<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334270</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:01:40.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Repair</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Veruca Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14802126856086546055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334270.post-115842838530461162</id><published>2006-09-16T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:39:45.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to soldier's poem by muse.&lt;br /&gt;i fall deeper in love with this band each time i listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i won't let you down"&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where this line is from but i think it goes something like this- 'the hardest thing about growing up is finding out people are not perfect'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you realise you are not perfect either and that's OK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334270-115842838530461162?l=in-repair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/feeds/115842838530461162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334270&amp;postID=115842838530461162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115842838530461162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115842838530461162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/2006/09/listening-to-soldiers-poem-by-muse.html' title=''/><author><name>Veruca Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14802126856086546055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334270.post-115826594800692807</id><published>2006-09-14T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:32:51.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok already regretting signing up with twitter. why do i do things on an impulse. it's Rs.3 per msg(die) very expensive this thingy.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah it's already 15 sept here in India and it's almost 2 am. well finished a psychology assignment which was due last week! feeling all accomplished. (sigh) there is no hope for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334270-115826594800692807?l=in-repair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/feeds/115826594800692807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334270&amp;postID=115826594800692807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115826594800692807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115826594800692807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-already-regretting-signing-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Veruca Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14802126856086546055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334270.post-115826406769696029</id><published>2006-09-14T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:01:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok discovered twitter! neat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334270-115826406769696029?l=in-repair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/feeds/115826406769696029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334270&amp;postID=115826406769696029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115826406769696029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115826406769696029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-discovered-twitter-neat.html' title=''/><author><name>Veruca Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14802126856086546055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334270.post-115823604417020339</id><published>2006-09-14T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:14:04.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;well yes that's how i address absolutely everyone i know. sometimes there is a variation i sometimes try and add a 'kid' but pretty much most of the times those oh-so-very-embarrassing-times i address people as kiddo. don't ask me why i do it.&lt;br /&gt;i have tried to understand it i have tried to reason with this habit and tried to get to the bottom of it. well i must say i have come up with a stupid ass conclusion-my inferiority complex. yes i know what you are thinking, if i call people kid shouldn't it be a superiority complex?shouldn't i feel mighty mature and grown-up? i guess this is how i disguise my inferiority complex. you see i am older than most of the girls in my class(yes it's an all girls college, hell basically) and well that has always been something that nags me. i never really act my age because well i try to fit in with 20 year olds when i am soon going to be 22. and believe me when i tell you this 20 and 22 is world apart. and my identity crisis emerges from there. trying to be what i am not and by being my true self am i risking being ostracised. and we all know how fucked up a bunch of women can get.&lt;br /&gt;and why am i telling you all this? because i can't really tell anyone else without getting the 'you are obsessing way too much' look.now i truly understand why blogging is popular, this is such a relief to just pour out the way i feel. truly cathartic.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess it's something i need to figure out for myself. see where all this 'need to be me' thing takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Changed the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; colour of font, ooooh too bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;lets see now, hmmmm, ok i suppose but not very different from black is it?sorry i tend to deviate. my stream of consciousness is quite untamed. well i'm just getting started at this so hope to have better posts in the future. speaking of future, i must mention my favourite movie as a kid was Judge Dreed, this futuristic sci-fi movie, set in some 2078 A.D or some shite with Sly 'Rambo' Stallone (absolutely love the man, the true action hero, Arnie can take a hike) was pretty cool when Sly used to belt out the line "i am the law" every few mins (very creative screenplay, eh?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334270-115823604417020339?l=in-repair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/feeds/115823604417020339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334270&amp;postID=115823604417020339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115823604417020339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115823604417020339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/2006/09/kiddo-well-yes-thats-how-i-address.html' title=''/><author><name>Veruca Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14802126856086546055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34334270.post-115815571651137684</id><published>2006-09-13T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T10:44:15.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i'll confess, it's my first time blogging. was that a gasp i heard?! well it's true. the truth is i'm not really into blogging. then why am i here? good question. i really want to see what the fuss is all about. almost everyone i know, blogs and for some reason they think they are more 'themselves' in their blogs than in real life. well that is not surprising. the power of anonymity. its funny, i mean, have we reached a point where we can only express ourselves only when our 'identity' is kept under the wraps? thats an age old debate right there, but there is no right or wrong answer. i guess you do what you are comforatble with and if you 'believe' in the posts that you put up every once in a while and you have enough conviction and to a certain extent be brave, you can sign in with your real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats enough preaching for the day. let me explain why i have decided to call my blog In Repair.Borrowed it from john Mayer's new album Continuum (is that how you spell it? actually another reason i don't blog, my spellings are abysmal) the term, in repair, is a great way or rather the greatness lies in its simplicity, the two words, in repair, probably do a pretty good job to describe the fact that we are a work in progress, we bruise, we hurt, and yes then we start the long and sometimes tiresome journey of repair. try and put all the pieces back together and try to come up with a brand new version of us or atleast an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love Jefferson Aeroplane? the reason i mention them is because i am writing with white rabbit playing in the background. Ah. love this song.&lt;br /&gt;well need to go make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;will see you around. do let me know what you thought about my attempt to put myself out there.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34334270-115815571651137684?l=in-repair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/feeds/115815571651137684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34334270&amp;postID=115815571651137684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115815571651137684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34334270/posts/default/115815571651137684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-repair.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-ill-confess-its-my-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Veruca Salt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14802126856086546055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
