<?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-4368781931251228935</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:31:34.791-07:00</updated><category term='Shahrukh Khan'/><category term='Swades'/><category term='Indian Middle Class'/><category term='hypocrisy'/><category term='ignoring'/><title type='text'>GAP</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GAP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078187555407339811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/TIV2539tMnI/AAAAAAAACL8/GuXFzoCpOTU/S220/Tattoo+03.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>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368781931251228935.post-5958498726497128876</id><published>2010-09-06T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:19:32.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Middle Class'/><title type='text'>Khosla Ka Ghosla - Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;KHOSLA KA GHOSLA (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Starring: Anupam Kher, Boman Irani, Parvin Dabas, Vinay Pathak and Ranvir Shorey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Directed by: Dibankar Banerjee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A beautifully movie that very clearly shows the plight of the Indian Middle Class. Though not quite as melodramatic as other Bollywood movies, this little piece of gem has paid attention to details that most other Bollywood movies lose in their melodrama as well as their gloss and shine. The movie is well-scripted and almost everyone in the movie, except for Tara Sharma, is true to their character. The movie portrays very realistically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it feels like for middle class people to be helpless and at the mercy of the highly corrupt institutions that do, in reality, exist. The humour in the movie might not be appealing to foreign audiences just because it hits a little to close to home and it is difficult to relate to it if you aren't an Indian who knows what most of the jokes are in reference to. Be that as it may, I give this movie 4.5 starts just because it portrays the reality of the situation in such a humourous manner. &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/4368781931251228935-5958498726497128876?l=gapthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5958498726497128876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368781931251228935&amp;postID=5958498726497128876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/5958498726497128876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/5958498726497128876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/khosla-ka-ghosla-movie-review.html' title='Khosla Ka Ghosla - Movie Review'/><author><name>GAP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078187555407339811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/TIV2539tMnI/AAAAAAAACL8/GuXFzoCpOTU/S220/Tattoo+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368781931251228935.post-4978199981192306214</id><published>2010-09-06T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:11:03.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shahrukh Khan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swades'/><title type='text'>Swades -  Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5f/Swades_movie_poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 448px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5f/Swades_movie_poster.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since I rarely update this blog, I'm going to write movie reviews here. In case you're wondering why? I'd say, just for the heck of it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SWADES (2004)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starring: Shahrukh Khan and Gayatri Joshi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by: Ashutosh Gowarikar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been avoiding watching Swades for a long time because I had a feeling I would not enjoy the movie as much as other people have. I wish I had been proven wrong but that does not seem to be the case.. I liked the movie no doubt and I like the premise of the movie and applaud the courage it must have taken to produce it. Regardless, the movie does sound far too preachy. The chemistry between Shahrukh Khan and Gayatri Joshi is non-existent. Though she is a pretty woman she has a lot to learn about how to act. I wish the director had made her more than an uptight grouch with strong ideals that she seems to presume everyone should live by. Yes, the movie deals with issues that are very real to India but I dont see why Mohan Bhargava is supposed to be so awesome for helping one village and coming back to India to live with the woman he loves. I would much rather that he did something on a larger and grander scale that affected the entire country to some extent or the other. Mohan is no better than any other person, he does what he does because he cares about the people in the village, NOT because he thinks India is in need of help. Be that as it may, the movie is worth watching, at least once if not twice. Shahrukh Khan's acting is good as always and the soundtrack of the movie is decent with a few exceptionally good songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368781931251228935-4978199981192306214?l=gapthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4978199981192306214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368781931251228935&amp;postID=4978199981192306214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/4978199981192306214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/4978199981192306214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/swades-movie-review.html' title='Swades -  Movie Review'/><author><name>GAP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078187555407339811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/TIV2539tMnI/AAAAAAAACL8/GuXFzoCpOTU/S220/Tattoo+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368781931251228935.post-8021384943134507888</id><published>2009-08-26T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:42:13.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypocrisy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignoring'/><title type='text'>On ignoring and being ignored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The funniest part about being a pro a ignoring people is understanding right away when you are being ignored. As it turns out someone I thought I was making good progress with as a friend (and may be in the future romantically) has decided to ignore me. Now there are two things one can do when one is being ignored. Either you can confront the said person or send them acerbic emails (again something I'm good at) and tell them it would have been nice of them to just tell you that they weren't interested in talking to you. Of course, I myself, take the other route so that's kinda hypocritical of me but when it's me who is being ignored, I get pretty damn preachy. Well, the world is full of hypocritical people like myself and I'm not proud of it but I do agree, it IS simpler to avoid people rather than tell them truthfully that you do not want to have anything to do with them. And when one takes that route, it is just so much simpler to know when someone else is doing the same to you, sigh.. The other course of action when one is being ignored by someone is to ignore them back. Sometimes that ACTUALLY works and the said person eventually comes to you and wants to spend time with you. However, when this happens you are extremely angry at having been ignored in the past and the person thinks he/she successfully ignored you and is back and that things are just peachy. Now that, is a recipe for disaster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in this special case of mine, I'm pretty damn sure that the person who is ignoring me at the moment isn't returning anytime soon. Neither is he very dear to my heart. So instead of confronting him, I think I'm going to ignore him in return. I think that's the best course of action at the moment, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368781931251228935-8021384943134507888?l=gapthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8021384943134507888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368781931251228935&amp;postID=8021384943134507888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/8021384943134507888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/8021384943134507888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-ignoring-and-being-ignored.html' title='On ignoring and being ignored'/><author><name>GAP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078187555407339811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/TIV2539tMnI/AAAAAAAACL8/GuXFzoCpOTU/S220/Tattoo+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368781931251228935.post-8214693119147944207</id><published>2009-07-21T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:05:44.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day fraught with frenimies and personal issues..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Happiness, do you find it when you start looking for it or does it just fall in your lap? How is fair that I slog my ass off and still feel pathetic and useless? I'm angry and tired and I just want to punch someone in the face right now. No, not just one someone, several someones. I have a list of em' in my head and I swear to God I wanna punch em' all in the face! #&amp;amp;@#%!@$^$#^$!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368781931251228935-8214693119147944207?l=gapthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8214693119147944207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368781931251228935&amp;postID=8214693119147944207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/8214693119147944207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/8214693119147944207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fraught-with-frenimies-and-personal.html' title='A day fraught with frenimies and personal issues..'/><author><name>GAP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078187555407339811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/TIV2539tMnI/AAAAAAAACL8/GuXFzoCpOTU/S220/Tattoo+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368781931251228935.post-7771217372033319221</id><published>2009-07-01T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:47:15.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unjust Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/Skugm2g1CNI/AAAAAAAAB9U/LEeXx9_yOU4/s1600-h/wilted-flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/Skugm2g1CNI/AAAAAAAAB9U/LEeXx9_yOU4/s320/wilted-flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353549171388647634" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;What do you do when your life goes topsy-turvy in the matter of hours? How do you defend yourself against accusations that are untrue? What do you say when people have already made up their mind about you without even bothering to give you a chance to explain? How do you react when people you think are your friends suddenly turn out to be the enemies that everyone had warned you against?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people do this? Why is life so unjust? Why am I so defective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many questions and no answers, all I know right now is I want to go back home and crawl into my mother's lap and cry my heart out. But I can't, so I'll just continue to be myself and learn to deal with the fact that life doesn't always hand out to you the things that you deserve...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368781931251228935-7771217372033319221?l=gapthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7771217372033319221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368781931251228935&amp;postID=7771217372033319221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/7771217372033319221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/7771217372033319221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/unjust-life.html' title='Unjust Life'/><author><name>GAP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078187555407339811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/TIV2539tMnI/AAAAAAAACL8/GuXFzoCpOTU/S220/Tattoo+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/Skugm2g1CNI/AAAAAAAAB9U/LEeXx9_yOU4/s72-c/wilted-flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368781931251228935.post-6309750966136983041</id><published>2008-12-09T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:03:05.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sweet sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What bugs me the most? Not getting enough sleep.. This horrible finals week with all of it's tensions is bad enough as it is. And then to top it all, there's no bloody time to sleep it seems. When I was back in school, exams were the time to study and sleep. The highest amount of sleep I got was during exam time. And now, there's so much studying to get done that I have no freaking idea where to incorporate sleep in it.. So yesterday, I finished writing some shit and said, ok I'll lie down for an hour. Next thing I know, I'm up after 8 hours!!!! AArrrgggghhhh.... I have so much to do and NO time to do it now. Holy crap, I just hate feeling this way.. So I decided to relax by procrastinating! Not a good idea, I know but it does help me some.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368781931251228935-6309750966136983041?l=gapthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6309750966136983041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368781931251228935&amp;postID=6309750966136983041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/6309750966136983041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/6309750966136983041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-sweet-sleep.html' title='Sweet sweet sleep...'/><author><name>GAP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078187555407339811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/TIV2539tMnI/AAAAAAAACL8/GuXFzoCpOTU/S220/Tattoo+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368781931251228935.post-6033513377012180692</id><published>2008-12-06T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:21:47.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since this got put on a site called Dsplaced and I thought I'd have it included here as well. Its a nice site that asks for contributions from people who feel displaced. I thought I'd write something and apparently they thought it was worthy of being posted on the website. Most of you have already read it, but I thought I'd have it here as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d be miserable out of Bombay, never having been out of the city for more than a month since my birth.I have always wanted to go to America &amp;amp; pursue my dream. So I sit here in my American apartment today and wonder, why is it that after 4 months of coming here and barely having ever felt homesick, am I in so much rage? I realise now that these past 4 months have been full of new experiences, new people, new places, new everything. It’s a nice place, I quite like it here but when I start to think about my life, all I can ever think about is Bombay. I miss travelling in the crowded trains, I miss taking my mom’s dabba to office, I miss walking into St. Xavier’s and feeling at home there. Most of all, today I miss being in Bombay at the time that the city that I love has been attacked. I don’t care which part of the world I live in for the rest of my life, I realise today that at heart I am and will always remain a Bombayite..&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/4368781931251228935-6033513377012180692?l=gapthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6033513377012180692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368781931251228935&amp;postID=6033513377012180692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/6033513377012180692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/6033513377012180692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is'/><author><name>GAP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078187555407339811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/TIV2539tMnI/AAAAAAAACL8/GuXFzoCpOTU/S220/Tattoo+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368781931251228935.post-3890462697282161509</id><published>2008-12-06T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:32:02.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I woke up today morning after having slept for a solid 13 hours, all ready to start work and studies.. Then I looked outta my window and whaddya know? It had snowed last night and it looked just like a postcard outside.. I was very tempted to go out and feel that snow but then I checked the temperature and it said -2 degrees C, so I just sat and enjoyed the view.. Well I woke up at 9 in the morning and its 2:30 in the afternoon now, haven't gotten any studying done.. But eventually I'll get something done, I'm sure of it.. I hope to survive the coming week with my sanity intact.. FINALS!! Truthfully, if I thought grad school was difficult, boy-oh-boy does that finals week feel like a kick in the ass! Oh yeah and I went out to buy a highlighter to highlight the amazing amount of reading I need to get done. And then of course some Chinese food cause well I felt like it. So now that I'm full of Chinese chicken curry and steamed rice, I'll try to not sleep and get some reading done.. May be I'll brew some of that hazelnut coffee.. Damn! I need to focus, there's a lotta studying to get done.. Well, that's that for now.. Bye..&lt;br /&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/4368781931251228935-3890462697282161509?l=gapthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3890462697282161509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4368781931251228935&amp;postID=3890462697282161509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/3890462697282161509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4368781931251228935/posts/default/3890462697282161509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gapthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week'/><author><name>GAP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10078187555407339811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCQAJBLd_zc/TIV2539tMnI/AAAAAAAACL8/GuXFzoCpOTU/S220/Tattoo+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
