New Year 2009

Each year, we try harder to reduce regrets, to make better decisions, to live with outcomes, to reduce the effort – satisfaction time lag. Do we measure ourselves based on lesser regrets? Do we achieve success by reducing that time lag?
Or do new regrets land up each time we minimize the effect of the old ones? Don’t know how many regrets I give birth to each day, don’t know if I’ve overcome the ones I had at some point of time..but its another new year..and I’m thinking again.

So how many regrets did you nullify? And how many new ones did you build?

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Praps Tag


This woman is dying to answer these questions about me..and the rest are most welcome to answer them as well.. Though some questions seem a little too probing..it’ll be fun…I guess. Answer on people..

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3.Something I have and you want?
4.Give me a nick name and explain why you picked it.
5.Describe me in one word.
6.What was your first impression of me?
7.Do you still think that way about me now?
8.What reminds you of me?
9.If you could ever give me one thing, what would it be?
10.How well do you know me?
11.How do you see me in the future?
12. Something you wanted to tell me but couldn’t.
13.Are you going to put this on your blog to see what people think about you??

Before I don’t talk

Would you erase memories before they are made?

In lonesomeness lies poetry, does it?

One quote that appealed: Women are the creatures between men and angels…or something like that (Balzac)

My longest running incomplete Christmas resolution (as a part of a friendship pact): Next Christmas eve, we shall have a boyfriend, and if nothing else..a date at least. It doesn’t even seem like Christmas

Impulsive thy name is Bookshopoholic

Somebody said I’m turning even more complex by the day. Maybe that’s right (Yeah, hear me now, I agree, like I agreed). I talk to myself more than I talk to my blog. Sucks to not have a blog on my phone. When is that going to start any ways! Another thing I noticed about myself is the resort to sitcoms when I was in a mess/unclear/unhappy. Escapist mentality creeping in slowly..finally.