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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMR3Y9eCp7ImA9Wx5TFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823</id><updated>2010-07-30T23:19:46.860+04:00</updated><title>Morinn Buzz</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>382</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/morinn" /><feedburner:info uri="morinn" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>morinn</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><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;
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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="3 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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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>3</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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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;Ck4NQnY-cCp7ImA9WxFUFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-6498315956573805442</id><published>2010-06-25T19:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:49:53.858+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-25T19:49:53.858+04:00</app:edited><title>Are the planned ones the best?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd so the plans have been made. The people have been contacted and the excitement is being felt. We are going fishing on Sunday. That`ll be one damn Sunday in the East of the island, with the sun, the breeze and fishing rod or canes, I don`t know yet. There`ll be food and drinks and friends. Just the thing I need after all these weeks of strong and hard work.&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;Working 6 days a week sure takes its toll on me and I need some serious vacations!&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.dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/60000/9000/200/69227/69227.strip.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://www.dilbert.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/000000/60000/9000/200/69227/69227.strip.gif" width="400" /&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;So long dudettes and dudes, I`m off to watch a horror movie, that`s another one rare pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-6498315956573805442?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/xTCeZo3YK2o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/6498315956573805442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/06/are-planned-ones-best.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/6498315956573805442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/6498315956573805442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/xTCeZo3YK2o/are-planned-ones-best.html" title="Are the planned ones the best?" /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/06/are-planned-ones-best.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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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="8 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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><thr:total>8</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="11 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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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>11</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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs215.snc1/8233_141314948931_552913931_2776414_7217054_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs215.snc1/8233_141314948931_552913931_2776414_7217054_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></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;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.florenceforesti.com/images/affiche2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.florenceforesti.com/images/affiche2.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost 6 pm and I gotta rush and get ready... Wooh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Picture source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.florenceforesti.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;www.florenceforesti.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-4489755976215399903?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/MCtKwcJ4vvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/4489755976215399903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/01/and-in-evening-motherfucker.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/4489755976215399903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/4489755976215399903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/MCtKwcJ4vvw/and-in-evening-motherfucker.html" title="And in the evening... motherfucker." /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/01/and-in-evening-motherfucker.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYHRXc6fSp7ImA9WxBXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-967209936138608625</id><published>2010-01-28T09:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:38:54.915+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-28T09:38:54.915+04:00</app:edited><title>It's hard to be a couch potato</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh crap! This had to happen just on my day off! I had decided to indulge into some couch-potato-ing today and just when I turned the TV on, the screen was all black except for a little red cube. It seems that MC Vision is having a generalised technical issue since 11 pm last night, as per what the customer care person told me. The problem will be solved by mid-day but I know the chances of that happening are very loose.&lt;br /&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 I'm gonna dump my couch-potato plans and focus on revising instead, which was plan B. That's an evil plan concocted by the universe to prevent me from being a lazy ass, I'm damn sure!&lt;br /&gt;
&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'm off to dig out my notes dudettes and dudes. I'll leave you guys with this song, &lt;i&gt;What It Is&lt;/i&gt; by Mark Knopfler. This song has got to be my crush of this month.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so days go by... I'm caught up with several non-fun hassles that come my way. But there is one gleaming, shining event I'm looking forward to and that is my birthday. It's not the prospect of growing older that's exhilarating me, it's rather the idea of being able to (at last!) eat a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Call me a control freak, but I like to plan my birthday party myself. I don't really rely on surprises for that event. And I like to assign a theme to my birthdays. In 2007 it was pink and green, in 2008 it was orange, in 2009 it was Maha Shivaratree (yup!) and this year it's gonna be a white birthday!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm having a crush on white parties because they're usually very simple and very very elegant.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the birthday cake I'm thinking of making something like these:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/eF/White-cake-ENTERT0505-de.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/eF/White-cake-ENTERT0505-de.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/White-cake-silver-candles-HTOURS1205-de.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/White-cake-silver-candles-HTOURS1205-de.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/eF/White-cake-ENTERT0505-de.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/eF/White-cake-ENTERT0505-de.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So elegant, aren't they? I'd even say sexy! Ooh! I just can't wait to bake that cake!&lt;br /&gt;
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Image sources: &lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/"&gt;Country Living&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-4980104711949568584?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/UmOLNhfSRO4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/4980104711949568584/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/01/its-all-about-cakes.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/4980104711949568584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/4980104711949568584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/UmOLNhfSRO4/its-all-about-cakes.html" title="It's all about cakes" /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/01/its-all-about-cakes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AFQHs-fCp7ImA9WxBQFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-153268822902141680</id><published>2010-01-16T20:30:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:35:11.554+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-16T20:35:11.554+04:00</app:edited><title>Tagged</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You gotta be kidding me! I just spent about 15 minutes deleting emails from people who've got nothing better to do on a Saturday save for tagging photos on Facebook and commenting on them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really don't mind being tagged in a picture in which I am really present (read: a picture of me attending an event or something like that) but it really ruins the whole concept of tagging pictures when some people decide to associate your name with random cartoons or flowers or anything else that sounds like fun to them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What bothers me more is when the thing or cartoon character to which my name is associated, represents everything that I am not. Today I got tagged as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waylon_Smithers"&gt;Waylon Smithers&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in a Simpsons' cartoon character picture. I don't know whether I'm missing something obvious about myself, but as much as I tried I really could not identify myself to Smithers (one of Marge's sisters would have been great!).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs165.snc3/19250_1323732815170_1286358569_30913015_4043071_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs165.snc3/19250_1323732815170_1286358569_30913015_4043071_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a retaliation, I did the mildly rebellious act of "untagging" myself from the photos. At the very least I won't be receiving those new comments notification emails.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In case you're wondering, I'm not turning off the feature about allowing people to tag me in pictures because I happen to be tagged regularly for real events. It would be quite rude to turn that off.&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/9021201255607120823-153268822902141680?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/zI779co0yz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/153268822902141680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/01/tagged.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/153268822902141680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/153268822902141680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/zI779co0yz8/tagged.html" title="Tagged" /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/01/tagged.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBQHs5eSp7ImA9WxBRF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-2339940633987029527</id><published>2010-01-06T16:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:24:11.521+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-06T16:24:11.521+04:00</app:edited><title>2010 and plans...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey dudettes and dudes! How are things doing? Stuff are going on great around me. Of course, I've had too much food in the past 2 weeks of celebration but I'm not gonna complain, I've enjoyed each and every meal!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is my mum's birthday, on the 2nd of Jan it was my dad's. After today's celebration, I've decided to press the pause button on the mirth and merriment. Gotta reserve some for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah the rest of the year! It sure announces itself as being hectic and stressful but I'm not flinching. No resolutions taken this year, I've only got plans... Plans function better than resolutions if you ask me. They are more realistic and so I'm off to plan my... plans!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care dudettes and dudes and have a wonderful 2010!&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/9021201255607120823-2339940633987029527?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/NucsvWPdkgc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/2339940633987029527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/01/2010-and-plans.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/2339940633987029527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/2339940633987029527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/NucsvWPdkgc/2010-and-plans.html" title="2010 and plans..." /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2010/01/2010-and-plans.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DSHwzfyp7ImA9WxBSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-4989655178217418779</id><published>2009-12-23T12:21:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:29:39.287+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-23T12:29:39.287+04:00</app:edited><title>Merry Christmas people!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So dudettes and dudes, we've reached the 23rd of December. Today is cookie-baking day and I'm making chocolate chip cookies and napolitaines because my parents hate chocolate chip cookies. I know, I was shocked when I got to know that they both hate chocolate chip cookies too. How can anyone ever hate that?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'll be spending the afternoon baking then going out for dinner and shopping tonight with Jev. Tomorrow will be hectic what with the pre-Christmas lunch and dinner and all the gift wrapping and unwrapping, decorating and re-decorating. You know how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our Christmas tree is still a naked green thing for now. I took out all the Christmas decoration boxes but then I haven't yet felt the Christmas spirit overcome me. Hope that it overcomes me soon enough or the decorations will be spending Christmas in their boxes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took Missy to the vet on Monday. The guy says she's doing great except for a few bruises and a fur problem she's acquired during her time spent as a wild puppy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SzHLH4aNEPI/AAAAAAAAHVk/K_4lFf-TZRU/s1600/DSCF8435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SzHLH4aNEPI/AAAAAAAAHVk/K_4lFf-TZRU/s320/DSCF8435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So dudettes and dudes, I was supposed to wish you all a merry Christmas 'cause I know I won't be able to tomorrow probably. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be happy people and binge eat 'cause Christmas is a good excuse for that, don't feel guilty about the gifts you're giving to people, (this year I'm offering pickles, cookies and flowers as gifts, you couldn't have done worst that me), be around the people that you love 'cause that's what Christmas is all about, (at least in my books it is) and then have yourselves a merry little Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would have loved to say "I love you all" but I know you'll hate my unexpected display of affection but then heck, I LOVE YOU ALL! Haha! Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ooh, I'm feeling the spirit now. Gotta go people! A Christmas tree is awaiting me.&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/9021201255607120823-4989655178217418779?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/o1R-AmkA-KM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/4989655178217418779/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-people.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/4989655178217418779?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/4989655178217418779?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/o1R-AmkA-KM/merry-christmas-people.html" title="Merry Christmas people!" /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SzHTxhNeYcI/AAAAAAAAHWg/NX9lNrlCixA/s72-c/DSCF8314.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-people.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNSXg9cSp7ImA9WxBSEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-7971682774639724638</id><published>2009-12-18T21:35:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:31:38.669+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-19T15:31:38.669+04:00</app:edited><title>And the weekend comes...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jev is away for the weekend with his friends. I think the two of us would make the most of those days spent away from each other. I have planned to read Twilight, yup Twilight. I've kept the book waiting for too long. I'm not really looking forward to it but I can't ever leave a book unfinished. There'll be this feeling of something I might be missing that'll keep hunting me. About Twilight, I don't think I'll be missing much but yet I gotta finish the book and this weekend is the perfect time for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was supposed to go to Ile aux Cerfs with my HR buddies&amp;nbsp;tomorrow but I'm not feeling like it. I gotta look after Missy and one of my good friends is not coming. It won't be quite the same without her...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, yesterday we tried to go to Nando's but guess what? There was a huge crowd of people who did the exact same thing. So we ended up grabbing a sandwich at Shoprite and having dinner at Riche-Terre instead of joining the queue.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/Syy5dLrUMlI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/RmIGaKvnNEw/s1600-h/nandoscrowd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/Syy5dLrUMlI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/RmIGaKvnNEw/s320/nandoscrowd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/Syy5jI7uR3I/AAAAAAAAHUY/ou5pdvuDdNw/s1600-h/nandoschicken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/Syy5jI7uR3I/AAAAAAAAHUY/ou5pdvuDdNw/s320/nandoschicken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The freaky Nando's mascot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone of you dudettes and dudes has been to Nando's yet?&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/9021201255607120823-7971682774639724638?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/UQBIgTah7_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/7971682774639724638/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/and-weekend-comes.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7971682774639724638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7971682774639724638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/UQBIgTah7_w/and-weekend-comes.html" title="And the weekend comes..." /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/Syy5dLrUMlI/AAAAAAAAHUQ/RmIGaKvnNEw/s72-c/nandoscrowd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/and-weekend-comes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkICQ3o7fCp7ImA9WxBSEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-7504821116087588906</id><published>2009-12-17T09:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:42:42.404+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-17T09:42:42.404+04:00</app:edited><title>How to...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how when you start typing something on Google search, it automatically starts giving you popular search terms that probably depend on your location. For instance, when I type 'M' on Google search I get this:&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SynDMDDUx9I/AAAAAAAAHTk/do3fUMAKvz8/s1600-h/m-search.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SynDMDDUx9I/AAAAAAAAHTk/do3fUMAKvz8/s320/m-search.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;MSN, Mauritius turf club, Myjob.mu, one can infer that those are popular search terms used in Mauritius. So I decided to take a look at what "How's" people searched for and here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SynD0il7-UI/AAAAAAAAHTs/bS1fy3kLFGE/s1600-h/how1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SynD0il7-UI/AAAAAAAAHTs/bS1fy3kLFGE/s400/how1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that was hilarious, especially for the first 3 terms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021201255607120823-7504821116087588906?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/vB7Rj8w107U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/7504821116087588906/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/how-to.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7504821116087588906?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7504821116087588906?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/vB7Rj8w107U/how-to.html" title="How to..." /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SynDMDDUx9I/AAAAAAAAHTk/do3fUMAKvz8/s72-c/m-search.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/how-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkACQX0zeip7ImA9WxBTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-6267340577747412702</id><published>2009-12-16T20:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:26:00.382+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-16T20:26:00.382+04:00</app:edited><title>Productive holidays!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always used to think that holidays were meant to laze around, do nothing in particular, just enjoying those free moments. To be honest, most of my past holidays were happily spent that way, until... well, this year. That's one thing about having responsibilities, you just can't sit around and enjoy being free, at least that's what happened to me. So I ended up doing all those stuff I've been wanting to do and saying I would do from the moment that I manage to have some free time. Stuff like cleaning the vegetable patch or removing all dried leaves from the flower garden have been checked off my list. I can now proudly say that I have been busy right from the time that I got my holidays and that week and a half has been very productive so far.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Part of my time has also been spent taking care of a lovely creature and I would like you dudettes and dudes to meet Missy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've adopted her on Saturday, she had been wandering about before landing before our gate and she gave me the puppy-look. Now who can resist that? So she's now part of the family and she seems to be happy about it...&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/9021201255607120823-6267340577747412702?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/txgDkO3OuMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/6267340577747412702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/productive-holidays.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/6267340577747412702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/6267340577747412702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/txgDkO3OuMA/productive-holidays.html" title="Productive holidays!" /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SykJk5eam0I/AAAAAAAAHTg/HdHuGndzNh8/s72-c/Missy%205.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/productive-holidays.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8NRnw6eyp7ImA9WxBTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-7040226723644664907</id><published>2009-12-07T20:31:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:21:37.213+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-08T21:21:37.213+04:00</app:edited><title>Sweet December</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm done with my exams. Actually I got done with it since last Friday. Everything went fine. I got my case study two days in advance and I nailed the paper. Now that was not cheating though. The lecturer arranged for us to have our exams case study 2 days ahead of the exams. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As from Friday, I got involved in a lot of stuff, I lunched and shopped for Christmas with my sister, I went to La Nicoliere to get some pine cones for Christmas decorations with Jev and I'm planning a little something for this Sunday with my family. There'll be cakes and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;
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This month promises to be hectic and I'm really looking forward to it. There's nothing better than December to cheer me up. It's all about the celebrations, happy moments and events. More will be said about the events later...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm now off to watch some TV dudettes and dudes! Oh, and did I mention I'm on holidays? :p&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/9021201255607120823-7040226723644664907?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/qaRp6UUQwxk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/7040226723644664907/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/sweet-december.html#comment-form" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7040226723644664907?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/7040226723644664907?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/qaRp6UUQwxk/sweet-december.html" title="Sweet December" /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SwJNIk2iNEI/AAAAAAAAHI8/fGQH4UgfbXA/s72-c/DSCF8120.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/12/sweet-december.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkANQHo6cSp7ImA9WxNaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-8361118294672727577</id><published>2009-11-26T09:52:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:53:11.419+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-26T09:53:11.419+04:00</app:edited><title>Ah revisions!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I'm supposed to be revising, I always tend to find everything more appealing than my revision notes. For instance, I'm always making up breaks and giving myself treats. You've got the tea break, the toilet break, the let's-cuddle-the-cat break, the let-me-put-on-some-kohl break, the what-I-am-wearing-tomorrow break and finally, my favourite, the let's-try-a-new-recipe break.&amp;nbsp;As for my treats, they come in the form of an episode of How I Met Your Mother after each 2 chapters are done with.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SmigmuxtLfI/AAAAAAAAGFM/hfwKsUv54Nw/s1600/DSCF6139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SmigmuxtLfI/AAAAAAAAGFM/hfwKsUv54Nw/s320/DSCF6139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despites all those breaks and treats, I'm managing to progress with the revision fairly smoothly. I'm not rushing into it 'cause my exam is on the 2nd of December. Some people might find that short, I'm really thinking that I've got lots of time. I hope I won't be proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, giving myself breaks and treats really motivates me to keep going and I'm actually close to finding the revision fun! So I'll say that this breaks-and-treats method is definitely a keeper!&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/9021201255607120823-8361118294672727577?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/fJZWOjbo1iM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/8361118294672727577/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/11/ah-revision.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8361118294672727577?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8361118294672727577?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/fJZWOjbo1iM/ah-revision.html" title="Ah revisions!" /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M4qyMdCf5g0/SmigmuxtLfI/AAAAAAAAGFM/hfwKsUv54Nw/s72-c/DSCF6139.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/11/ah-revision.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQEQHw7fip7ImA9WxNbF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021201255607120823.post-8091976759103139343</id><published>2009-11-21T08:58:00.048+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:18:21.206+04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-21T10:18:21.206+04:00</app:edited><title>Let there be kindness...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People don't always understand the importance of being kind in everyday life. In businesses in particular, kindness or politeness plays a crucial part. It's not just about greeting people or smiling at them, although it does start from these. It's also about the overall attitude adopted while meeting the customers or clients. Most importantly it's about how you welcome people to participate in your business.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Mauritius, some organisations all too often neglect to give enough importance to how customers are being attended to, thus keeping an important part of their stakeholders unhappy. Shops and supermarkets are concrete examples of this. Quality service rarely prevails in those organisations, at best the service is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you ever come out of a supermarket feeling satisfied or saying "Wow! That was one hell of a service!"?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, the low quality of service is so generally dispersed that customers could stop expecting something better. I mean, if you have no means to compare the service, you won't even notice if one particular supermarket's service is better or worse. The service would just fall in the mean, it would just be acceptable service, as usual. And that should be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Supermarkets should compete in terms of quality of service and other factors other than price. If we, as customers, start being choosy about quality of service then probably changes would start taking place. That might take some time but the most important part of it is to get out of that "zombie customers" state and to stop letting organisations choose the way they want to treat their customers.&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/9021201255607120823-8091976759103139343?l=www.morinnbuzz.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/morinn/~4/YNnFgL3RP9g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/feeds/8091976759103139343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/11/let-kindness-prevail.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8091976759103139343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021201255607120823/posts/default/8091976759103139343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/morinn/~3/YNnFgL3RP9g/let-kindness-prevail.html" title="Let there be kindness..." /><author><name>morinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431161762552958415</uri><email>lastmorina@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09716271664903069489" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.morinnbuzz.com/2009/11/let-kindness-prevail.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
