tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31177154474521218262024-02-20T06:44:17.491-08:00~Justymagine~~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-38643211474556622792016-06-16T22:08:00.000-07:002016-06-16T22:08:12.330-07:00My IQWell,<br />
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According to them, I'm a Genius. ( way to enhance self-esteem)<br />
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If I were given the opportunity to name these fellas, I'd go for these names :D~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-59133894354908063252013-07-07T09:47:00.000-07:002013-07-07T09:47:09.701-07:00Decisions... Decisions... !!When I was little... ah! now you know that this is going to be a funny post , don't you? Yeah, my smaller version is kinda funny, you know? So.. When I was little, I wonder how a simple decision we make changes our future entirely. When we make up our mind about something, we end up getting a series of possibilities which must have been different if you have taken a different decision. Well, that wasn't that complicated when I thought about it as a child. They used to be simple decisions. Such as, which foot to use first when you walk out of the house... or which vegetable to eat first when I'm having lunch.Like.. If I eat a Carrot first, will I have the same future as when I eat a piece of Potato? See... Simple!! Do you know how I resolve this? I would eat the carrot and think that since I'v chosen to eat the carrot (and not the piece of Potato, as for that matter) my aunt (whom I sort of hated back then) would die. If I would have eaten the piece of Potato, someone else (whom I happen to love) would die. The funny part is, whatever I eat somebody will die. I never considered an option where nobody has to die. So the bottom line is I believed (and still do) that every action you take with every decision you make, what you actually do so choosing a future. And If you would have made a different decision you would have a alternate future. <br />
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Growing up, my decisions and life choices became complicated. I had to choose subjects for my Advance Level. I had to choose which school to attend. I had to choose between Maths and IT. All these decisions changed my life. More like Navigated it. Some time back, I took another hard decision. and now it changes my life. After I took that decision, I came across so many opportunities to choose that imaginary alternate future. But I kept on sticking to my oldest plan. Unlike before, I saw examples of how that alternate future would be. I saw that it's wonderful. But for some reason, I just hanged in there. Not knowing anything about what would become of me. Maybe you can call it being stupid. My mother would call it being stubborn. (obviously, because every mother does and mine is of that typical kind.. Love her). <br />
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However, now, I see certain indicators. Indicators which hints me about the future I'm going to have because of the decision I made. Even though those were lovely and all wonderful (same as the alternate one), it scares me to death. Am I ready to face it? Am I ready to embrace the consequences? Am I ready to let go of the people close to me? Well, that's the bad news. The good news is, I have some time to get prepared. And I will do it. Somehow. hopefully.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Have you ever given much thought about how good people are at each role they play? I think it's a very interesting phenomena how much variation there is in a single person when it comes to different roles. One person can be extremely good at being a father while being a crappy husband. Someone can be a very good friend but a unbearable sister. I think roles define who people are. Like all other things people are relative. Which reminds me that Albert Eisenstein is so right. He said that all the things are relative. I never thought this might literally applied to us humans until recently.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">You may have heard other's say things differently about someone you know. Things like, "I can't imagine what's wrong with you. He's such a good person. But you seem to find some wrong with him all the time and fight over nothing". That person is talking about your boyfriend while being a good friend to both of you. You might probably think that your friend is taking his side. However, I think what you should get out of this is... that your boyfriend is an extremely good friend but a crappy boyfriend. He's good at playing friend role but not the other. I think things can change once you understand this. You'll see things more positively. I hope.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I was taught to see both good and bad in people. I was told to ignore bad and hang on to the goody part. That is possibly the greatest lesson I've learnt in my life time so far. It was not a lesson about people. It was a lesson about relativity and how relativity applies to people. I think. Maybe it's something else altogether. But I'm just gonna hang to this definition for now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">By the way, I should really stop trying to post psychological stuff on my blog. I'm so not good at this. I bet you are utterly confused now. Well, I can't help it and you probably deserved it for reading my blog buddy. :P</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I planned to watch Twilight Saga, Breaking Dawn Part II ever since I read the book. Surely, that feeling became unbearable right after I watched the part one of it. It's ending was superb. I remember watching Bella's transformation several times on YouTube after that. Oh c'mon!! It's not that creepy, is it? I mean if you have watched it, then you know what I mean. That was like the only part which I could not imagine by reading the book. So I think the movie helped me a lot with my ever spanning imagination and I'm so thankful for that. :D</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As for the part two, like I said It was awesome. However, like all awesome things, this also have a down side. It seems like they have rushed the first portion of the movie too much. Like it was way too disconnected. I felt like watching a slideshow rather than a movie. So unoriginal, if you know what I mean. And the dialogues were cheesy. Not that I grasped each and every one of them, but the parts I got were all cheesy. I mean, "We are in the same temperature now".?? What was that? It's so not Edward!! I really don't think he would have picked that line for that moment. right? like I said, so not Edward. Anyway, except for the dialogues I was very much pleased with the rushing when I got to the next portion of the movie. The awesome part. The rushing was definitely worth it. It's not that I prefer action movies over romantic ones. But the action scene was very catchy. for lack of better words, it was awesome. I think I shouldn't use that "a" word again in this post. I think you all have had enough of it for the day :D</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I remember, I never wrote about a movie before. So this must suck. If it's not then I'm sure it's beginners luck. Anyway, thank you, all the cast and crew members of Breaking Dawn Part two for the awe...... amazing movie. I hope you'll not sue me for criticizing your lines :D</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">PS : Maybe it's too much information, but I'm reading the Twilight series again. For the 7th or 8th time. I think. started with draft of Midnight Sun two days ago. And Stephanie, I do love you. But I'll love you more if you write the rest of Midnight Sun and put me out of my misery. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let me tell u how I realized this ultimate truth. The article talked about most of the indicators to identify bullies and their victims. Something about harassment and "using their power to go after another". Bottom line is you know when you are being bullied if you feel someone else is forcing you to do things despite your unwillingness. ah! there goes the bulb. Now you know you are being bullied. Congratulations my friend. You have joined the club. ;) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">However, it says that most of the adult bullying occurs at the workplaces. Oh boy! Never saw that coming, right? There is something important you have to understand here. I hope you remember that time, right after lunch, you feel all sleepy and you want so badly to drop dead on the table? And sometimes you are brave enough to do so. Then at that exact moment your manager comes and ask you what you are doing? And you are forced to keep your eyes open unwillingly. Well, unfortunately, that's not bullying. I"m sure that theres another fancy word for that too. But sadly, it's not "Bullying". I'm talking about a situation where your manager asks you to work extra hours in order to cover someone else's work. And when you reject to do so, simply because you have your own personal life to take care of. Then your manager starts yelling at you saying that you'll not be entitled for either promotions or salary increment next year because you have very bad attitudes. Well, I think you get the picture here. My personal opinion is, that's bullying. Must say, very harsh bullying indeed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since you know the problem now, lets see what you can do about it. Well, there's practically nothing to do. You can't take any action against him/her. Of cause the article suggested to confront the bully, or to show that you are ignoring the person, or even to report the HR department. But trust me, that won't work. Frankly, it'll get worse. But instead, I would suggest to stop showing, go ahead and completely ignore the person. Do things your way if you think it's right even if you don't get promoted next year. You wouldn't probably get promoted even if you do as your manager says. After all, who can trust a bully right ? ;)</span>~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-76224421895637999452012-08-17T01:04:00.002-07:002012-11-21T20:32:22.425-08:00Long time no C... Isn't it funny how people manage to do all sorts of stuff at the busiest times and they couldn't do a single out of the routine work at all when there's nothing important going on? Like when you have exams, you have all the time in the world to do Not-so-important stuff. Well you're probably missing "studying", but still you have enough time to watch movies, play games and writing blog posts and what else... sleep.. most importantly sleep... if you know what I mean... Anyways my point is.. I couldn't come around to write a blog post because I didn't have any exams or any other busy work recently.<br />
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I'm reading kids books these days. I got a British Council Library membership for my niece. At a time we can borrow four books with the membership. Notice how I used "we" instead of "she"? She's only 6, so I decided that she can only read 3 books a week. (well, that's my decision and my niece doesn't agree... naturally.. kids..uhhm!! We usually goes to the library on Saturdays and she usually finish reading 'em by Tuesday.. Because of my well planned great decision she spends rest of the week memorizing those 3 books ;) ) Bottom line is... I'm reading a kids book every week from my niece's library membership. when I put it that way... it does sound bad. but... I'm still going to do that next week.</div>
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Plus side of reading kids books is... you enjoy 'em in two different ways. One thing is there's a genuine yet very innocent story you can enjoy without worrying too much. Other enjoyment comes when you remember how much of belief you put on these stories when you were a kid. How you used to think that Nancy Drew is an actual person and how perfect she is (a little too perfect may I add) and how you tried to solve mysteries by yourself but you found none. Then you thought that your neighborhood is totally boring. huh?? brings back so many lovely memories.. doesn't it ? and then you wanted your regular dog to be a super dog like Timothy from The Famous Five? oohhh! Good o'l days ;) This can go on like forever but if you used to read books when you were little you probably know what I'm saying here.</div>
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Anyways tomorrow is the library day! Try reading some kids books for a change. you'll see what I meant. Happy reading everyone!!!</div>
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~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-62429675265320881092010-01-29T06:47:00.000-08:002010-01-29T07:14:10.569-08:00Private and ConfidentialThought to visit my blog after a long time. I couldn't come here because I was not about to die or I was not busy as busy could ever get. I couldn't come because.. actually I don't know why. It is none of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">any one's</span> business to know that either and I don't think you are interested in knowing it as well. Anyway.. I'm here now... to write something.<br />Sometime back, there was a huge scene, cause one blogger posted a chat conversation on her blog. That conversation was very personal and everything. So everybody was so upset and thought that this is something very irresponsible and inappropriate. I thought the same. (It is always good to go with the flow)<br />Anyway... to my own surprise, now I found that it is very fascinating and I thought I should do the same. I thought I also should post a highly private and confidential chat conversation on <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> blog. So here I go...<br /><br /><div class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nadeeshani</span>: </span>he he .. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);">:D</span></div> </div> <div class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Maheshi</span>: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hu</span></div> </div> <div class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nadeeshani</span>: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">narichchi</span></div> </div> <div class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Maheshi</span>: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hiwalichchi</span></div></div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Nadeeshani</span>: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">gembi</span><div class="chat in"> </div> <div class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Maheshi</span>: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">samanalichchi</span></div> </div> <div class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Nadeeshani</span>: </span>he he <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);">:D</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">hawichchi</span></div> </div> <div class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Maheshi</span>: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">mmm</span>...</div> <div class="msg Nth"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ladybirdichchi</span></div> </div> <div class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Nadeeshani</span>: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">kakki</span></div> </div> <div class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Maheshi</span>: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">poosi</span></div> </div> <div class="chat in"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Nadeeshani</span>: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">mainichchi</span></div></div><br />The conversation was suppose to be like full of hate... you know... since we were calling each other names. But <a href="http://www.nadeeshanistar.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Nadeeshani</span> </a>is laughing. Now that's very weird. There is something terribly wrong with her.~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-4281778361441792502009-08-11T10:04:00.000-07:002009-08-21T23:56:31.362-07:00MemoryDespite the fact that I'm writing this on a blog, topic has nothing to do with memory related to computers.<br /><br />I wondered about <span style="font-style: italic;">my </span>memory.<br /><br />When I was very small, I always wondered why all the older people keeps on saying that they don't remember most of the things they did when they were at my age. I thoroughly determined to keep each and every bit of information in my memory, so that one day when I grow up I could tell them, "see, it's not that you remember, it's because you didn't try. I can remember everything when I was small" (quite a challenge huh?? well... I am pretty good cause at least I remember what I determined to do<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">:P</span></span> )<br /><br />Then again this same me thought that people completely forget things over night. (stupid, I know.. but who cares.. I was too young<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">:P</span></span> ) That is because, I lost my brothers' magnet and I anyhow wanted him to sleep, hoping so that in the morning he would remember <span style="font-style: italic;">nothing </span>about the magnet and that he will not even remember the fact that he had a magnet. ( <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">:D</span></span> I know.. I know.. It's way too stupid alright! and also my phenomena didn't actually worked as I planned<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">:(</span> </span>later I had to go through a severe questioning session about it.. conducted by my brother. But I remember, I applied my theory there. Me: "I slept. So how do you expect me to remember anything now huh?" My brother: &#$^*(#&%*<span style="font-size:85%;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">confusion</span>)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">:P</span></span> )<br /><br />Coming back to today, I wondered why I don't remember certain things, which I wanted so badly to forget and but sadly thought I'll remember them for my entire life time. Memories which were <span style="font-style: italic;">only </span>about three years old.<br /><br />About my childhood determination, well, of cause you should know what could have happened. Forget about tiny bits of information, I don't even remember the names of some of my closest friends at that time <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">:P</span></span> (I only remember Nayana, whose name is the easiest)<br /><br />I'm glad cause I now don't remember most of the things which I wanted to forget (I guess so, cause I don't remember). But I wondered why I don't remember things I determined to keep in my memory, not childhood stuff but things which are important and recent. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I am still wondering</span>~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-17752807000636897992009-01-25T20:49:00.000-08:002009-01-25T20:52:02.473-08:00Me and My Mouth!!!Believe me or not... This is a terrible combination!!!~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-68522478810855943422008-08-02T08:51:00.000-07:002008-08-03T11:10:41.717-07:00People can change...I used to think that people never change for good... well I'm pretty much glad to say that today I realized that I'm wrong... What I believed was that even someone change his or her ways and means of living, deviating from bad to good never lasts for a life time... and when life gets bitter and difficult they will come back to their original easy bad life...<br /><br />But, I was wrong... There were people who totally changed into a new leaf and amazingly maintain the goodness within them even on extremely difficult situations. This sounds so hard to do... but if we have the intention of making things best for everyone and if we have the faith on our believes and if we can understand the value of life, then not only changing our lives for good but also making our lives worth living is something... something that we can do for real...<br /><br />P.S : Please ignore the seriousness above... it's.. ummm... it's way tooo serious :(~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-27484640370880591312008-06-04T08:17:00.000-07:002008-06-04T11:25:28.577-07:00Problamatic FUN Time!The best thing about second year exams is the fact that they are over :D<br />As always, appearance of the result sheet is a different story.<br /><br />What do I do now for fun, is the biggest problem I'm facing right now (well... except for the fact that there are bomb <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">explosions</span> and floods everywhere and the fact that my darling DAD is suffering from high fever and the fact that each and every consuming product is getting like incredibly expensive and... <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OK</span>... may be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">that's</span> not my biggest problem) I admit that I had loads and loads of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fantasies</span> in my head before the exams, but two days has passed already but I'm still <em>thinking</em> what I should do now.. how interesting.. :P<br /><br />hope I'll be able to think of something really cool and put it to action in the very near future... :D~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-59659701935076086552008-05-14T05:15:00.000-07:002008-05-14T05:38:37.307-07:00ExaminationA set of questions or exercises testing knowledge or skill<br /><br />What if the person who is forced to do the examination, does not like to be tested? Personally, I do not. do you?~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-22052698345206402702007-12-26T06:25:00.000-08:002007-12-26T06:47:31.401-08:00Day 2 Day LIFE1. Have a <em>kind of untouched</em> coursework waiting to be submitted in three more days.<br /><br />2. It's december... fun time.<br /><br />3. Can hear lots and lots of movie advertisments on TV.<br /><br />4. Download completed 6th episode of Roswell, season 2... still unwatched.<br /><br />5. Borrowed a DVD movie from my one of my office pals... same as Roswell, yet to be watched.<br /><br />6. Boring office work.<br /><br />7. Quit messing around... Go and start on the Coursework NOW..<br /><br />8. bye :)~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-36784677645276344742007-10-08T08:17:00.000-07:002007-10-08T09:02:56.449-07:00Why Is It All Past Tense?You made me feel special<br />You made me feel better<br />I used be your everything<br />but why is it all past tense?<br /><br />You were there when I wanted to cry<br />You were there encouraging me to try<br />I used be your everything<br />but why is it all past <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tense</span>?<br /><br />You took care of me<br />You always protected me<br />I used to be your everything<br />but why is it all past <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tense</span>?<br /><br />You <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">became</span> busy<br />You lost <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">leisure</span> for me<br />Why cant things change<br />as the past used to be...~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-57474399046731438532007-09-18T08:56:00.000-07:002007-09-18T09:43:16.656-07:00When I'm THINKING!!!<div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right">There are moments where we could only imagine.. aren't there? Each n every idea that pops up to our minds, that we imagine is not all realistic... I don't know.. this idea is so complicated.. Complicated situations creates the door to confussion.. o..k... this is getting wierd... I gave up..</div><div align="right"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbEzeQxZ9latSvvWq12ZH5ZTCm8k9HTOmvlc0t1qXDw5UgZZsvKNt9iMZsa5HlIsYFHv9uObW4aiomLvAFQjJlapFPnj6q54JOAfWFS_MarVrej3UoLVni0SwojpJ3J7w0QqKAN0ZQ0WMi/s1600-h/imagination2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111585284649182866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbEzeQxZ9latSvvWq12ZH5ZTCm8k9HTOmvlc0t1qXDw5UgZZsvKNt9iMZsa5HlIsYFHv9uObW4aiomLvAFQjJlapFPnj6q54JOAfWFS_MarVrej3UoLVni0SwojpJ3J7w0QqKAN0ZQ0WMi/s320/imagination2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right">think.. all over again..</div><div align="right"><br /></div><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ryVcDbxgUO2yfeULlMH0_e1qtT24yOw-n7PZmGRlVoCC2MqZQ0nhPkjQlUg7rbWEQu1G_jWYV7yVJcGv8kb7Fh8M-nOjRHsFoZ3YZi9CHmT86_dz50jFY5kIMLiTPOnEPyTt5jHqR8BM/s1600-h/imagination2.jpg"></a></p><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right">here I go.. <em>again</em>..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ryVcDbxgUO2yfeULlMH0_e1qtT24yOw-n7PZmGRlVoCC2MqZQ0nhPkjQlUg7rbWEQu1G_jWYV7yVJcGv8kb7Fh8M-nOjRHsFoZ3YZi9CHmT86_dz50jFY5kIMLiTPOnEPyTt5jHqR8BM/s1600-h/imagination2.jpg"></a></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right">mm.. Universe.. mm.. too complicated to start with... sorry sorry.. back to the track.. </div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right">mm... lets see... ME??.. worst.. even than the <em>Universe... </em></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right">Books... o..k.. here goes my definition... printed words on pieces of papers bound together..? Nah.. Life in a nutshell...? mm.. better... My soul mate?.. WOW.. that sounds simply great... </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />does that only sounds great or is it truely great?...uhh.. this is getting <strong>complicated</strong> again... ohh.. too bad.. gave up.. <em>again</em>~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-84187034502183726502007-09-18T08:36:00.000-07:002007-09-18T08:54:28.957-07:00:) & :(<em>FINALLY</em>.. Done with <em>Harry's</em> <em>wizarding</em> <em>world</em>..<br /><br />It's simply superb... The best outta the 7 incredibly incredibly Superb books.. Thanks JKR.. it's all great except for the fact that it's <em>The End</em> :(<br />Now... M waiting for the movies :D ... my last hope~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-14017030338478354812007-08-05T09:01:00.000-07:002007-08-05T09:05:51.001-07:00WHY?<span style="color:#660000;">Why do people always mistake friendship to romance? </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Why can’t there exist a girl and a boy who has nothing other than true friendship? </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">What is wrong with pure friendship so that it always get misunderstands to Romance? </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Why?</em> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">And why does this always happens to me?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Why can’t I have a best friend without anyone misunderstanding our friendship into something else, just because he is a guy and I’m a girl?</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">Why?</span></em><br /><em><br /></em><span style="color:#660000;">Can anyone answer please?</span>~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-41265524388061801892007-07-07T12:14:00.000-07:002007-07-07T12:17:09.968-07:00I need a friend...I need a friend...<br />I need a friend to trust,<br />A friend I can tell anything to...<br /><br />I need a friend...<br />I need a friend to help me,<br />A friend that will help me throught the worst...<br /><br />I need a friend...<br />I need a friend to cry with,<br />Over the stupid things...<br /><br />I need a friend...<br />A best friend,<br />to stay with me until the very end...<br /><em>A BEST FRIEND to stay with me till the very end...</em>~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-14219226568481297792007-06-23T22:58:00.000-07:002007-06-24T00:23:25.161-07:00WeekendLast few weeks, I hardly figured out that weekends exit, because none of my last few weeks ever end. :) I worked at the office for 5 days, did my studies on the next 2… then next 5 at office… n so on… it didn’t end… isn’t it?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lzhVs3p3pFyiyl78y2R2xnwv7v1W9DmjyDWqrT0sxwA0nYgpjMsrrpNwxN2-gwni8Bv9fXJpefCnSAxrX7ldQkzURq-hWA9CZ9iTEe9LwriOf9-2SSfj5H2UKQoiwDa_k1NFobOtZwNm/s1600-h/weekendbear.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079527485229418290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="161" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lzhVs3p3pFyiyl78y2R2xnwv7v1W9DmjyDWqrT0sxwA0nYgpjMsrrpNwxN2-gwni8Bv9fXJpefCnSAxrX7ldQkzURq-hWA9CZ9iTEe9LwriOf9-2SSfj5H2UKQoiwDa_k1NFobOtZwNm/s320/weekendbear.jpg" width="187" border="0" /></a>Anyway this week I figured out that weekends still exit and I should stay at home on those. :) Life is simply amazing to be at home, Very simple life style. You can wake up at any time you want to (mm… 7 would be the most appropriate for me), get dressed, have breakfast (did I say breakfast… :) ), watch your favorite cartoon on TV, play with your niece (well of course… you’ve got to have a 1 like mine… a sweet 2 year old… play in the sense tease her until her or your mom shouts STOP!!!… :) … you know what… I think she likes to get teased… It’s she, who always starts it…what M doing is dragging her start… :) … ok… back to the list…),do some house hold stuff, hang around with my life partner(that would the computer.), have a nap(partner – niece… well… if the baby is asleep what else would the baby sitter do?... oh god… M so helpless… :( …), bathe, lunch :) , and then starts the boring half of the day… nothing interesting to do… so M back to the life partner… how can the humans survive without a computer?(Addicted?... terrible)… Uhh ohh… how could I ever forget? Reading… Super… must read something in the book shelf… that’ll keep me occupied all the evening.<br /><br />Happy reading myself!!!<br /><br />PS: You need to have some time for yourself... but ONLY... SOMEtime... I don't wonna spend my whole life as weekends for sure... it's boring nuh? Working is FUN sometime... only SOMEtime... It's variation which brings colors to ya life... :)~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3117715447452121826.post-87264307429648588832007-06-22T08:25:00.000-07:002007-06-24T00:27:06.012-07:00Friendship!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ue22qRowtgzKcu0_CUsjlydazeVC2qYoaNZE3S67w2O0VU4SzAdIFCu2yLEvJoJNpuauruv1SDJRHGazqSb_loh54ymxKWeR49NAF8zaUxZ_5EHObxhHXdVZD5AO0UHAbRz7QrnUMt5u/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079528876798822226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ue22qRowtgzKcu0_CUsjlydazeVC2qYoaNZE3S67w2O0VU4SzAdIFCu2yLEvJoJNpuauruv1SDJRHGazqSb_loh54ymxKWeR49NAF8zaUxZ_5EHObxhHXdVZD5AO0UHAbRz7QrnUMt5u/s320/friendship.jpg" width="190" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I was walking alone on the road of <b>life</b>, where there were thousands of other people who walk together, and still walking with me to the same direction as I am. We are all bounded to each other with m<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpu6Aq7ZdpKD-Ptzu7ovNxb5aPDFezJYAvesvcTlGlW36NY98iiywqbrlA3ymR_eRpAyLMJpoxNO0mhVp9t-4o5zUOpzVRufR5Wh3HgrbxsXwor1zKc8aCbWH8kQhBa-aTFJ6vivqT-t4/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"></a>ulticolor ropes. People who walk very close to me taught me at the beginning of the journey that these ropes are called <b>Relationships</b>. They are easily breakable.<br /><br />The journey is very tough. I couldn’t maintain some of my ropes. They broke. It's terrible. They are unfixable!<br /><br />Then... I met you. A Super Friend. I got a destination regarding my Relationship ropes. I wanted to make our friendship rope, <i>THE strongest</i> among all the other ropes. Currently I'm working on it :D<br /><br />Thank you so much for being my best friend!!</div>~Justymagine~http://www.blogger.com/profile/15507852112378957143noreply@blogger.com0