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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There`s no such thing as a "happy belated birthday"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There`s either "happy birthday" ON the birthday&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If people were honest enough they would instead have said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
It was your birthday yesterday/last week/month. I`ve completely forgotten about it because I don`t care enough.&lt;br /&gt;Next year I will:&lt;br /&gt;1. Either set notifications because I clearly would still not remember&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop talking to you to avoid the awkward "I`m sorry I forgot your birthday thing".&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So it`s plain simple. Either you remember people`s birthday and wish them on the day.&lt;br /&gt;
Or you stop giving a damn and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you hail from an HR background you tend to dissect everything that`s going around at your workplace and even about your own job.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Sometimes it`s difficult to decide whether you truly love your job or not. Frankly it`s not just about the perks but the perks form part of the decision. If you had a better office/desk/computer/toilet/kitchen would that make you happier? Or are you more intent on the content of your job, on the quality of responsibility you have or on the attitude of your co-workers?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;And when that moment comes, where you realise that you are happy in your workplace, that you truly love your job, is that feeling some sort of emancipation?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Do you feel comfortable talking about your job, without have to brag or to enhance your importance/responsibilities at your workplace?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;If you do feel comfortable about your job, then you are really happy. But I don`t need to tell you about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Don`t know if you`ve heard about intrinsic satisfaction. It`s a basic concept about satisfaction that comes from the job instead rather than from the benefits derived from the job.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;And intrinsic satisfaction is the best sort of satisfaction ever, take it from me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9021201255607120823-988184614020725328?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/OerOAtgnU28" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/988184614020725328/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/10/about-loving-your-job.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/988184614020725328?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/988184614020725328?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/OerOAtgnU28/about-loving-your-job.html" title="About loving your job" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/10/about-loving-your-job.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYHQnw7fyp7ImA9WhdQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-3196825170490164294</id><published>2011-08-16T21:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T21:02:13.207+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T21:02:13.207+04:00</app:edited><title>Why I never state my stance</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It pisses me to no end when people come out and say stuff like "Hey, I am not against teenage pregnancy" or "I totally support obese people" or "gays are as equal as us".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This pisses me because:&lt;br /&gt;
1. No one asked for your opinion. You are not the almighty decision-maker regarding who should be accepted or not.&lt;br /&gt;
2. If you really thought everyone was equal, you wouldn`t have had to point it out.&lt;br /&gt;
3. If you really thought everyone was equal, you wouldn`t have noticed the difference between Person A and Person B.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What I`m trying to say is just that when we come to the point where we don`t label people and/or refer to them by mentioning their particular characteristic (and pledging that we accept those), that would be the day where everyone would be equal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It`s not about "accepting" others as it`s about living with them or co-existing. You are not asked to understand others or to love them. You are only asked to see them as human beings, not more, not less, just like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-3196825170490164294?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/YAtxApQG-ZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/3196825170490164294/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/08/why-i-never-state-my-stance.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/3196825170490164294?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/3196825170490164294?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/YAtxApQG-ZM/why-i-never-state-my-stance.html" title="Why I never state my stance" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/08/why-i-never-state-my-stance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cHQnc8fyp7ImA9WhdREU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-7776171476912404665</id><published>2011-07-31T20:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:50:33.977+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-31T20:50:33.977+04:00</app:edited><title>Feeling bored?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Feeling bored? Here`s what you can do...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But first, a little blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The internet is a great place to hangout. You`ve got your friends (I don`t, `cause I`m still avoiding them), you`ve got videos, images, articles and I end the list here. But sometimes it happens that you`ve run out of stuff to read, watch or drool upon. Here`s what you can do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. Read comments on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;
There`s nothing as entertaining as a troll-fight on a Youtube video. Someone would troll about, creating havoc by posting "negative comments" and someone else (an unconditional fan of the video poster) would start replying to the troll until this gives rise to fine little entertaining mess. Ooh! I love those. If you don`t know what video to start with, try searching "Rebecca Black", but do it on an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. Read reviews on Ebay&lt;br /&gt;
You know how when you buy something on Ebay you get to review the seller? Well, click on a not-so-top-rated seller on Ebay and read the negative and neutral comments. These tend to be really entertaining, especially when the buyers are angry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. Stalk people&lt;br /&gt;
This one is a classic and I think I should have started with it. But, in my defense, I tend to practise this less now that I`ve got some relatively more important things to do. So yeah, follow some random stranger or far acquaintance`s life on Facebook or whatever social networking dinosaur you`re into. Go through their picture, their friends` pictures until you feel that you`ve known them all your life. This tends to make you feel pathetic. That is, of course, if nothing else made you feel pathetic before.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, so here we go, dudettes and dudes. And have a merry weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-7776171476912404665?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/xtkfUToP7bI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/7776171476912404665/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/07/feeling-bored.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7776171476912404665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7776171476912404665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/xtkfUToP7bI/feeling-bored.html" title="Feeling bored?" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/07/feeling-bored.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAEQngyfip7ImA9WhdSF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-3052234691446756004</id><published>2011-07-27T15:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:05:03.696+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-27T15:05:03.696+04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="makeup" /><title>The Katy Perry "Smurfette" look</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know, I know... A Katy Perry look? WTF? But here`s something I never told you guys: I`m obsessed with makeup lately. Well it`s not just lately. It`s been months now. But anyway, I`ve decided to post the stuff that I make here. `Cause I gotta keep this somewhere right? So here goes: a makeup inspired by Katy Perry`s recent look as the smurfette. I love the colours she`s wearing, though they are not something you`d wear to go anywhere that`s not remotely crazy (does that make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The inspiration photo (from &lt;a href="http://buzznet.com/"&gt;buzznet.com&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y49OvJuonm4/Ti_vP4PZsaI/AAAAAAAAKUs/MHlpNOwiAUA/s1600/katy-perry-smurfette-dress-at-smurfs-premiere-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y49OvJuonm4/Ti_vP4PZsaI/AAAAAAAAKUs/MHlpNOwiAUA/s400/katy-perry-smurfette-dress-at-smurfs-premiere-02.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And my version:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jT6RYJ870W4/Ti_tcvGruUI/AAAAAAAAKUo/sKgXvTDU73s/s1600/DSCF0541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jT6RYJ870W4/Ti_tcvGruUI/AAAAAAAAKUo/sKgXvTDU73s/s320/DSCF0541.JPG" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I made this look a little more "wearable" even though I did not wear this to go anywhere... yet. This look would be awesome with some nude lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Products used:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cobalt blue and light blue eyeshadow from a 120 colours eyeshadow palette. (&lt;a href="http://www.bhcosmetics.com/products/eyes/120-Color-Eyeshadow-Palette-1st-Edition/"&gt;BH cosmetics&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybelline "Emeraude" eye pencil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;L`Oreal lipstick in "Vagabond Mauve"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-3052234691446756004?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/HmlTCnIP4nc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/3052234691446756004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/3052234691446756004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/HmlTCnIP4nc/katy-perry-smurfette-look.html" title="The Katy Perry &quot;Smurfette&quot; look" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y49OvJuonm4/Ti_vP4PZsaI/AAAAAAAAKUs/MHlpNOwiAUA/s72-c/katy-perry-smurfette-dress-at-smurfs-premiere-02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/07/katy-perry-smurfette-look.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCQnwzeSp7ImA9WhdSFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-2207146497257035449</id><published>2011-07-24T16:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:59:23.281+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-24T16:59:23.281+04:00</app:edited><title>A few thoughts...</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ever noticed how "a few thoughts" sounds like "a few farts"? Yeah! My farts exactly! Well, anyway, today I`ve got some free time off my hands and I thought I`d share a few stuff that have been running through my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. Pretentious people are boring.&lt;br /&gt;
Pretentious people are always bragging about something, whether directly or through "complaint-bragging" and that makes them boring. I always prefer people who stand up honestly and say stuff like "I am the most intelligent person of my family/class/town/world". Well, it does sound pretentious but it might be the truth as well. So that makes you just a truth-speaker.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. I avoid social networking sites because I`m avoiding my friends&lt;br /&gt;
I hate hard to maintain friendships. There are always friends who would like to "hear from you" or "meet you" or even "see pictures of your baby/pets". I know that by reading this lots of people would feel bad. But here`s why I don`t care: first, no one ever reads my blog and second if you were a true friend in the first place you`d know how I am. I like my freedom. I like to breathe in a friendship. But one day I`ll invite you over and it`ll be the most amazing friendship (read: booze) moment ever!&lt;br /&gt;
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I`ve got a few other things to write about but I feel that right now this is enough. There`ll be enough time later to bring out the cynicism.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-2207146497257035449?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/F-P7oidJfWs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/2207146497257035449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/07/few-thoughts.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/2207146497257035449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/2207146497257035449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/F-P7oidJfWs/few-thoughts.html" title="A few thoughts..." /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/07/few-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cAQX8zeCp7ImA9WhZWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-5419116366013563269</id><published>2011-05-19T18:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T18:24:00.180+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-19T18:24:00.180+04:00</app:edited><title>There comes a time in life...</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There comes a time in life when you don`t actually have anything in particular to attend to, when the word "urgent" is just some far away concept and when you have got so many time at hand that you don`t actually know where to begin. That kind of moment is freedom, I guess. And sweet freedom I have missed you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I`ll be watching TV, CSI Miami, 'prolly. It`s easier when it`s already going to be on TV. Then I wanna bake some chocolate chip cookies, make a coconut pie for my mum, bake lasagnas and oh! make Prince William`s wedding cake. Kitsch I know! But you gotta admit that &lt;a href="http://www.sprinklebakes.com/2011/04/prince-williams-grooms-cake.html"&gt;this cake&lt;/a&gt; looks awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To start with, things have not changed that much on my side. I`m still a foodie, there`s been lots of chocolates, pizzas and you name it during those past months. I`m still addicted to TV shows, various games and other weird stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I`ve had and I`m still having a pronounced addiction for two new things and those are eye makeups and physical exercises. Oh yeah, I said physical exercises. Well you see, it`s not that bad once you get into it. It`s actually quite relaxing once you get to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-791421555743287381?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/sbrWBX6vNUo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/791421555743287381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/05/and-today.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/791421555743287381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/791421555743287381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/sbrWBX6vNUo/and-today.html" title="And today..." /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2011/05/and-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4DSHY4cSp7ImA9Wx9RGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-8561294538797313296</id><published>2010-12-20T16:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:42:59.839+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-20T16:42:59.839+04:00</app:edited><title>Tis the season</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If ever there`re 2 words that I love unconditionally, it`s gotta be "party supplies". Party supplies convey a feeling of something festive going on, obviously, with the word "party" and of abundance with "supplies". And coincidentally, parties and abundance are other words that I love. I love piles of good stuff ranging from food to decorations. Sometimes I love it when things&amp;nbsp;are overdone. Makes you think that Christmas won`t be Christmas without all the excesses. So I`m gonna be making the most of this year`s Christmas, as usual. I got lots of pastry making coming up during this week. Looking forward to making gingerbread men and a yule log. Oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great Christmas dudettes and dudes and whatever... Haha! `Tis the season for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-8561294538797313296?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/ejdPzkflrn0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/8561294538797313296/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/12/tis-season.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8561294538797313296?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8561294538797313296?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/ejdPzkflrn0/tis-season.html" title="Tis the season" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/S0wrA6KwqpI/AAAAAAAAHZI/_2ugcRcg8NU/s72-c/DSCF8503.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/12/tis-season.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EEQ386cCp7ImA9Wx9TGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-8992160541807895450</id><published>2010-11-28T19:09:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:26:42.118+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-28T20:26:42.118+04:00</app:edited><title>Chocolate Weekend</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/TPJtobUCJPI/AAAAAAAAJ5o/K7mOyKsRvLw/s1600/chocolate%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/TPJtobUCJPI/AAAAAAAAJ5o/K7mOyKsRvLw/s1600/chocolate%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am currently flipping through this wonderful chocolate cookbook called, brace yourselves for it: "Chocolate!". And I must say that it is exquisite. This book depicts chocolate in its very best aspects; sensual with the silken chocolate cheesecake, warm with some chocolate drinks and sometimes, even vulgar with the very decadent brownie pudding cake. But that`s the thing with chocolate, it reaches us at every level of our moods with its decadence or sophistication. My sister lent me this book this weekend, which she got from her boyfriend, in a somewhat unconcealed attempt to lure me into baking something for them. But really, I don`t need much pressuring for baking, especially when it comes to chocolate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-8992160541807895450?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/iog5l6PgbqY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/8992160541807895450/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/11/chocolate-weekend.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8992160541807895450?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8992160541807895450?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/iog5l6PgbqY/chocolate-weekend.html" title="Chocolate Weekend" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/TPJtobUCJPI/AAAAAAAAJ5o/K7mOyKsRvLw/s72-c/chocolate%2521.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/11/chocolate-weekend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUARHg6eip7ImA9Wx9TGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-7890664368557849775</id><published>2010-11-27T11:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T11:34:05.612+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-27T11:34:05.612+04:00</app:edited><title>Fusion...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Call me harsh but I despise it when restaurants decide to go for several cuisines in a single menu. In Mauritius that seems to be the case for many restaurants. They would propose "Thai" food, followed by "Italian" food and then some "Mauritian" recipes and guess what? None of the recipes have any authentic taste. It`s neither Thai, nor Italian and sometimes not even Mauritian. The food is just some wild interpretation of those cuisines made by someone who, I am guessing, has not even had a proper taste of authentic Thai or Italian or any other foreign cuisine. And they call that fusion food. Ooh! I shiver thinking about fusion food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now you see, fusion food is not a bad concept in itself. I don`t know if you`ll agree with me, but we do that all the time at home. I sometimes add curry leaves to my spaghettis or soy sauce to an oriental recipe. Examples like that are varied and they depend from person to person. People have got their own interpretation of classic recipes and no one is judging them, except when they decide to make money out of it. Then, I`m the first one to be judging them harshly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, if fusion food is really well done, it is comparable to a fantastic culinary voyage into novel and peculiar tastes and flavours. And if it is badly done, then, to put it plainly, it is crappy. And I don`t want to pay for crappy food. I don`t want anyone else for that matter to pay for &amp;nbsp;crappy food and to be misled into thinking that Thai or Italian or Indian food is crappy just because they tried it at the wrong place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-7890664368557849775?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/-bNoUr9vUdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/7890664368557849775/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/11/fusion.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7890664368557849775?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7890664368557849775?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/-bNoUr9vUdI/fusion.html" title="Fusion..." /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/11/fusion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQBSH48fSp7ImA9Wx5UGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-2829208433237660192</id><published>2010-10-24T18:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:25:59.075+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-24T18:25:59.075+04:00</app:edited><title>Criticism</title><content type="html">You know how everyone tells you that you should accept criticisms and work on them... And you know how deep down, perhaps reluctantly, you nevertheless accept it and work on it, to improve, to be a better person. To be a person who listens to others and who is committed to self-improvement.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, there are certain days when I`ve totally off. When all I think about is myself. When I hear people`s advice, opinions and suggestions and just think "Screw them!". Those moments are totally blissful but I guess they are not recommended often when you are in HR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-2829208433237660192?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/pHE9rCkgfBw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/2829208433237660192/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/10/criticism.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/2829208433237660192?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/2829208433237660192?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/pHE9rCkgfBw/criticism.html" title="Criticism" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/10/criticism.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQFSX0-eSp7ImA9Wx5TE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-7498243032141818428</id><published>2010-07-28T19:53:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:08:38.351+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T20:08:38.351+04:00</app:edited><title>Kindle me up</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the story goes thus: I got the Amazon Kindle some weeks back, I can`t remember exactly and ever since I got it I`ve been reading. Cause that`s what you`re supposed to be doing with a Kindle I suppose. I was so caught up with my reading that I did not give a damn about writing a blog post to tell you guys about how cool the Kindle is. So yesterday my boyfriend, a guy named Jevin told me to write something up and here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/TFBUvOutRII/AAAAAAAAJzo/pVRAfBkvaxk/s1600/DSCF9240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/TFBUvOutRII/AAAAAAAAJzo/pVRAfBkvaxk/s320/DSCF9240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well the Kindle is cool if you`re a bookworm, if not, then you would certainly look down on it as a useless tool. I am a bookworm and ever since I got the Kindle it seems that it is accompanying me everywhere, except, of course, to the loo. Even if I was taking it to the loo I wouldn`t be telling you about it, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, so, well the Kindle is accompanying me everywhere. Even today as I was having lunch all alone `cause my colleague and partner in crime was out for a conference, I was reading the Kindle, a wonderful novel my Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, if you want to know. I wouldn`t tell you where I got the books though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/TFBV6bu0dqI/AAAAAAAAJzw/LmJ39eN0Q30/s1600/DSCF9241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/TFBV6bu0dqI/AAAAAAAAJzw/LmJ39eN0Q30/s320/DSCF9241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, anyway, all those&amp;nbsp;blabbering&amp;nbsp;to let you know that the Kindle is awesome, that I took a day off the day I got it to be able to read all day long, that its cheap and that the battery life is a miracle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you happen to have one, you`re a lucky bastard. If you want one, go for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and by the way I got the orange cover. Cool, ain`t it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-7498243032141818428?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/mX5yXsDAFo8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/7498243032141818428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/07/kindle-me-up.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7498243032141818428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7498243032141818428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/mX5yXsDAFo8/kindle-me-up.html" title="Kindle me up" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/TFBUvOutRII/AAAAAAAAJzo/pVRAfBkvaxk/s72-c/DSCF9240.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/07/kindle-me-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQnw-fSp7ImA9WxFUGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-8804706791083075466</id><published>2010-07-01T19:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:58:03.255+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-01T19:58:03.255+04:00</app:edited><title>2 damned hours!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It`s amazing how leaving work 2 hours earlier than usual can be revitalizing. I mean I don`t ever accomplish anything groundbreaking during the last 2 hours of my day so I might as well call it a day and leave early. Usually the last 2 hours of the day are spent chatting with colleagues, pondering on upcoming HR policies which we all know won`t ever be applied and most importantly, having tea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Granted today was a special circumstance. Something pressing. One of those events when people insist that you go home 2 hours earlier. But that kind of circumstance won`t be repeated in the near future. But I`m just saying, I`m more productive when I leave home 2 hours earlier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rawiriblundell.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/dilbert2030527051206.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://www.rawiriblundell.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/dilbert2030527051206.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9021201255607120823-8804706791083075466?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/pIXwivJqiCY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/8804706791083075466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/07/2-damned-hours.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8804706791083075466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8804706791083075466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/pIXwivJqiCY/2-damned-hours.html" title="2 damned hours!" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/07/2-damned-hours.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUDRX46cCp7ImA9WxFXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-2429608242947552243</id><published>2010-05-26T21:12:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:17:54.018+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-26T21:17:54.018+04:00</app:edited><title>So where was I?</title><content type="html">Yeah, so where was I? Minutes, days and months elapse so quickly. Yeah they do, especially when a thousand thing is&amp;nbsp;occurring&amp;nbsp;about you. There's work and there were the exams, which ended today, at last!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is cool! It's the typical Dilbert thing (with Catbert, the evil HR), except that I'm the Catbert in this case. At first I was tender at heart. It's hard to call people for interviews and not giving them the job, it's hard to hear the hope in their voice when they believe there's a possibility, it's hard to see them signing a contract which unfortunately does not match their expectations. But well, it took some time for me to toughen up and adopt a holistic way of thinking instead of considering cases by cases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/80000/9000/000/89037/89037.strip.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="122" src="http://dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/80000/9000/000/89037/89037.strip.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, the good thing is that we`re adopting new HR policies that would soon make everyone`s life better, including mine. So that would soon be a win-win.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-2429608242947552243?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/7TdOjgtKGL4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/2429608242947552243/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/05/so-where-was-i.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/2429608242947552243?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/2429608242947552243?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/7TdOjgtKGL4/so-where-was-i.html" title="So where was I?" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/05/so-where-was-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIGQnY9eyp7ImA9WxBaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-6897276343112447701</id><published>2010-03-30T17:20:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:15:23.863+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-30T18:15:23.863+04:00</app:edited><title>Here we go again - Bloggers' Meeting V3</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dudettes and dudes, the time has come once again where we've got to leave aside our desks or laps or palms or all of them (OK you got it) to get together in our usual informal way for a Bloggers' and Tweeps' Meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tentatively, the venue of the next meeting has been set at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Phoenix Les Halles on Saturday the 3rd of April at noon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's not official yet because it depends on you guys' responses and availability. So we expect your feedbacks regarding the date and venue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;There'll be 3 free places for anyone wishing to ride with Jev and I from the North to Phoenix and back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;You can read more about the previous event on &lt;a href="http://www.yashvinblogs.com/2nd-bloggers-event/"&gt;Yashvin's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, are you people in for the event?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-6897276343112447701?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/xSRFYYaPMjw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/6897276343112447701/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/03/here-we-go-again-bloggers-meeting-v3.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/6897276343112447701?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/6897276343112447701?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/xSRFYYaPMjw/here-we-go-again-bloggers-meeting-v3.html" title="Here we go again - Bloggers' Meeting V3" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/03/here-we-go-again-bloggers-meeting-v3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QARHY5cSp7ImA9WxBbFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-5111485604421189503</id><published>2010-03-14T20:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:49:05.829+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-14T20:49:05.829+04:00</app:edited><title>Are you an equal opportunity friend?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't really been up to blogging lately. There've been lots of stuff going on. I went through the HRDC training sessions and came out of it full of knowledge and backaches. All in all, it was an interesting experience. The long weekend helped me recover totally from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about the long weekend, on Friday 12th we celebrated our country's Independence day. I spent mine with Jev at Choisy with Mauritian foods and drinks. And on that day I got to know something great about him, that he is a patriot. You see, I am a patriot too but I guess that those are the things that we don't really say out loud. It's kind of hard to start a conversation with "Hey honey I'm a patriot! Did you know that? What about you?". And so we ended up not saying this to each other. But it was on Friday when he was buying flags and quadri-coloured ribbons that I actually got to know this aspect of him. And so it was while we were hanging out in the car watching people making the most of their day at the beach that we talked about what the independence day means to us. This brought me to comment on Eski's Independence Day ad campaign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our "national lemonade" brand has plastered billboards all over the country showing hands of people from explicitly different races and religions doing friendly gestures. All this is fine and I'm sure many of us are already befriending people irrespective of religion or other differences that society has created, except that it feels wrong and quite&amp;nbsp;hypocrite&amp;nbsp;when you actually show people doing it in advertisements.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taking my own example, my friends are varied, in a lot of aspects but I'm not about to pronounce myself as an equal opportunity friend. Friendship just happens, it does not happen because of the colour of someone or his/her religion. It just happens because something clicks. It did not occur to me that "Hey Deborah we are so different, let's be friends because I have to befriend someone from your religion." It just happened that Deborah is a foodie and so am I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I thought why not show real friendship? Friendship as it really is? Sometimes it would be with people from the same religion or caste as you are and sometimes it would be people from completely different religions. Because friendship happens with the people and not with the religions or races. The sooner we overcome the religion, caste and race barrier, the closer we would be to the actual state of equal opportunity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9021201255607120823-5111485604421189503?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/T3RABccNpr0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/5111485604421189503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/03/are-you-equal-opportunity-friend.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/5111485604421189503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/5111485604421189503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/T3RABccNpr0/are-you-equal-opportunity-friend.html" title="Are you an equal opportunity friend?" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/03/are-you-equal-opportunity-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUAR3c7eSp7ImA9WxBVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-3630809671466667005</id><published>2010-02-21T18:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:40:46.901+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-21T18:40:46.901+04:00</app:edited><title>It's all about certificates.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it, I absolutely despise it, when the only motivation that people have for following a course or training session is the certificate. There's no harm in wanting a certificate. It is an additional garnish to your CV. But that is certainly not all. What about the experience? The knowledge acquired? Your own personal development? The certificate won't prove that you just became more efficient, it's how you apply the knowledge that will do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bangitout.com/photosb/thumbs/lrg-1973-25dilbert2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.bangitout.com/photosb/thumbs/lrg-1973-25dilbert2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember when Gmauritius was going to be held? I'm sure some of you must have heard people asking about certificates. 'Cause it seems that they would not be able to learn much from Google, so they might just have a certificate to prove they were there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just last week when some buddies were talking about a training that the HRDC would be offering, some people dared ask about whether we're gonna have a certificate. I'm sure they did not register for the training because we don't know as of yet whether there will really be certificates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forget about the certificates dudettes and dudes, make the most of the experiences...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-3630809671466667005?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/ufW65mEJInk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/3630809671466667005/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/its-all-about-certificates.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/3630809671466667005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/3630809671466667005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/ufW65mEJInk/its-all-about-certificates.html" title="It's all about certificates." /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/its-all-about-certificates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MQX4-fip7ImA9WxBVFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-1270677969562251716</id><published>2010-02-18T20:03:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:03:00.056+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-18T20:03:00.056+04:00</app:edited><title>Hope...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope is great! It sometimes makes some stuff happen. But not every time, and certainly not for people who sit around wishing for hope to set every situation right. I'm just telling you that sometimes when everyone calls something a loss, hope can bust in and suddenly everything is doing great all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pupillageandhowtogetit.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dilbert.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=265" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://pupillageandhowtogetit.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/dilbert.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never always been a partisan of hope but I've often been a positive person. I'm saying "often" here because sometimes some situations make it difficult to adopt a positive approach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I like to think that good things come to those who deserve it. Despite being called a cynic by people around me, deep down I can be a hope freak. Just &lt;a href="http://anonymous.keepmetal.com/2010/02/tiresome-valentines-day.html"&gt;last Sunday&lt;/a&gt; when Jevin told me matter-of-factly that our printer would never work again, I told him it would. I told him there's hope and he silently acquiesced, perhaps because he did not want to hurt me. To cut the story short, the printer worked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it was bound to work but I feel great to have kept my hopes high and not losing faith in the printer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are several more instances when I did not lose hope and good consequences prevailed; for my academic results, when my dogs got very sick and the list is long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might be called a fool for believing in hope but well... I like the little mystical element that hope brings in one's life...&lt;br /&gt;
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So dudettes and dudes, do you usually keep your hopes high or are you more likely to lose hope in tricky situations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-1270677969562251716?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/-7607GI0sVs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/1270677969562251716/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/hope.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/1270677969562251716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/1270677969562251716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/-7607GI0sVs/hope.html" title="Hope..." /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/hope.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFQXo5eip7ImA9WxBVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-1529860576414480026</id><published>2010-02-13T22:02:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:20:10.422+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-13T22:20:10.422+04:00</app:edited><title>Valentine's Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/8213/image002xx2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/8213/image002xx2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Valentine's Day is crap. The sooner people learn this, the better it would be for all of us. And maybe, and I say maybe, in a decade or a few years, if we're lucky enough, everyone will forget about valentines and we'll see the end of that torturing "special" day. And that's coming from someone who's been in a serious relationship for a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are so many stuff that annoy me to no limit about this day but I'll go with the most annoying ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. The plush toys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First, those things are freaky. What kind of psycho would want to sleep with a plump thing that keeps its eyes open and constantly wears a stupid smile? And second, they give me allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. The fake flowers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fake flowers should be banned. They cause allergies with all the dust and crap that they attract and are horrible to the touch and smell. I wonder why in all those years of technological advancement no one has ever thought of making a fake but realistic flower for Valentine's Day. It's because no one cares. This day is not important. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. The mushy couples.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah it's awesome to proudly hang out on Valentine's Day with your fake flower and plush toy, looking like a total idiot who's just got some kind of trophy. Except that in a few weeks the gifts won't mean big deal. You might even forget the name of the person who gave it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But if you really wanna celebrate the day, for an absolutely crazy reason, do it originally and as inconspicuously as possible. For instance,&amp;nbsp;I'll be making him a dessert tomorrow. Crap, it's not inconspicuous anymore! Oh well! I know you don't care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy "special" day anyway dudettes and dudes...&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/9021201255607120823-1529860576414480026?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/bi_HUvwH29I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/1529860576414480026/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/1529860576414480026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/1529860576414480026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/bi_HUvwH29I/valentines-day.html" title="Valentine's Day" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMHQH8-cSp7ImA9WxBWGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-6504710782779815057</id><published>2010-02-11T11:14:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:47:11.159+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-11T11:47:11.159+04:00</app:edited><title>Babies are over-rated.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll never understand some people's obsession with babies. I know babies are so cute that they make your heart melt and bring you so much happiness, but that's only when the baby's not yours or when they're on pictures. It's great to take care of a baby for 5 minutes or 15 minutes maximum when the mom's busy. But it's so much greater when the 15 minutes are over and you can actually sigh and thank god the baby's not yours.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those who would not want to have a baby one of these days. Come to think of it, babies are definitely in my future plans, just like education and a job were. Babies are a necessity, you know, to have a family and to have someone to whom I could narrate my life, just like my mum does with me. I've even thought of their names; I intend to have one called Jade and one called Jake, if ever there's 2 of them. That's to show how much I could want to have kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But my point is, people should not be&amp;nbsp;obsessed&amp;nbsp;with babies. They should instead think of the baby stage as the phase where they will be having sleepless nights, mood swings, a bare minimum sexual life and all other complex situations that follow. The only positive point about the baby phase is the pictures of that devilishly cute creature you will be sending to your relatives. People will say that they envy your life as a new mom but you'll know that's utter crap. But since your memory's quite short term and since you love your kid, after 4 or 5 years you will be forgetting all about the baby's tantrum and will concentrate more on telling your kid how cute and undemanding he/she was as a baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, for me, the best years of child rearing are when the kid's grown enough to use words to communicate with you, that's around 18. Ok, I'm kidding. Let's say that as from 6 they would start to express themselves clearly and would start going to school so they could make you proud of all the efforts you've put in to make them become who they are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the hard side, I know I'll be a good mom. That's cause I'll be applying HR principles to the rearing of my children. You know, motivation theories, leadership styles, commitment to the organisation (family in this case), remuneration and rewards, everyone of those would play a crucial role. You gotta use your education one of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the soft side, I'll be the caring and sometimes overprotective mom who'll be baking pies and cookies and spending some awesome time with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, dudettes and dudes, I can wait to have kids of my own in some years but I'm not naive enough to happily look forward to the pre-school phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-6504710782779815057?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/huYlqaswu9k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/6504710782779815057/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/babies-are-over-rated.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/6504710782779815057?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/6504710782779815057?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/huYlqaswu9k/babies-are-over-rated.html" title="Babies are over-rated." /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/S3O19kT6QfI/AAAAAAAAJE4/3jnyUbGggVs/s72-c/nonsense.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/babies-are-over-rated.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUNRXY9fyp7ImA9WxBWF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-5540077046617439854</id><published>2010-02-09T19:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:11:34.867+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-09T19:11:34.867+04:00</app:edited><title>And money ruins it all...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey dudettes and dudes! So it's the festive period of Maha Shivaratree yet again and on Sunday I went to Grand Bassin. Don't you feel like this festival comes a bit too often? I do! And so, I wore a churidar just to blend into the crowd at Grand Bassin but I found that it was not enough. It seems that some women are fond of wearing make-up while praying in the rain. But I'm not judging. Who am I to judge, anyway? I'm just that chick who likes to boast about not having to wear make-up to look good (yup I said it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/S3F3QCDABKI/AAAAAAAAJEw/iviSNZJuxns/s1600/DSCF8714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/S3F3QCDABKI/AAAAAAAAJEw/iviSNZJuxns/s400/DSCF8714.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway, while my father was praying and donating money to anyone who was asking for it, Jev and I were laughing at people while at the same time looking for his parents. It was one hell of a trip to Grand Bassin, quite unusual but I'd for once say that it was worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So if you're planning to take a trip to Grand Bassin you should be considering:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bringing along any protection from the rain that you own, umbrellas, raincoats, nothing would be too much.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Laying your hand on bael leaves or you'll have to pay for it. (Yeah religion is a business, especially during this time of the year).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having a decent amount of cash in hand, especially if you're of the soft-hearted type since you'll be having at least 25 donation requests from the moment that you leave your vehicle to the time that you get back to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But all in all, and even though I tend to sound sceptical, I like the spirit of this festival. The pilgrimage, the long hours of prayer, the fasting and the colours. I just wished that people would not spoil it by trying to make money out of it. Is that too much to ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-5540077046617439854?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/daiO4EfXxbs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/5540077046617439854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/and-money-ruins-it-all.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/5540077046617439854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/5540077046617439854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/daiO4EfXxbs/and-money-ruins-it-all.html" title="And money ruins it all..." /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/S3F0pgyyMRI/AAAAAAAAJEM/rK51mrk6Ei8/s72-c/DSCF8721.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/and-money-ruins-it-all.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIFSX84eCp7ImA9WxBWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-7197939595908261732</id><published>2010-02-05T19:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:25:18.130+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-05T19:25:18.130+04:00</app:edited><title>That hand in the sky</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/S2v0sVDUCeI/AAAAAAAAJB8/Dp-CgikfqlU/s1600/DSCF8645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/S2v0sVDUCeI/AAAAAAAAJB8/Dp-CgikfqlU/s400/DSCF8645.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Freaky, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-7197939595908261732?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/Tm-jiDbFu24" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/7197939595908261732/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/that-hand-in-sky.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7197939595908261732?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7197939595908261732?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/Tm-jiDbFu24/that-hand-in-sky.html" title="That hand in the sky" /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/S2v0sVDUCeI/AAAAAAAAJB8/Dp-CgikfqlU/s72-c/DSCF8645.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/that-hand-in-sky.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4FQXkyfyp7ImA9WxBWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-4550482257829529455</id><published>2010-02-02T20:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:08:30.797+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-02T20:08:30.797+04:00</app:edited><title>In February I will be...</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;February has got to be the month baby! I know I tend to be optimistic for almost every month of every damned year but this time dudettes and dudes, I mean it. I plan to have some awful fun in February even with the various non-fun stuff (in the form of tests and assignments to submit) that will occur this month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So in February I plan to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. Throw a beach party with my buddies, we've got some stuff to celebrate together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;2. Have a&amp;nbsp;bad-ass&amp;nbsp;valentine's day with Jev and that won't include romantic craps. But I hope that it includes some chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;3. Celebrate my birthday. Yeah I'll be filling you guys to the brim with this. It's gotta be the first time in years that I'm so excited about a birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;4. Change my template totally as in going for a completely new one after sticking with this new one for 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&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/9021201255607120823-4550482257829529455?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/huFuKEcPyeM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/4550482257829529455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/in-february-i-will-be.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/4550482257829529455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/4550482257829529455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/huFuKEcPyeM/in-february-i-will-be.html" title="In February I will be..." /><author><name>morinn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SlIJWIT5a7I/AAAAAAAAFlw/IAgm599D6aM/S220/DSCF5626.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/02/in-february-i-will-be.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFQnY9eip7ImA9WxBXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-4489755976215399903</id><published>2010-01-30T17:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:43:33.862+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-30T17:43:33.862+04:00</app:edited><title>And in the evening... motherfucker.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is one of the rare Saturdays where I'll be totally free. No damn classes to attend thanks to the public holiday. Along with my sister, Jev and I took Missy, the new puppy, to the vet. She is now two and a half months old and her next visit is due in one month. We then took Missy to Super U, Grand Bay where she enjoyed being the centre of attention of passer-bys who, unsurprisingly, found her totally cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I then lunched (at 4 p.m!) and the meal consisted of the traditional Cavadee food. That was deliciously spicy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight Jev and I are going to see Florence Foresti's one-women show, which goes by the name of Motherfucker (yup!) at Pailles. I love that woman and I'm totally looking forward to the great laugh. The show is supposed to consist of short plays which&amp;nbsp;humorously depict the situation of mothers. I just can't wait to see that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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