<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINRHg5eCp7ImA9WhRaFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498508551482848477</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:39:55.620-08:00</updated><category term="ocean" /><category term="jokes" /><category term="choice" /><category term="die" /><category term="blue" /><category term="possessive" /><category term="air" /><category term="sea" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="vendetta" /><category term="random" /><category term="night" /><category term="guilt" /><category term="melancholy" /><category term="destruction" /><category term="sadist" /><category term="freedom" /><category term="fate" /><category term="marine" /><category term="life" /><category term="sleep" /><category term="day" /><category term="vacuum" /><category term="vicious" /><category term="strength" /><category term="sunshine" /><category term="sun" /><category term="new year" /><category term="fresh" /><category term="sands" /><category term="happiness" /><category term="fear" /><category term="love" /><category term="humor" /><title>Lackadaisical Thoughts</title><subtitle type="html">My mind has a mind of its own.Don't worry I am no schizophrenic person.I think a lot and I need to jot down my random thoughts somewhere before my mind gets exhausted storing it ;) so enjoy reading and don't go mad reading it.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Rochelle Joseph</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107956759419765849271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dI3HvHz67Ck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xDEwiiyyc6s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/gLWmY" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/glwmy" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/gLWmY</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04HRXkyfyp7ImA9WhRbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498508551482848477.post-7596972549666516882</id><published>2012-02-07T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T07:52:14.797-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-07T07:52:14.797-08:00</app:edited><title>Political Adults-Only mishap ;)</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jq0-6FfG--Klay6oIin90CWeH70/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jq0-6FfG--Klay6oIin90CWeH70/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jq0-6FfG--Klay6oIin90CWeH70/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jq0-6FfG--Klay6oIin90CWeH70/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Ok. So this some recent hot news that’s splashing across all
news channels and the title itself will make everyone glued to the television screen.
Ahem, careful with the hands. What??? I am saying not to raise the middle finger.
For Christ’s sake, can’t you people leave small things small? &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;
Now back to our discussion. So these 2 innocent ministers
were under stress and what’s the best medicine for stress? Watching Porn???Note
that one of them was the “woman and child development” minister. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Hello??? Do u realise the minister has to do his basics. He needs
to understand everything about women. He is no Mel Gibson in “What women want”
movie.&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;
Enough with the sarcasms. Is it that big a crime to watch
something like this while a heated debate was going on? Is that the reason they
demand resignations from these two human beings? Yes, to err is human. But how
is it different from these two idiots imagining porn playing in their
intellectual minds and not giving any sort of attention to the meeting? Is it
then deemed a crime?Hell yeah,screw the new technology that is&amp;nbsp;ruining&amp;nbsp;even the kids of this generation.&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;
But anyways we the people voted for these little men who think
they are doing a wonderful job? So who’s there to blame? Them? Or us? Or should
we just put the blame on Global Warming &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/bangalore/Two-ministers-caught-watching-porn-film-in-Karnatka-assembly/articleshow/11794727.cms" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/bangalore/Two-ministers-caught-watching-porn-film-in-Karnatka-assembly/articleshow/11794727.cms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2081140744"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2081140745"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;https://pinterest.com/rochellejoseph/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498508551482848477-7596972549666516882?l=justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~4/SQ1rcmUURRM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7596972549666516882/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/02/political-adults-only-mishap.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/7596972549666516882?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/7596972549666516882?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~3/SQ1rcmUURRM/political-adults-only-mishap.html" title="Political Adults-Only mishap ;)" /><author><name>Rochelle Joseph</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107956759419765849271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dI3HvHz67Ck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xDEwiiyyc6s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/02/political-adults-only-mishap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGSHc_eip7ImA9WhRbFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498508551482848477.post-980688968405156517</id><published>2012-02-06T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:32:09.942-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T19:32:09.942-08:00</app:edited><title>Your story?My story?doesn't matter...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8HNf02MSapguZ6eMHlrzCgcCpaw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8HNf02MSapguZ6eMHlrzCgcCpaw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8HNf02MSapguZ6eMHlrzCgcCpaw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8HNf02MSapguZ6eMHlrzCgcCpaw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When you think your story is the worst drawing in the world, take
a moment and think about others around you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was cribbing about missing my family for a few months, as I had to
join my work. &amp;nbsp;I pitied myself like anything.
My good friend came on chat asking me about my vacation, and all I did was fret
about unnecessary things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just then he shared something with me and all I could do at that
moment was pray for the soul of the poor girl who died of blood cancer. Why does
god play funny games with innocent souls? Why would god need younger souls in heaven?
Is he experimenting with his creations again?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Why was I so disturbed? After all it was a girl whom I knew in
name and stories only. Still I could feel the pain and more than that, the fear
that was gripping me hard from inside. Why do people get so disturbed when they
hear about death? Why does it scare them so much?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Is it the missing part or the leaving part that is scarier. Both I
should say. Leaving because you believe you are leaving all; you feel you are
missing all the good times that are yet to come, which I figured out later
should be a strength that we should all inculcate in ourselves, to ride over
suicidal thoughts that can possess us during our hard times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now here I am putting down my thoughts, still slightly disturbed
inside but what’s my worrying got to do here. I give my condolences to my friend,
console him and feel his pain. And then that feeling gave me an idea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A small play I made up, to fight my fears. That, God calls, those he loves, early to his abode, and we need to be happy for them and not
cry because our happiness can make them knock on heaven’s door quicker and their life will find meaning when they are anointed with god’s grace...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;https://pinterest.com/rochellejoseph/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498508551482848477-980688968405156517?l=justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~4/4BR2FdeQ_W0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/980688968405156517/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/02/your-storymy-storydoesnt-matter.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/980688968405156517?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/980688968405156517?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~3/4BR2FdeQ_W0/your-storymy-storydoesnt-matter.html" title="Your story?My story?doesn't matter..." /><author><name>Rochelle Joseph</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107956759419765849271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dI3HvHz67Ck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xDEwiiyyc6s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/02/your-storymy-storydoesnt-matter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGQn44eip7ImA9WhRbEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498508551482848477.post-942594197127962342</id><published>2012-02-01T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T03:28:43.032-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T03:28:43.032-08:00</app:edited><title>self inflicted fear</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r6WyM8Y1fwhoKpfscWLRNNjtpys/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r6WyM8Y1fwhoKpfscWLRNNjtpys/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r6WyM8Y1fwhoKpfscWLRNNjtpys/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r6WyM8Y1fwhoKpfscWLRNNjtpys/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
We are all so good in fooling others,and little do we realise that its a trick that we play to run away from ourselves.We are afraid of many things..Ever wondered why??Its the fear injected into us,ever since we were born.What if we were brought up in a jungle like mougli and tarzan.Will we ever be afraid of the wild???never..But then we will always be afraid of Humans.The only thing in this little world,we should ever be scared of..Human smell can make you pump the adrenalin to the greatest peaks.make u sweat..the fear will never die.it entangles you like the octopus, crushing you slowly to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sunday classes and church teachings make you wiser..yeah ..thats what you really think???/bull s**t.It screws you up like anything.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing they teach you--Never commit mistakes and if you do,confess!!!WTF??&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about the dilemmas of an innocent child who has been a victim of molestation??got trapped in the hands of a paedophile??Childhood memories given by a lesser god..Guilt will always be a part of him.For trusting GOD,for trusting people who were dear to him,fooled him right from the moment he was born.And no wonder rebels are born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All laughing faces crying inside ,break free and fight.Throw away your masks and face the cruel world...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;https://pinterest.com/rochellejoseph/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498508551482848477-942594197127962342?l=justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~4/Qvtr6-RCfEk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/942594197127962342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/02/self-inflicted-fear.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/942594197127962342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/942594197127962342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~3/Qvtr6-RCfEk/self-inflicted-fear.html" title="self inflicted fear" /><author><name>Rochelle Joseph</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107956759419765849271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dI3HvHz67Ck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xDEwiiyyc6s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/02/self-inflicted-fear.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECRX0zcSp7ImA9WhRbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498508551482848477.post-7126694263936612402</id><published>2012-01-14T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T08:01:04.389-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T08:01:04.389-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ocean" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="night" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sea" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blue" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sands" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="melancholy" /><title>The Deep blue Ocean</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NVYgX9MZKRuAr4cApXQgbAn1msE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NVYgX9MZKRuAr4cApXQgbAn1msE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NVYgX9MZKRuAr4cApXQgbAn1msE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NVYgX9MZKRuAr4cApXQgbAn1msE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqnUZ2B_cY4/TxGQow1qGZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s2fEnaD6GkI/s1600/ocean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqnUZ2B_cY4/TxGQow1qGZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s2fEnaD6GkI/s320/ocean.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Mood swings can make your mind dance a lot according to the different tunes your heart plays.It's like the deep &amp;nbsp;blue ocean that lashes out at the shore for no fault of its own or maybe who knows what tricks the minced little beast plays beneath the ocean.It might be tickling the blue sparkling beads, when its taking a nap ,letting it roar, jump and froth on the shore ;) or it can be the&amp;nbsp;melancholic feeling&amp;nbsp;of a dying marine soul that makes it want to weep and wanting the shore to lend a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
The ocean is the greatest listener.Trust me! You can tell anything to the ocean and it will bury all your secrets and quench your soul with the peace nothing life-like can ever give you.The soothing sound of the frolicking waves and the gushing waters that try to catch your toes,its all part of the journey you undertook years ago when you were born into the hands of the phenomenon called fate!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Fate is the decider of your so called future,which you always failed to&amp;nbsp;realize , can do nothing unless you choose to do&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;about it&amp;nbsp;.Yes,take a breath and look at life, like the ocean sees it.So calm and serene,it looks from a distance , making the biggest orange star take a dip in it in the evenings.ha ha,right in your face!It can take different forms like a sly magician and the uncanny lies in its ability to fool you and make you believe things that you wish you could actually believe!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Its a little bit funny how the shore and the ocean have lived together all these years in perfect harmony.All the sorrows and joys being shared, all the beautiful times spend together,the bright sunny days and the mourning moonlit nights.The lovely feeling it can give you when you are a part of it and I am longing to amalgamate in to this&amp;nbsp;marvelous miracle...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;https://pinterest.com/rochellejoseph/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498508551482848477-7126694263936612402?l=justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~4/TufX0AjosNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7126694263936612402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/deep-blue-ocean.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/7126694263936612402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/7126694263936612402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~3/TufX0AjosNY/deep-blue-ocean.html" title="The Deep blue Ocean" /><author><name>Rochelle Joseph</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107956759419765849271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dI3HvHz67Ck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xDEwiiyyc6s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqnUZ2B_cY4/TxGQow1qGZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/s2fEnaD6GkI/s72-c/ocean.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/deep-blue-ocean.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQGSH4zeyp7ImA9WhRVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498508551482848477.post-1708266427741042493</id><published>2012-01-12T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:55:29.083-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T21:55:29.083-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sea" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="die" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacuum" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strength" /><title>life's little tricks</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vx3OkdsSFdKyCCpxHHBvq_R63m4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vx3OkdsSFdKyCCpxHHBvq_R63m4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vx3OkdsSFdKyCCpxHHBvq_R63m4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Vx3OkdsSFdKyCCpxHHBvq_R63m4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Sometimes you get caught between the sea and the devil and those are the moments you test your strength.Giving up is for people who are weak inside.Never say die. I have always lived with that motto in life and I never regret clinging on to so called hope because in the end &amp;nbsp;the truth prevails.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
The nothingness life sometimes throws at your face,Shag it out.Its not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
You know life&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;have a defined set of rules.All you need to do is get into the boat and sail across the oceans!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Fear only sucks out your strength.Embrace the pains,take up all challenges with a smile.Hail the&amp;nbsp;vacuum and the peace &amp;nbsp;it gives you.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;https://pinterest.com/rochellejoseph/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498508551482848477-1708266427741042493?l=justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~4/pggW7_m1yDQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1708266427741042493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/lifes-little-tricks.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/1708266427741042493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/1708266427741042493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~3/pggW7_m1yDQ/lifes-little-tricks.html" title="life's little tricks" /><author><name>Rochelle Joseph</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107956759419765849271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dI3HvHz67Ck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xDEwiiyyc6s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/lifes-little-tricks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIFRH06eCp7ImA9WhRVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498508551482848477.post-5649300462215626333</id><published>2012-01-08T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:58:35.310-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T21:58:35.310-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fresh" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vicious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="possessive" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="air" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freedom" /><title>Love in a jar</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sWyb2kO_oSVJBhepsGHXrDaStuI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sWyb2kO_oSVJBhepsGHXrDaStuI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sWyb2kO_oSVJBhepsGHXrDaStuI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sWyb2kO_oSVJBhepsGHXrDaStuI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIJjp2IudXA/TxGksFjThOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bp4PvhTcefM/s1600/love+in+a+jar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIJjp2IudXA/TxGksFjThOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bp4PvhTcefM/s320/love+in+a+jar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I am always thrilled when I hear the word Love because that is the reason people survive.You know,You should be lucky that you are born because from the moment the zygote forms, it is because of love making ;)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
So we are surrounded by love all the time.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
But when does it start diminishing from our lives? Any idea? Even I don't . I always feel its a choice.. You can love someone,anyone,everyone,the entire world.I am not telling you to be a kissass.But you need love to survive in this world.Your life is empty without that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Love can sometimes create a vicious circle if the experience is painful.But its up to you not to get trapped in the negativity that will pull you down so low that it will be very difficult to come out from that black hole.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
The soft cloud and the sun meets to create the beautiful rainbow but then will it be formed without the rain???&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Ever thought of hunting for love..Well,it happens to those people who is so desperate,who is so insecure,that they will do anything for love.They wont mind pouring a bucket of water to make the rainbow on a dried up cloud and a flaming sun,forgetting the fact that its the end of sunshine in their lives...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Love is the fresh air that fills your cozy little room.You leave the windows open all the time so that it can keep refreshing you but if you close the windows you are letting it get stale.You cant win love over freedom..try it and you will know what I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;https://pinterest.com/rochellejoseph/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498508551482848477-5649300462215626333?l=justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~4/abHT7jrL5Lg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5649300462215626333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-in-jar.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/5649300462215626333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/5649300462215626333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~3/abHT7jrL5Lg/love-in-jar.html" title="Love in a jar" /><author><name>Rochelle Joseph</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107956759419765849271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dI3HvHz67Ck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xDEwiiyyc6s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIJjp2IudXA/TxGksFjThOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bp4PvhTcefM/s72-c/love+in+a+jar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-in-jar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFR3Y8fip7ImA9WhRVFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498508551482848477.post-2290793376521340625</id><published>2012-01-07T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:40:16.876-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T00:40:16.876-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guilt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sadist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vendetta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="destruction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>self destruction</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WPXeT1q3EqHWa11jvr82SNQhGEo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WPXeT1q3EqHWa11jvr82SNQhGEo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WPXeT1q3EqHWa11jvr82SNQhGEo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WPXeT1q3EqHWa11jvr82SNQhGEo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I keep pondering about this stupendous
thought and the memories linger on for a longer time. Opinions keep changing,
so do priorities. Experience of my near and dear ones have taught me to stop
blabbering about all beautiful things life has given me but I never forget, I
am just a human and as human as I can be, not an angel nor a saint. I love the
essence of life and all miseries it makes me drink, because in the end it makes
me realise, it's worth it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;What’s so much to fuss about a happy life?
Because I do believe that Happiness is a choice, a conscious one that decides
what you really need in your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A sadist finds immense pleasure in hurting
someone. But Isn't he a happy individual free of guilt? So, does that mean
guilty feelings play an important role in deciding your happiness? yes, of
course!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;You can't be happy and feel guilty at the
same time. And if someone says yes, well they are faking it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;But why is this feeling so powerful??It’s
so powerful that it even takes control of your mind and your heart. Self
destruction is the worst sin anyone can commit. It’s even worse than suicide. Because
when you commit suicide and if it’s a success ;-) tada, you are gone, you are
dead. No need to go through life's turmoil again. But self destruction, i.e., destroying
your mind completely, is worse than dying. Your body will be the only thing
that will be alive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Fear factor is the only thing responsible
for making you feel guilty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Living without fear is out of choice or
may be, more V for Vendettas should be born to take away our fears...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;https://pinterest.com/rochellejoseph/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498508551482848477-2290793376521340625?l=justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~4/4jog7MbVm1c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2290793376521340625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-fear-and-other-thoughts.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/2290793376521340625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/2290793376521340625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~3/4jog7MbVm1c/of-fear-and-other-thoughts.html" title="self destruction" /><author><name>Rochelle Joseph</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107956759419765849271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dI3HvHz67Ck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xDEwiiyyc6s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-fear-and-other-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGR3g8eyp7ImA9WhRVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498508551482848477.post-2944738668418499354</id><published>2012-01-01T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:07:06.673-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T22:07:06.673-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunshine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>Random musings</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W4KSk3Qe1VEEF8EOhyuTgP7Ww70/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W4KSk3Qe1VEEF8EOhyuTgP7Ww70/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W4KSk3Qe1VEEF8EOhyuTgP7Ww70/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W4KSk3Qe1VEEF8EOhyuTgP7Ww70/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
This is my first post on random thoughts and what more can I think of than the&amp;nbsp;random est&amp;nbsp;of thoughts&amp;nbsp;that's gushing out from my mind right now.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I have been thinking a&amp;nbsp;lot&amp;nbsp;about life and all things alike..Well ha ha..Christmas has come and gone .a million happy new years escaped my life without bidding goodbyes..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Ahem..I need justice..Justice for all the fun I missed.All the lovely precious moments that I could have had.Well,&amp;nbsp;there's&amp;nbsp;a saying right..Time and Tide waits for no man..Well ,it waits for no woman either..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I want to feel humor in everything I see..Well ..people do take you&amp;nbsp;seriously&amp;nbsp;right ;) so I have to carefully deliver the jokes.. mind you,its a small world out there,waiting to gulp you down unless you escape from those vicious claws ..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
live and let live and peace be with you... and with this I am off to sleep :)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
more random thoughts on the way for better tomorrows...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;https://pinterest.com/rochellejoseph/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498508551482848477-2944738668418499354?l=justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~4/_aaYoZvuav4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2944738668418499354/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-musings.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/2944738668418499354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498508551482848477/posts/default/2944738668418499354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gLWmY/~3/_aaYoZvuav4/random-musings.html" title="Random musings" /><author><name>Rochelle Joseph</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107956759419765849271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dI3HvHz67Ck/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xDEwiiyyc6s/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://justlackadaisicalthoughts.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-musings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

