<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692128658556942370</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:49:30.753-08:00</updated><category term='obesity'/><category term='weight gain'/><title type='text'>Randomization..</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey, I'm Prachi! Student, reader, sometimes writer, big time procrastinator. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08714161484624639635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692128658556942370.post-3725083102539640721</id><published>2010-07-03T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:57:56.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things YOU Don't Know About ME..</title><content type='html'>&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Camar%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Camar%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Camar%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt; 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 &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have been put up to this job by one of my best, and the most pestering, friend, &lt;a href="http://soulblogger-randomcrap.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mayank&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Since, I have no other option and have to toil with it, Here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;1) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I Don't Talk Much&lt;/i&gt; : Being a girl, people expect me to be talkative. After they get to know me, it's like '&lt;i&gt;Girl, say something!! I'm outta topics!&lt;/i&gt;' But once I start talking about something, I won't stop! Then it's like, '&lt;i&gt;Okay! I get your point. Now STFU!!!'&lt;/i&gt; :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;But there are 2 people who will swear over their life that I'm chattering non-stop, 24x7. My mom and my cousin + best friend, Surabhi. When I tell others about this, they are like, '&lt;i&gt;Yeah, right!&lt;/i&gt;' :-|&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I'm a hard-core Patriot&lt;/i&gt; : India is my country and I love it. Say anything bad about my country in front of me, and you are gonna regret it for a long long time. I mean it. &lt;i&gt;Jai Hind!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;3) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I Think Very Low Of Myself &lt;/i&gt;: I will never ever praise myself in front of anyone, unless it's just jokingly. I always think I suck at almost everything and others have to keep telling me that that's not the case. I have a Love-Hate relationship going on with myself. I hate this side of me, but can't help it. :P&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;4) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I SUCK at Making First Impressions&lt;/i&gt; : My first impressions of people are always wrong. Sometimes, I easily trust people who are completely untrustworthy. Have faced numerous problems and heartbreaks because of this. Also, I never get friends who are like me. My friends are mostly complete opposites of me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;5) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I HATE Bad Grammar&lt;/i&gt; : I get irritated real fast when I have to read stuff with bad grammar and sucky punctuations. And I hate people with bad grammar. If you can't talk proper English, please don't attempt some to impress someone with your grammatical nightmare!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;6)&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I Love Animals with a Passion&lt;/i&gt; : I love animals more than I love some of the closest people in my life. That's the way I am. But, I kinda hate cats.. :-|&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;7) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I SUCK At Expressing Myself&lt;/i&gt; : I Love my family, but I can never express it to them. Also, I may like a guy ever since I first talked to him. Over the time, I might even become his best friend, but even in his wildest dreams he won't think that I have a crush on him! I suck! :-|&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;8) &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I Can't Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; : I can't stop this at 7 things. This list will go on for at least 14 things now.. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;9) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I'm a Manga/Anime Fan&lt;/i&gt; : Not even my closest friends know this. All of them consider mangas and animes uncool and childish, but I love them. I'm a big fan of Naruto, Death Note and Bleach. Have started reading One Piece and I like Gin Tama a lot too. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;10&lt;i&gt;) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am REALLY LAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; : Yeah, I'm very very lazy at times. Well, most of the times. I hate to do what I'm told to do. I like individuality. I hate it when I have word to word instructions. I prefer to skip tasks at times just coz they are cumbersome and not really relevant.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;11) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I Hate Being the Center of Attention&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: I'd rather be the King's most trusted advisor than the King himself. I think that there is more space and comfort out of the spotlight. But sometimes, I do crave for attention. Only sometimes.. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;12) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I'm Fiercely Loyal&lt;/i&gt; : I'm really loyal to people I care about. I'll never go telling secrets of my friends to anyone else. I'll always be there as long as any of my dear friends want me to be. I'll almost never betray anyone's trust for any reason. I've been at the receiving end of betrayals too many times and that has changed me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;13) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I'm a FRIENDS Maniac&lt;/i&gt; : Rachel, Ross, Chandler, Monica, Joey and Phoebe are my biggest stressbusters. I Love them all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;14) &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;I'm a very Teary Person&lt;/i&gt; : There are tears in my eyes when I'm sad. There are tears in my eyes when I'm really really Happy and there are tears in my eyes when I'm really angry. I'm not a crying person. I hardly ever cry. But there are a lot of tears in my eyes. It's some kind of a genetic glitch, I think. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif;"&gt;Okay, this List has been dragged for too long. I've completed my task and now I'll pass this baton to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysnaina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunaina.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/start"&gt;YOU.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please be kind, write a blog on this topic and make someone else write a blog on this topic too.. (it's some kind of a chain blog. They get these chains everywhere these days. *&lt;i&gt;rolls eyes&lt;/i&gt;* )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif;"&gt;Thanks for bearing with me.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif;"&gt;Comments will be appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif;"&gt;Till the next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;~Prachi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman , serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/4692128658556942370-3725083102539640721?l=crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3725083102539640721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/3725083102539640721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/3725083102539640721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='7 Things YOU Don&apos;t Know About ME..'/><author><name>Prachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08714161484624639635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692128658556942370.post-1895630554883821656</id><published>2010-02-16T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T05:42:54.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools and Countries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have been promising a friend of mine to write a blog since forever, but I never got the time nor the inspiration to write one for a long long time. Part of the many reasons behind this was that I was extremely depressed these past few weeks. Living alone in an unknown country amongst unknown people who are not really very supportive of you can take a major toll on your mental stability. But, I will not go into details of that..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, here I am, sitting in the only, and now empty, cafe in an obscure town in Finland, writing this while waiting for an old woman who wants to talk to me about my depressed state.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staring out at the frozen street in front of me, I started wondering about my school days.Attending school in Finland is so different from attending it in India. For starters, all Indian schools have uniforms. Some are ugly, some are not-so-ugly. But uniforms, ugly or not, are compulsory. Finnish schools, on the other hand, have no uniforms at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then, my school days in India always started with an assembly of the whole school. The assemblies always started with the National Anthem followed by prayers, which was then followed by a resounding 'Good Morning, Teachers!' Then, someone from the teachers or the prefects would give out announcements, if any, and then at last, the classes would start. Here in Finland, people come to school some 5minutes before the classes start. There are no assemblies and stuff like that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also, I remember that whenever a teacher would enter the classroom, everyone would have to stand up and wish him/her 'Good Morning' or 'Good Afternoon', then the teacher would tell us to sit down and the lesson would start. Here, in Finland, the teacher comes in, says 'Hi!' and then starts teaching!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In India, a teacher would always be known as a 'Sir' or a 'Madam'. Here, in Finland, a teacher is known just by his/her name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then the lessons. Back in India, I used to have three 35minute lessons, back-to-back. Then the lunch break for 20minutes. Again three 35minute lessons and a break for 10minutes. Another triplet of lessons and then the school used to get over. Here, one lesson lasts for 45minutes and then there is a 15minute break before the next lesson starts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spmenglishschool.com/images/secondary/Get_Active_Pyramid_Training.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IAzMzTXgAc/S3vxWUpf9-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/RvapMdaCoQU/s1600-h/Get_Active_Pyramid_Training.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IAzMzTXgAc/S3vxWUpf9-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/RvapMdaCoQU/s400/Get_Active_Pyramid_Training.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the lessons themselves are so less challenging than what I am used to. At first, when I was sitting in a class of 17yr olds, I thought that I was back in class 8, doing stuff I did when I was 12! As the year progressed, the lessons did get tougher, but not really as tough as I am used to, anyway. No wonder these people have so much extra time to do random stuff.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then, back home, we used to have 2semesters and 2exams in each semester. And the 2nd exam of the 2nd semester was like the worst exam ever, coz we had do slog all that was taught during the whole academic year. Here, they have 6periods, each lasting for 1 and a half month each. Each having a different set of courses that never come back after the period is over. At the end of each period, they have a week of exams during which a test is given for each course attended during the period. I found this method a lot more easier as the studying material is reduced drastically.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yeah, and of course, Finns get free food in the school, which is quite decent. I always had to take my tiffin to school..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sure which education system I like more. Each one has an equal number of pros and cons. But considering the heavy-duty syllabus of Indian Education, I feel happy that I studied under the Indian one. After seeing the way of things here, I'm totally proud of having having emerged from such a tough education system with, well, maybe not flying colors, but at at least with dignity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://edu.raahe.fi/koulut/lukio/kansainvalisyys/comenius2008-2010/comenius2008-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://edu.raahe.fi/koulut/lukio/kansainvalisyys/comenius2008-2010/comenius2008-2010.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;And all this nonsense about SRK and his Pakistan-favored comments angering people is just bullshit.&amp;nbsp;How can people be so blind and ignorant? India is a free country and everyone has a right to say what they want. And &amp;nbsp;SRK was never wrong in what he said. Not all Pakistanis are terrorists and neither are all terrorists Pakistani. So try to clear your mind and get rid of your nasty narrow mindedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Also, the Terrorists attacks on the German Bakery in Pune is an act of cowardness and it is strongly condemned. RIP all the victims of the attack and hope the Government succeeds in capturing and punishing the cowards responsible for this act. Jai Hind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. The last para was completely spontaneous and has no connection to anything related to this blog. It's just that I love SRK and I'm really sad that I won''t be able to watch his My Name Is KHAN asap.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692128658556942370-1895630554883821656?l=crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1895630554883821656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/schools-and-countries.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/1895630554883821656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/1895630554883821656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/schools-and-countries.html' title='Schools and Countries'/><author><name>Prachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08714161484624639635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IAzMzTXgAc/S3vxWUpf9-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/RvapMdaCoQU/s72-c/Get_Active_Pyramid_Training.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692128658556942370.post-5852974332648384362</id><published>2010-01-30T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:53:15.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out Save Our Tigers | Join the Roar</title><content type='html'>Title: Save Our Tigers | Join the Roar&lt;br/&gt;Link: http://gotaf.socialtwist.com/redirect?l=-6447226578647205531&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tigers are like the pride of our nation.. Help to save them.. :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692128658556942370-5852974332648384362?l=crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5852974332648384362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/check-out-save-our-tigers-join-roar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/5852974332648384362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/5852974332648384362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/check-out-save-our-tigers-join-roar.html' title='Check out Save Our Tigers | Join the Roar'/><author><name>Prachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08714161484624639635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692128658556942370.post-5522139709990113712</id><published>2009-12-22T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:17:24.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding in Snow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I found out just how difficult it is to ride a bicycle in the snow --&amp;nbsp; the hard way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was supposed to go to a friend's house for the afternoon, just to watch a movie and chill out.. This friend lives like a few kilometers away from where I live.. It took all my energy in riding the bike and concentrating on not skidding and falling down!! I was completely out of breath in just 10minutes!! To add a cherry on top of the cake, my bicycle has no brakes! On the way back from my friend's, I rode directly into a snow bank! God, that was sooo embarrassing! But fun, too.. The moment I hit the snow, it felt AWEsome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me and my friends were supposed to watch this movie called Bruno, but it was embarrassingly gay, having gay sex scenes n stuff, and we had the friend's parents among us, so we had to change the movie.. We ended up watching Mean Girls.. B-O-O-O-R-I-N-G!! But it was fun watching it with them! I guess, friends make everything better.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not being a Christian or from a Christian country sucks when it comes to festivals.. I've made sooooo many faux pas about Christmas gifts and cards that I'm totally thinking of burying myself in a hole.. I mean, everyone around me is exchanging gifts and cards and I'm standing there like a dummy saying "Oh! I forgot your gift/card at home!!" -- which, by the way, is completely true.. I shopped for Christmas in November itself.. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today was also my cousin's birthday!! A very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to her..!! I miss her sooooo much!! It would have been our cue to go partying today if I was at home, who cares about exams? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We did talk for about 90 minutes today, so it kinda made up for that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh, and the reason for not blogging much was that 3 of my very good friends are back on the Yahoo! Messenger scene and I was kinda busy chatting with them.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Oh, and now I'm also addicted to Naruto! yeah, laugh.. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish all of you people out there reading this a very Merry Christmas! and a prosperous New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Have fun in the holidays, people!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g212/djricardokb/merry_christmas_by_dimant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g212/djricardokb/merry_christmas_by_dimant.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/4692128658556942370-5522139709990113712?l=crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5522139709990113712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-found-out-just-how-difficult-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/5522139709990113712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/5522139709990113712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-found-out-just-how-difficult-it.html' title='Riding in Snow..'/><author><name>Prachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08714161484624639635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692128658556942370.post-2933687171550746136</id><published>2009-12-09T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:19:56.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight gain'/><title type='text'>A New Epidemic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After reading the title, many people must think I'm gonna write about Swine Flu.. Yawn, quite boring, eh? Nah, I'm not writing about swine flu.. I'm writing about &lt;b&gt;Obesity&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm really jobless, having a lot of free time on my hands, so these crappy topics..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, Obesity.. Earlier, a problem faced only by rich countries, obesity is spreading rapidly all over the world.. The main reason for this is believed to be &lt;b&gt;urbanization&lt;/b&gt;.. Life in cities has kept everyone -- kids and adults -- away from exercise. Fast-paced busy lives, pollution and lifestyle amenities have decreased the importance of physical exertion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Urban cities are also thriving with &lt;b&gt;unhealthy fast-food joints&lt;/b&gt;.. McDonald's and other such American fast-food chains, along with the local fast-food restaurants are also a major reason behind increasing obesity. The modern, working family nowadays has no time to sit down and have a formal meal. This has lead to the practice of snacking -- which eventually leads to more intake of food than necessary. Also, portion sizes are increasing rapidly, too. Along with our lifestyles, our eating habits have started to seem American too.. (Now, is it a bad thing..?? )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another reason for obesity are &lt;b&gt;supermarkets and ready-to-eat, pre-packaged foodstuffs. &lt;/b&gt;Unlike fresh food, these food products have extremely high amounts of sugar, salt, fat and preservatives, so that their shelf-life is increased. These elements contribute into excess weight gain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And probably the last reason for obesity is the &lt;b&gt;'Theory of Evolution'&lt;/b&gt;! Our forefathers were used to living on minimum amounts of food. According to the &lt;b&gt;'Thrifty-gene Theory'&lt;/b&gt; of weight gain, our bodies were brought up to conserve food and cope with minimum available calories and nutrition. When overwhelmed with unlimited food, excess weight gain and obesity are unavoidable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No wonder people gain weight these days.. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoaddict.com/wp-content/uploads/HLIC/www.benettontalk.com/obese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://www.infoaddict.com/wp-content/uploads/HLIC/www.benettontalk.com/obese.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4692128658556942370-2933687171550746136?l=crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2933687171550746136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-epidemic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/2933687171550746136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/2933687171550746136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-epidemic.html' title='A New Epidemic?'/><author><name>Prachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08714161484624639635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692128658556942370.post-6292879121946452743</id><published>2009-12-07T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:05:39.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions and NO Answers.. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7th December, his Birthday.. It's been almost 2 weeks since we had a proper conversation.. And then too, we had a fight.. Was getting into a romantic relationship with my best friend a mistake on my part? Or is it the physical distance between us that's creating this problem? Is expecting an hour of his precious time a very big demand? My boyfriend, the one who claims to love me, can't spare just an hour a day for me.. I agree he's got his exams, but this is not the first time he;s got exams! I remember those days when we used to talk for hours on end during exam time.. And not just any exam.. We talked through both of our BOARD EXAMS! So, what's wrong now? Where did those late-night calls disappear to? I still remember those calls after 11pm in the night. Just because it was 10 times cheaper, we used to talk 10 times more.. There have been nights when we both went to sleep at 4am because we had been talking! What's wrong now?? Can't he spare one measly hour for me? And why the hell do we keep getting into fights? For a romance that's hardly 2months old, isn't this abnormal? Why doesn't he understand that he needs to give at least some of his time towards this relationship to make it last? And if he knew he wasn't going to be able to give me time, why the heck did he take the first step in the first place? Why not wait till I was back in India? Why not just shut up and let things be as they were? At least we were happy! By proposing me, he sent me beyond happiness, and then brought me crashing back down! Why did he do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~So many questions and I have no answers.. And no one to demand answers from, either.. Why does my life has to suck so much??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Someone help me out! Should I keep calling him till he receives my call or should I cuddle my self-esteem close to me and wait till he calls and apologizes? I can't even concentrate on this particular problem properly because there are other, more important problems in my life for which I can't even seek help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~I've spent many sleepless nights over this issue and I'm seriously fed up now.. Why are you doing this to me, M.. WHY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4692128658556942370-6292879121946452743?l=crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6292879121946452743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/questions-and-no-answers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/6292879121946452743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4692128658556942370/posts/default/6292879121946452743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappy-random-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/questions-and-no-answers.html' title='Questions and NO Answers.. :('/><author><name>Prachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08714161484624639635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
