and go do ur work. And now this is another important character, he looks cool, not vey huge and not very small, just like any everage person with a cool hair style but what's the use, he always thinks like a 50 year old. When he starts speaking i imagine myself sitting in front of a guy with a big round spectacles, with not much hair on his head and the little hair he has, all in grey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some other guys who i dont wanna talk about, those are called problem creator. These kinda friends never wanna see me in trouble, so they come interfere in stuff and make my troubles much worse. At times it went to a very great extent that i was in unsolvable critical situations, which lost me a lot of things. There are few i respect, like a guy who studied with me in college, knew everything about me but he never interferred in any my personnel stuff. Only time we are together is movies and eating at fast foods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My next set of friends would be the hi-bye ones. These are my specialities. I never talk much but still i get a lot of friends, people just come to me. They were never long lived ones, left me once their work is over. I can still remember a one who said this to me, "You are a really amazing person u know, i felt like being ur friend after seeing they way u speak to others, the way u presented the things on stage and the kinda friends u have, this is simply amazing and that's why i'm ur friend". He and his friend were the guys who did maximum damage to my relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last type are my online friends, even here i have some friends to whom i can share everything. I'm feeling a bit comfortable with these friends as they never interferred much in anythnig. I never kept my friends away from anything, that was the greatest mistake i did i guess, i still dont know an answer for that. I always supported my friends and that made me pay for it, so now a days i like people who just want to talk with me. I dont want anyone to be so intimate with me, and now everyone calls me crazy for the things i do. Only i can understand my situation and i wish everything would be alright, which is a 0.00000001% probability!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4955714422599891975-3559187790332229864?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3559187790332229864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-my-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/3559187790332229864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/3559187790332229864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-my-day.html' title='Tomorrow is my day!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SlYinD8-pOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SoNj3C7dVKs/s72-c/friends_index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-5096098034137192721</id><published>2009-07-05T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:02:58.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some important lines in everybody's life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SlDOjomXf1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pQE5tjWSMh8/s1600-h/000g68ks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355007068532604754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SlDOjomXf1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pQE5tjWSMh8/s320/000g68ks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I wish our friendship lasted forever. (nearly 90% of ppl i met, said this to me. But none there now!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Nothing can come between us ad break our friendship. (same here!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. I love you (Most Dangerous one!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. I'll love u forever whatever happens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. I promise to be with you all my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The above 2 are the lines i hated most and adviced all my friends never to beleive those two lines, but guess what even i fell for the above 2 lines. The next line is also something i used to tell everybody, that this will happen for sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. My parents are important to me but not important as you!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After some days,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. You never cared for my feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. You'll never understand me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again after some days,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. My parents are more important to me than you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. I dont love you anymore, my parents mean a lot to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. I promised my parents that i'll never talk to u again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But guess what, as usual i'm a different case here too. I love u but at the same time i promised my mom that i wont cheat them. These are some lines that most of the people encounter in their lives, and trust me most of us are too afraid to say it out. WTF!!! as i had said in my earlier posts this world we live in is filled with totally crazy people who are fit for accusing others. So whoever reads this please dont prove yourself to be an A--H--- in advising or accusing others, i have already given it up. This post is dedicated to two kind of people, those who read it will understand what category they are in, i guess i dont have to tell more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4955714422599891975-5096098034137192721?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5096098034137192721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-important-lines-in-everybodys-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/5096098034137192721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/5096098034137192721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-important-lines-in-everybodys-life.html' title='Some important lines in everybody&apos;s life!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SlDOjomXf1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pQE5tjWSMh8/s72-c/000g68ks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-6580118567682169128</id><published>2009-07-05T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:48:13.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reality of DREAMS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SlCvA8JaN6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q_f3vmKJ8dw/s1600-h/dreaming-300x199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354972387623974818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SlCvA8JaN6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q_f3vmKJ8dw/s320/dreaming-300x199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is my father’s greatest dream&lt;br /&gt;That I become a man of fame&lt;br /&gt;In the world of computers&lt;br /&gt;Which I feel is a mere waste&lt;br /&gt;For computers are not to my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my mother’s longest desire&lt;br /&gt;To see me in a doctor’s attire&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of any surgical operation&lt;br /&gt;And clinics filled with patients in desperation&lt;br /&gt;Persuades me to give up this aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my own ardent wish&lt;br /&gt;To serve my land as a soldier&lt;br /&gt;To save my land from the clutches of evil&lt;br /&gt;And free my brethren from any sort of peril&lt;br /&gt;I’d take up the role of a dare-devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zooming jets and thundering cannons all around&lt;br /&gt;Helpless soldiers making low and wincing sound&lt;br /&gt;Many war-tents full of victims with wound&lt;br /&gt;Attended by brisk doctors and nurses, bound&lt;br /&gt;It’s a heart-rending scene at the battle field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I assure mu heart is bold and brave&lt;br /&gt;All these sights of war and horror make me crave&lt;br /&gt;For unity and peace to prevail along every enclave&lt;br /&gt;When man to cruelty and terrorism does not become a slave&lt;br /&gt;Instead vows to be kind and sensibly behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there would be peace and no war,&lt;br /&gt;With my ambition of becoming a soldier put afar&lt;br /&gt;I could sit in my room, playing on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;A tune of harmony, with the doors and windows ajar&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to become in future, a famous music star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the dream of a 9th grader some years back, after three years he joined his under graduation in the field of information technology. He had different dreams at that time, some of which were:&lt;br /&gt;1. A high profile computer job with the highest of a 5 digit salary.&lt;br /&gt;2. A Minimum of 400 cc bike to go to his workplace.&lt;br /&gt;3. Totally branded outfit like, A Louis Philippe shirt, a Park Avenue trousers and a Woodland shoe as the minimum outfit.&lt;br /&gt;4. The best notebook and a good mobile phone which could replace a palmtop.&lt;br /&gt;5. A beautiful girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would have been the dream of anyone who joined engineering 4 years back. But things&lt;br /&gt;changed as years passed by, where surplus jobs were replaced by surplus graduates and finally during the end of the graduation people came to hear the term RECESSION. There were some who never have heard this term before, but now I guess no one who graduated this year will never have a doubt about RECESSION.&lt;br /&gt;Those who wanted high profile vehicles are now satisfied with public transports. Now the boy is okay with his 70cc 2-Wheeler and the 4 digit salary he gets. He made himself satisfied saying that he doesn’t have to trouble his parents for pocket money. This is the true side of dreams; this world we live in is a funny little place with a bunch of crazy people. But the boy hopes one day every dream might come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4955714422599891975-6580118567682169128?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6580118567682169128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/reality-of-dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/6580118567682169128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/6580118567682169128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/reality-of-dreams.html' title='The reality of DREAMS!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SlCvA8JaN6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q_f3vmKJ8dw/s72-c/dreaming-300x199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-6885807451581187868</id><published>2009-06-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:18:10.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days without Coffee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SkT0AR6VsJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BFVi9W3XdcE/s1600-h/The+Coffee+Butler+No+Stand+Front+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351670542868263058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SkT0AR6VsJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BFVi9W3XdcE/s320/The+Coffee+Butler+No+Stand+Front+View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As usual it's from my work place. The cafeteria is the only place we visited often, most of the time by myself and my friend only to drink the coffee there. It was on Monday this week we had the last coffee. From the next day onwards we did not get coffee as the machine did not work properly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still remember talking to someone saying that i drink free cappuchino daily where the other person paid 100 bucks for that at bangalore. It might be the curse of someone that we did not get coffee from the machine for 3 days till today evening. All we had was Ginger tea, something which had a lot of ginger and a very little tea in that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As usual people were swiping for no reason with their new swipe cards. When i and my friend was about to go to the toilet, the door to which would be always opened by the security was closed to today, and he said us to use the cards of that. We asked him even for that should we use the card??? He smiled at us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the usual training and we were almost exhausted at the end of the day, it was when we heard the news that the coffee is back on. I and my friend got up at once and ran to the cafeteria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were so happy to see the coffee in the cups, but that did not last long. The coffee was good but this time the sugar got blocked, so we had to drink it without sugar!!! But still we were content that we got coffee back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4955714422599891975-6885807451581187868?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6885807451581187868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-days-without-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/6885807451581187868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/6885807451581187868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-days-without-coffee.html' title='3 days without Coffee!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SkT0AR6VsJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BFVi9W3XdcE/s72-c/The+Coffee+Butler+No+Stand+Front+View.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-5596936520723265471</id><published>2009-06-25T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:18:39.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swipe Cards!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SkOxKuCNJLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Un1-7jtrRuA/s1600-h/swipe_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351315579960370354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SkOxKuCNJLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Un1-7jtrRuA/s320/swipe_card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was the day of swipe cards!!! As usual we had our assignments going on, and this time it was about creating a small presentation on the details of a particular project. Our product was the digital camera, we did a lot of research on digital cameras and finally came up with a presentation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The presentation we created looked really good but we took a whole day to create just 38 slides, instead of having a template as the background, we improvised and had a picture as the background and we got into so much trouble aligning it. But somehow we made everything look fine and did our presentation, even there we were the last group to do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the presentation session being the last group is a real torture at times, only thing i was able to see was some heads down with a mobile in the hand, some sleeping heads, some busy with some talking world business and a pair in their own world. This was the only time i realised the plight of the teachers. But still what the hell!!! i did what i had to do and went back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was after all this we were given with the swipe cards and explained wat has to be done with the card, and they asked us to check if it worked. The thing i saw after that was people standing in front of all the access doors and swiping for no reason. I saw people using it even in front of open doors, even i did the same thing, it was so much fun for us. But still from tomorrow onwards we must be there in time to swipe, till these days even if we were 5 to 10 mins late we could sign the register by entering the entry time, so end of the chances of being late!!! But still it was some fun for us, enjoying swiping!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4955714422599891975-5596936520723265471?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5596936520723265471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/swipe-cards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/5596936520723265471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/5596936520723265471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/swipe-cards.html' title='Swipe Cards!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SkOxKuCNJLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Un1-7jtrRuA/s72-c/swipe_card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-4955604525417798680</id><published>2009-06-23T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:29:53.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SkEC9-0qBgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QP8PuhWLDF4/s1600-h/B%26PD.Web.Photo.Fall-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350561096151991810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SkEC9-0qBgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QP8PuhWLDF4/s320/B%26PD.Web.Photo.Fall-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About 18 years of studies, and now it's a temporary stop for it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've joined a market research solutions provider company, as usual the usual aspect of training came up. Four days of orientation programme kinda burnt my back sitting inside a so called fully air conditioned room. Just 50 people were accomodated inside a room which could hold only 25 people, literally we were sitting on eachothers lap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The job profile consisted of stuffs like searching info on the net and updating it on the net, and i thought this job could be done by any tom dick and harry. But later i realised that approximately 100 people were recruited from a group of 1000 candidates, and this kinda made me feel a bit happy that i made it from such a big group. Even my friend said "even we would have been placed in a very good company if we'd studied in a highly reputed college, we are not much less than any other guys". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything was going on fine and i liked the working environment, which for me is something very important. All the googling and updating it to excel sheets seemed so easy while talking, but the first assignment made me hate internet and computer, which people used to say are my wives. The guy sitting next to me started talking to the monitor, the one sitting at the back of me started fighting with the one sitting next to him. Some even went to the extent of thinking "why the hell did we take computers in graduation?". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But everything vanished the next day when we have become a lot more familiar with googling, everyone worked with a smile on the face saying "I'm using a shortcut i found yesterday while searching!". I'm enjoying the work right now, i'm finding ways on how to google and what not to do in it. I see individuals working together as a team. I see higher officials and all the people socialising with ease. As my co worker says this is another twist in life. And it goes on.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4955714422599891975-4955604525417798680?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4955604525417798680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/4955604525417798680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/4955604525417798680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-job.html' title='The new Job'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SkEC9-0qBgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QP8PuhWLDF4/s72-c/B%26PD.Web.Photo.Fall-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955714422599891975.post-5250978198179219919</id><published>2009-06-06T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:32:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Adventurous drive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SitaDH8eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/B2TddjeofQ0/s1600-h/13929-2005-Hummer-H2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344464392524031986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SitaDH8eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/B2TddjeofQ0/s320/13929-2005-Hummer-H2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CLloyd%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CLloyd%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CLloyd%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Cambria Math"; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:1; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Calibri; 	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-unhide:no; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	mso-default-props:yes; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoPapDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	line-height:115%;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday, 06/06/09 and it was around 1100 hrs. I was sitting so bored not knowing what to do, and then started roaming around the house for no reason and it was when I thought about driving. The whether outside was cool, and would rain any minute. I went to my garage and saw the Hummer shining all black with silver coating on the grills. I always wanted to take for an outdoor spin but I never tried it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt today was the day. Checked for any flaws in the whole machine, the fuel was full, all driving conditions good and ready to go. It was then I found that I had trouble with the front left wheel, but it was soon rectified. Now comes the most important part, I started the ignition and it roared like the lion and went on a smaller ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now it was time to take it outside and so I did a vertical fall over the steps and now I was on the open air. I was enjoying the smooth ride in the chill weather, but it did not last long. The dog started chasing my Hummer, I drove faster for some distance then I thought “What the hell!!!”, and did a 180 degree turn and the dog freaked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were standing facing each other, the Hummer was roaring and the dog grudged. But I never gave up the determination, with a little back wheel burnout I moved forward towards the dog, now the dog’s freaking out. A dog’s no match for the Hummer, I kept advancing and now the dog started running for its life and ran up the stairs to save itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I sat behind the wheel like a king riding fast as I could but then I was too fast so it dragged me out of the road to the sands, but it’s a Hummer, I can drive anywhere I want and how ever I want. I got over hyped and did various stunts, but that happiness did not last long, when attempting another 180, I lost balance and hit against the wall and lost my left indicator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt so bad and learnt a lesson,” Speed thrills but kills” and I made up my mind to drive carefully. I started raining and it was time to get back into the garage. With a very mixed emotion I went to have my lunch. And this is not just the end, the Hummer story will continue!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; FONT-STYLE: italic" face="lucida grande"&gt;Note: The hummer is just a 1:10 Radio Control Vehicle ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4955714422599891975-5250978198179219919?l=lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5250978198179219919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/5250978198179219919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4955714422599891975/posts/default/5250978198179219919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lloyds-mystuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-drive.html' title='My first Adventurous drive!!!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06620674855860482576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SmIMg1AIjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HqwPIdgYFXM/S220/Image004a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ensJld8VDMY/SitaDH8eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/B2TddjeofQ0/s72-c/13929-2005-Hummer-H2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
