<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;CkUDQH0zfyp7ImA9WhRWEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125</id><updated>2011-12-27T21:31:11.387-08:00</updated><category term='you'/><category term='mind'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='social life'/><category term='music'/><category term='life'/><title>#Hashtags</title><subtitle type='html'>What's happening right now on my mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUGR3Y9cCp7ImA9Wx5WEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-2051021300037046865</id><published>2010-09-21T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:27:06.868-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-21T22:27:06.868-07:00</app:edited><title>#crappywriting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/st/statianzo/1285254_way_wrong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/s/st/statianzo/1285254_way_wrong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Crappywriting it should be. Crappywriting it will be. Guess there's no turning back. Once you've plunged deep in to such a&amp;nbsp;polemical&amp;nbsp;situation, it is perhaps the way-out that must find you rather than the other way around. In such a theory of being, I find my solace. That the way will turn up once and for all. Another question that troubles me is if that way will be a way into another deeper quicksand situation; but that's more of a time-will-tell issue. I leave all that to chance and the chaotic turnout of chance events.&amp;nbsp;Adieus&amp;nbsp;for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-2051021300037046865?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/2051021300037046865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2010/09/crappywriting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/2051021300037046865?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/2051021300037046865?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2010/09/crappywriting.html' title='#crappywriting'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIDRHcycSp7ImA9WxBXGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-461630951742708415</id><published>2010-01-31T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:29:35.999-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-31T20:29:35.999-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life'/><title>#eternaltruths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrg.bz/PiOjSe" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://mrg.bz/PiOjSe" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People make up eternal truths as they go along. Worse they convince you that their truth is universal. I've one word for them; their truth is: Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every sentence they say isn't truth. They'd know better if they thought even a split-second on the thought and said it. But the truth is that they don't. What seems to be easier is saying as it comes to your mind: without sometimes being aware of the tautness of the situation that they've placed themselves in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-461630951742708415?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/461630951742708415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2010/01/eternaltruths.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/461630951742708415?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/461630951742708415?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2010/01/eternaltruths.html' title='#eternaltruths'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMBRn04eyp7ImA9WxBXGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-7378727898381021433</id><published>2010-01-31T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:27:37.333-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-31T20:27:37.333-08:00</app:edited><title>#lasik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Disclosure: Sponsored Posting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrg.bz/lI3rAO" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://mrg.bz/lI3rAO" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lasik as a convenient surgical process modifies the contour of the cornea bringing down the requirement for glasses or corrective &amp;nbsp;contact lenses and sets itself apart from other refractive methods. How the surgery is required varies from person to person, subject to certain risks; those risks can be minimized, but the risks cannot be purged altogether! The advantages include: instantaneous Lasik vision recovery and painless procedure(normally). Most often performed surgery in the US with , there are two types mainly: conventional or wavefront custom. With a 35 years track record behind them and being separately confirmed by nonprofit Lasik patient advocacy USAEyes to meet or exceed the national norms, &lt;a href="http://www.usaeyes.org/surgeons/stahl.htm"&gt;Stahl Eye Center&lt;/a&gt; where graduates from top universities such as UCLA, John Hopkins and Yale work seems to a great options for patients looking forward to choosing Lasik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-7378727898381021433?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/7378727898381021433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2010/01/lasik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/7378727898381021433?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/7378727898381021433?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2010/01/lasik.html' title='#lasik'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAFQns4cSp7ImA9WxNTF0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-5377275260682106985</id><published>2009-08-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:25:13.539-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-20T06:25:13.539-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title>#randomfeeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's a pleasure to subject yourself to &lt;a href="http://caitlancan.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-about-hunger-feelings.html"&gt;different kinds of feeling&lt;/a&gt;, by being with different people, even if it accounts to "sleeping around". Ah, who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/3281839742_973b50527c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/3281839742_973b50527c.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The constant bickering of the same emotion is a thing that gave me headaches every single day of my life, until ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;until, I discovered madness. I stumbled upon the idea of talking with different kinds of people. Unless, you talk or read or listen, nothing is going into your head. You need to &lt;a href="http://spicywifey.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-notice-hot-homework.html"&gt;take notice&lt;/a&gt;. Or, you'll become one aloof soul; which I must say is bad as bad can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, stop reading this sh*t and ... go out. Get some fresh air. &lt;a href="http://friendssjrosegarden.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-and-smell-roses.html"&gt;Smell a rose&lt;/a&gt;. Talk to your neighbor. If it's some person you hate, go take a walk, and talk to the next person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4038826908257450125-5377275260682106985?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/5377275260682106985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/08/randomfeeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/5377275260682106985?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/5377275260682106985?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/08/randomfeeling.html' title='#randomfeeling'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/3281839742_973b50527c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8NQn05fCp7ImA9WxJbFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-5941890203253725159</id><published>2009-07-23T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:34:53.324-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-23T19:34:53.324-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title>#slowingdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/98/262782329_3bdb6a922d.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/98/262782329_3bdb6a922d.jpg?v=0" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Are you downing more than what &lt;a href="http://www.harishanker.net/2009/07/you-are-what-you-eat/"&gt;you can chew&lt;/a&gt;? Why not slow down? Why not take one thing at a time and be more productive? I think it'll do you more good than you think.&lt;br /&gt;
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See, &lt;a href="http://www.sitepoint.com/blogs/2009/06/27/multitasking-kills-focus-productivity/"&gt;multitasking is not for everyone&lt;/a&gt;. If you're saying that you're a multitasker and most of your work gets done badly or incompletely, then we'll have to doubt the case in point. If you think about it, actually slowing down may give you more time and at the end of the day, you'll have more things done.&lt;br /&gt;
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You'll see that your&lt;a href="http://todolistblog.blogspot.com/"&gt; to-do lists&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;are getting done more&lt;/i&gt; easily that you'd ever thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-5941890203253725159?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/5941890203253725159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/slowingdown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/5941890203253725159?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/5941890203253725159?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/slowingdown.html' title='#slowingdown'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cMRHwyeSp7ImA9WxJbE0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-6215928413094296176</id><published>2009-07-23T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:58:05.291-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-23T07:58:05.291-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title>#earwormsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf1RwgGYB1g/R1LaAI2fkuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tTLtSDF-RYs/s1600-R/Shankar+-+Breathing+Under+Water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf1RwgGYB1g/R1LaAI2fkuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tTLtSDF-RYs/s320-R/Shankar+-+Breathing+Under+Water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've got this stuck in my head. That song is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.anoushkashankar.com/home_html.php"&gt;Anoushka Shankar&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.karshkale.com/"&gt;Karsh Kale&lt;/a&gt;'s is&amp;nbsp;Sea Dreamer [Feat Sting] (&lt;a href="http://hypem.com/track/394544"&gt;listen&lt;/a&gt;) from&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.anoushkashankar.com/_content/media/breathing/info.html"&gt;Breathing Under Water&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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What would you do when you got something stuck in your head? What crosses my mind is a&amp;nbsp;dialogue&amp;nbsp;from &lt;i&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dr. Rosen: You can't reason your way out of this!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;John Nash: Why not? Why can't I?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dr. Rosen: Because your mind is where your problem is in the first place!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/A_Beautiful_Mind_(film)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You and me &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earworm"&gt;have been here&lt;/a&gt;, at least once.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;In the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/Seinfeld" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;" title="Seinfeld"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;episode "&lt;a href="http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/The_Jacket_%28Seinfeld_episode%29" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;" title="The Jacket (Seinfeld episode)"&gt;The Jacket&lt;/a&gt;", George complains that he has the song "Master of the House" from&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/Les_Mis%C3%A9rables_%28musical%29" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;" title="Les Misérables (musical)"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;"stuck in his head". (At the end of the episode,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/Elaine_Benes" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;" title="Elaine Benes"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt;'s father is shown humming the tune, which implies that the earworm is contagious.) Jerry tells George that the composer&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/Robert_Schumann" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: underline;" title="Robert Schumann"&gt;Robert Schumann&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;went mad because he had had one note stuck in his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;(source:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.reference.com/browse/all/earworms"&gt;reference.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd have to believe as, in the eternal &lt;i&gt;"It'd pass" &lt;/i&gt;line. My sole consolation for a while until the brain passes onto munching on better stimulus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-6215928413094296176?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/6215928413094296176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/earwormsong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/6215928413094296176?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/6215928413094296176?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/earwormsong.html' title='#earwormsong'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gf1RwgGYB1g/R1LaAI2fkuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tTLtSDF-RYs/s72-Rc/Shankar+-+Breathing+Under+Water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIEQ3gycCp7ImA9WxJbEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-8576690689786209283</id><published>2009-07-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:55:02.698-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-22T07:55:02.698-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title>#walkingwiththewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3461/3206570218_8a77512dba.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3461/3206570218_8a77512dba.jpg?v=0" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Walking against the wind is a &lt;i&gt;pleasure&lt;/i&gt;. To carry the wind in your hair is double the pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Close your eyes. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-b7qaSxuZUg"&gt;Imagine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Wouldn't it be nice if you could do that about your life: not going along the road along the way of the wind, wouldn't it be nice to be&amp;nbsp;way led&amp;nbsp;into walking against the wind. Can't the same pleasure be derived from having that, if not proportionately.&lt;br /&gt;
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Open your eyes wide. &lt;a href="http://northdownsandbeyond.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-around-you.html"&gt;Look around&lt;/a&gt;. Isn't the world a little different now? Two options: It is. And, it isn't. For those of you who didn't feel it different close your eyes and look deep within a while and return.&lt;br /&gt;
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To those who felt different Go on, &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1305608"&gt;yours is the world&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-8576690689786209283?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/8576690689786209283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/walkingwiththewind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/8576690689786209283?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/8576690689786209283?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/walkingwiththewind.html' title='#walkingwiththewind'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcESH0-fSp7ImA9WxJbEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-532285431837058937</id><published>2009-07-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:06:49.355-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-21T10:06:49.355-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life'/><title>#idontknow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3269038709_5fbc9fc853.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3269038709_5fbc9fc853.jpg?v=0" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The easier way out of things for the lousiest and perhaps the occasional lousy individuals!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's your freedom band out of &lt;a href="http://brainzooming.blogspot.com/2009/07/off-blog-brainzooming.html"&gt;being "involved"&lt;/a&gt;. "I don't know" can be linearly if not perfectly be rephrased as "I don't want to be involved" or on the likes of "I don't want to know". It's one of the most overtly used phrased in the English language to this side of the world and more (I'm guessing!) in Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;
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The usage can be traced to its origins from the more common&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://arunchullikkal.wordpress.com/2009/05/28/life-death-and-resurrection-of-bloggers-at-bobcares/"&gt;Malayalam&amp;nbsp;variant&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Enikku Ariyilla"&lt;/i&gt; or&lt;i&gt; "Enikku ariyan paadilla"&lt;/i&gt;. Yes, you have your choices of dialects, as well. But beneath all that marination, what's said is from the same source and intention.&lt;br /&gt;
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To know about a thing, you need great courage which&amp;nbsp;of course&amp;nbsp;comes naturally to certain individuals, while the &lt;a href="http://jagsfitnessblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/closed-minded-individuals.html"&gt;rest are laid to pondering&lt;/a&gt; in a masquerade of aloofness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-532285431837058937?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/532285431837058937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/idontknow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/532285431837058937?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/532285431837058937?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/idontknow.html' title='#idontknow'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYHQXc-fip7ImA9WxJbEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-104863876979595557</id><published>2009-07-20T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:25:30.956-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-20T19:25:30.956-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title>#reducereuserecycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/1540004703_b3cb3071cf.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/1540004703_b3cb3071cf.jpg?v=0" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not in environmental terms, I'm talking about the mind, our seat of&amp;nbsp;conscious behavior and ... yes, of course I can't deny: subconscious and even unconscious. Yes, I spilled it out full.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://mindbodysmile.com/2009/07/13/magical-moments-experiences-to-savor/"&gt;Mind is magical&lt;/a&gt;. But are we not taking care of it. Do we subject it to exercise, rather than make it go through the same hula hoops all the time, all through the day: then you realise, all your days are like the day, today. But, why?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why aren't you so against &lt;a href="http://magical-mind.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-special-is-happening.html"&gt;change in your life&lt;/a&gt;. Come on, reuse your mind, recycle your thoughts. You may come up with the next big thing!! This is the magic of the mind that is cased in &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2009/07/20/learning-makes-your.html"&gt;1.5 kilograms of cerebral blob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for choosing to read. &lt;i&gt;Your life has been blessed with no lesser than half a pound of sacredness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-104863876979595557?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/104863876979595557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/reducereuserecycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/104863876979595557?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/104863876979595557?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/reducereuserecycle.html' title='#reducereuserecycle'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcEQ3c_eip7ImA9WxJbEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-8045856021668594146</id><published>2009-07-19T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:46:42.942-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-19T19:46:42.942-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><title>#unbecomingofyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/187465667_268d2f6ce0.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/187465667_268d2f6ce0.jpg?v=0" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Isn't it a rather unbecoming of you?"&lt;br /&gt;
Isn't it? Yes. You've been trying to be someone else when the person deep inside you&amp;nbsp;cries&amp;nbsp;foul and wants you to stop&amp;nbsp;analyzing&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;outside&amp;nbsp;parameters and look inside for a while:&lt;a href="http://jen-eo.blogspot.com/2009/07/jen.html"&gt; deep within&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why can't you be you?&lt;br /&gt;
What is stopping you from &lt;a href="http://drfranklinwhathaveyougivenus.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-let-them-disarm-you.html"&gt;becoming you&lt;/a&gt;? Think awhile: what factors are in motion? Can't you take notice and make them go away? Wouldn't it be a lot nicer?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/07/17/53-questions-that-a-life-may-depend-on/"&gt;Life is so full of questions&lt;/a&gt;! Like this blogpost. Now you need&lt;i&gt; to think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-8045856021668594146?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/8045856021668594146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/unbecomingofyou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/8045856021668594146?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/8045856021668594146?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/unbecomingofyou.html' title='#unbecomingofyou'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04DQ3g7eip7ImA9WxJUGUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-4142178813195076119</id><published>2009-07-18T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:52:52.602-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-18T19:52:52.602-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title>#dontletthemlikeyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/50/142862327_251a7eb4ee.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/50/142862327_251a7eb4ee.jpg?v=0" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Minion Pro';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Minion Pro';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't let them like you. It's &lt;a href="http://animesentinel.blogspot.com/2009/07/future-diary-vol-1-impression.html"&gt;dangerous to get involved&lt;/a&gt;. More dangerous than you think it'd ever be. Yes, the lines &lt;a href="http://britanniaradio.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-ww-ii-to-ww-iii-global-nato-and.html"&gt;have been redrawn &lt;/a&gt;and scared you should be, for they have been drawn out of proportion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This had been an ideology, an inner lining to her thoughtful brain and is like almost every fragile idea, this needed to be &lt;a href="http://syniadau--buildinganindependentwales.blogspot.com/2009/07/lords-verdict-on-barnett.html"&gt;thought on relative terms&lt;/a&gt;. This nailed her to her own cross. She crossed her legs and thought of the better world, beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The last thing she heard: "You'll have to wait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The same thing life asked her to do! But she decided to refuse and she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-4142178813195076119?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/4142178813195076119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/dontletthemlikeyou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/4142178813195076119?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/4142178813195076119?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/dontletthemlikeyou.html' title='#dontletthemlikeyou'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0UHQXg4fyp7ImA9WxJUGEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4038826908257450125.post-5861753218687757710</id><published>2009-07-17T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:40:30.637-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-17T23:40:30.637-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title>#thelifeandtimesof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/230353228_d42b4633ae.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 355px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/230353228_d42b4633ae.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all of a sudden you are subjected to a job that you didn't really like but would like to learn as it progresses and adapts on you, you as always as it has to begin to have apprehensions. Your mind begins to think up &lt;a href="http://stiesthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/hypothetical-fun-on-monday-morning.html"&gt;hypothetical situations&lt;/a&gt;, and ... worse demands you to &lt;a href="http://dearsarahjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/believe-in-themus.html"&gt;believe in them&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whynotblogitout.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-begins-at-sixty.html"&gt;Life begins to play games&lt;/a&gt; on you! Like the games that you played in your childhood. Life is such, sometimes … it demands from you more than you can own. But the fact is that, sometimes you have to play along! So you do!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4038826908257450125-5861753218687757710?l=hashtags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/feeds/5861753218687757710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-and-times-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/5861753218687757710?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4038826908257450125/posts/default/5861753218687757710?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hashtags.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-and-times-of.html' title='#thelifeandtimesof'/><author><name>Akhil Sasidharan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L9F-xc-tzp4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAADjk/jeAnC8NzW0Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>