<?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-8177685840291955641</id><updated>2012-03-24T11:16:13.378-07:00</updated><category term='comfort'/><category term='change'/><category term='plans'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='food'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='lust'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>as my mind wanders....</title><subtitle type='html'>i jump from one thought to another...one dream to the next....i like it this way...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyincompatible.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>a shoe named desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HM8uOzELBkg/TXcvD_b-fpI/AAAAAAAAABY/61nexPuVpI8/s1600/my%2Bbrogues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HM8uOzELBkg/TXcvD_b-fpI/AAAAAAAAABY/61nexPuVpI8/s320/my%2Bbrogues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581982008763907730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do you see this? take a good look. hmmmmmmmm...........now tell me, is this not drool worthy? i so want a pair of brogues/oxfords. this pair is totally desire-worthy, lust-worthy, sigh-worthy. i would like a nice nude coloured one. summer is on its way. i can wear them with my jeans, my dresses, my skirts.......aawww!!!! i would look so great!! lol&lt;br /&gt;well, i am getting one soon....what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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desire'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04780862426276001548</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HM8uOzELBkg/TXcvD_b-fpI/AAAAAAAAABY/61nexPuVpI8/s72-c/my%2Bbrogues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177685840291955641.post-1516977622940186797</id><published>2010-01-17T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:16:09.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>inevitable.....</title><content type='html'>some things are so unexpected but feel so right. but then such things rarely leave us feeling stable. they catch us unaware, twist up our worlds and we end up confused but exhilarated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your carefully laid plans suddenly do not look so feasible anymore. or maybe you have to sacrifice some of them in order to adjust to the new change in your life. the sacrifices feel painful and hurt but you know that they just have to be done. you tend to totter on the edge of what you should do and what you want to do. there might be a hundred thousand reasons to go on with your life as it was and just one reason why you should move ahead with the choice you made. you might hesitate and frustrate yourself and those around you but ultimately you listen to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do not know where this will lead you but you just follow your instincts and hope that things will fall into place. change is difficult, more so if you already had plans. you know you always have a choice but sometimes changes are inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='inevitable.....'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04780862426276001548</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-8177685840291955641.post-6438897997414681082</id><published>2010-01-05T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:00:26.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>my plate, my food</title><content type='html'>i am not a big foodie. i just love my food enough to not want to share it with anyone. whether it is plain rice and vegetables or the-more-close-to-my-heart pork, saag and aachar that accompanies my plate of rice, my food is my own. the fact that i am shameless enough to beg a piece of my favourite cake and steal something yummy off my brother's plate is something else, of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think about it, food is probably something like a comfort factor. sometimes, the mere mention of a particular dish will set off some memory that instantly has me craving for the time that has been long gone. so i will go in search of that dish, not only satisfy my palate but also to feel closer to my own people. being away from the comfortable kitchen and a loving mother means that one cannot be choosy and demanding during meal times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while the roti and subzi served in my PG is definitely not what i like, i guess it is filling enough and does serve its purpose!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8177685840291955641-6438897997414681082?l=perfectlyincompatible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177685840291955641.post-161173381999400734</id><published>2009-12-29T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:59:09.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>hey i count my blessings!!!!</title><content type='html'>i do count my blessings. of course i do. its just that i tend to feel lazy at times. and dreamy. and hungry. and then i go to hunt for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;me loves me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me loves my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me loves my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me loves my books/movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me loves my faith in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me loves my humour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me loves being crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me loves my bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me loves...................yet to cum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes i count my blessings. i know how lucky i am to have parents who think beyond the present and who have always made great sacrifices for us.  my siblings who push me up when i am down, and then again pull me down when i am too high and mighty. friends who are so opposite of me at times but who are me at the core. my friends are my extended family. i am blessed to be able to think for myself, have my own opinions and sometimes successfully force them on others!!!!......i am blessed and i am grateful.........but i might forget it at times, so GOD a gentle reminder, huh...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8177685840291955641-161173381999400734?l=perfectlyincompatible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyincompatible.blogspot.com/feeds/161173381999400734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyincompatible.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-i-count-my-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177685840291955641/posts/default/161173381999400734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8177685840291955641/posts/default/161173381999400734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyincompatible.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-i-count-my-blessings.html' title='hey i count my blessings!!!!'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04780862426276001548</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-8177685840291955641.post-6488775124098851944</id><published>2009-12-29T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:57:09.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>goodbye 2009......the year of stagnation</title><content type='html'>goodbye 2009, i fare thee well....for me, this year was mostly all about being stuck in a dead rut. things were either not happening at all or they were happening too fast. i was reading without enjoying, talking and not making sense, listening but not understanding....u get my drift don't you??...so i yell GOODBYE 2009!!!...get gone. i want to read again, and talk and listen. i want to make sense, understand and grow. this stagnation is hampering my life and the person i am.&lt;div 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