tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31751751309576356792024-03-12T20:24:30.441-07:00ReflectionsPeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-56012483038580583032012-03-29T15:06:00.005-07:002012-03-29T15:13:56.414-07:00The Best Cafe EverIt's official - Mission Coffee is the best cafe in the world. OK, in *my* world, to be fair. For every 10 coffees that you buy, you earn yourself one free drink. And I earned my extra-hot double cappuccino today. Yay! <br /><br />But that's not why Mission Coffee is the best cafe in the world. It's a lovely place to work. <br /><br />And what is it about cafes that makes me want to blog? Also, what is it about looming deadlines that makes me want to blog?PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-29839600565441828712012-01-02T11:07:00.001-08:002012-01-03T16:05:31.313-08:00Symptoms of the holiday season!Hello world! The holiday season has clearly inspired me to reenter Blogville :) I love the holiday season and the warmth it brings with it, despite the bitterly cold weather. <br /><br />It all starts with the beautiful fall colors sometime before the Thanksgiving weekend. Streets lined with gorgeous flaming red trees. Grocery stores' shelves lined with fresh and canned cranberries, turkey, mashed potatoes, pies and other desserts, and of course the humongous vibrantly orange pumpkins. Increasing anticipation of the Thanksgiving long weekend and the warm parties and get-togethers it brings with it. <br /><br />And then a sudden and crazy few windy days and nights when the wind blows so hard that trees are left bare, with no leaf spared :). And then just when it starts to get all depressing with the cold weather, the overcast skies and the bare trees, there are sudden little sprouts of cheer everywhere - Christmas decorations - the Christmas trees, wreaths on doors, bells and ribbons on windows in houses, shops, everywhere! And then there are the pretty lights to admire (which you can do more effectively if you haven't seen data on the Christmas lighting load of CA alone. Spoiler alert: ~3000 MW). <br /><br />And then there's the music. Exiting a downtown San Francisco BART station to be greeted with music by street violinists, cello and saxophone artists filling the air. (Even) people going to work on a weekday morning wearing smiles on their faces. The look of anticipation on the faces of people, of the holidays when they would get to reunite and celebrate the festival season with their loved ones. Starbucks offering gingerbread latte, peppermint mocha, pumpkin spice latte and eggnog latte (although I'm not particularly fond of the latter two). Transformation of Starbucks cups from white to red-and-white :) Food, food everywhere! Dessert, dessert everywhere :) <br /><br />And then topping it all off with new year celebrations. Strangers, shop owners, everyone wishing you a happy new year :) <br /><br />And the grand finale, which I think is pretty comical: Enter a gym you visit often, on Jan 2. You won't find a single treadmill that's free. The effect of New Year resolutions, of course! :D <br /><br />I really love the holiday cheer and warmth. It's a wonderful transformation of the world around you. And it gives a non-blogger a gentle nudge :) <br /><br />Happy New Year, all of you! May this year bring you lots of love, growth and happiness!!PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-43593789724309371302010-08-05T13:35:00.000-07:002010-08-05T13:37:00.142-07:00Starbucks surprise!Starbucks surprised me this afternoon. I'm sitting here working away on my laptop listening to whatever music is being played... and I almost jumped out of my skin when a Carnatic piece started playing! I mean... really! A very nice one too, with beautiful soft violin and all. It felt so strange! This was followed by an English song which had some alaap in a male voice, Sarod accompaniments (!) and then a female voice with a quality and style much like Shobha Gurtu-ji's. <br /><br />I'm done with my post, for I need to get up and find out what on EARTH that album was all about!PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-42985440385558962212010-02-19T10:02:00.000-08:002010-02-19T10:19:16.723-08:00Bangaloring Woohoo!Finally reached B'lore last evening... but feeling a bit sick :-\ Lovely to be home with mom, dad, sis and the darling niece, though :) Yet to see the others. <br /><br />Am up so late, sniffles and all, only because I had to fill out some med insurance forms. And tomorrow it's the visa forms. I refuse to fill out any other kind of forms after tomorrow :D<br /><br />And now it's time to go to bed, while my dear friends in the Bay Area are working hard (well, at least some of them :p). Good morning, y'all!<br /><br />And Goodnight, B'lore! :)PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-45857241186734177532009-08-05T21:08:00.001-07:002009-08-07T15:08:51.925-07:00Where is she?That sister of mine? <br /><br />I mean... If you reply to someone's email 10 days later, that response should have at least 10 words, no? But hers had six or something as ridiculous as that. And then she really vanishes into thin air after that. And then you hear from your mom that your sister told her that you got your visa. Duh!!PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-52261916725467907542009-08-04T15:43:00.000-07:002009-08-04T15:52:19.115-07:00H1B approvedMy H1B finally got approved. The USCIS picked on my organization, my application for auditing. All this after the application was submitted late. <br /><br />I know this is usually considered good news and the words "H1B approved" are expected to be followed by dozens of exclamation marks, smiles and what-nots. But I'm not sure if I'm too happy, given that it means I'll have to start paying Social Security taxes now. <br /><br />On a different note, doesn't H1B remind you of H1N1?PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-72381901188714234672009-03-30T22:09:00.001-07:002009-03-30T22:18:31.597-07:00standard typostypos. there are some words that i, for the life of me can't type correctly on the first attempt. and what's more, the typo is the same every single time! here are a few of my words and their erroneous counterparts: <br /><br />date - data<br /><br />fremont - fremong<br /><br />belmont - belmong<br /><br />sunnyvale - sunnyvalue<br /><br />poor - no points for guessing this one!<br /><br /><br />what are your typos?PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-36944663566241552392009-03-21T16:16:00.000-07:002009-03-21T17:00:59.019-07:00stanford with a new pair of eyes!today, i’m in stanford after 6 months. what an unnatural thing to do - to not visit stanford for 6 months. afterall, this was my first home here! and it is, in some measure, an experience equivalent to my first trip back home, to bangalore after having lived in the u.s. for a year and a half. a very, very surreal experience. i’m pretty crazy about such experiences, actually. they fascinate me. in fact (although i haven’t done it so far), i could probably even go so far as to deliberately avoid an oft-visited place and then visit it again one fine day just to see how i feel about it ;)<br /><br />it is SO interesting to compare what you thought of the things you saw - people, trees, buildings, roads, and other inanimate objects and how you perceived them then, with how you perceive them now. what the heck, one should at least be able to view objects objectively. but no! :D one thing for sure is that stanford looks more beautiful to me today than it ever did… possibly cuz i'm here sans the stress bug that was always with me while i was there (wish i hadn't been such an idiot). <br /><br />i feel like a zombie, walking around slowly, looking around the place and visiting the familiar areas and paths that i had haunted during my previous life (or something like that). and i suddenly find myself calling a, my first ever trusted friend, or family, actually, in stanford. afterall, it's the earliest memories that one's usually flooded with. i think i must've disturbed her during an important meeting, cuz she cut my call :p <br /><br />i’m sitting in meyer library right now, looking at students hard at work. apparently, the exams are going on. typical, random students doing random things :) one guy completely bent over his books and looking into them, lest he lose concentration – i really wonder whether he can see one image, or two, of the words in his book. another in a stanford sweatshirt, obviously sleep-deprived, so he’s completely horizontal and fast asleep on one of the couches and is probably dreaming about his (brief) post-exam days right now. another girl’s sitting cross-legged on one of the couches, and is surrounded by books, papers, pens, pencils, a laptop, an ipod, wires, food and drinks – she looks like she was born and raised on that couch :D. familiar scene. i must have looked like one of these at some point in time. i’m sitting on a couch right now and looking at the other couches – i recognize the designs and patterns on the tapestries. some faces look familiar too. it’s raining outside, and i just got up to see if i could get a hot cup of tea/coffee… but alas! moon beans cafe is closed (no, no don’t worry, not for good - today's a saturday). and i can hear the clock tower ringing every fifteen minutes announcing some fast-approaching impending doom ;) <br /><br />everything looks very familiar, and yet very different. i think i now totally understand what it means to have lived in a bubble. i lived in the stanford bubble, and it looks totally different from the outside.PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-32675728853819115392009-03-19T21:15:00.000-07:002009-03-19T21:19:52.715-07:00What's my blog address?I've been so terrible about updating my blog, that nowadays, every time I decide to check my blog, I need to really rack my brains to remember my blog address!!<br /><br />But if it's s's or n's or one of the other blogs I follow, I just need to think of them and my fingers just know what to do with the keyboard.<br /><br />I probably need to bookmark my blog! :pPeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-79770876981048191172009-03-18T20:42:00.000-07:002009-03-18T20:53:44.682-07:00sigh...the last two days at work have been plain crazy... worked all day in the office, got back home, worked all evening and went to bed. late. today the craziness ended. well, in a way. the crazy project ended. another one landed on my table today before i had wound the crazy one up. but i thought it can sort of wait. and that i'm not going to drive myself crazy over it and push myself to work like a maniac like i've been, the last two days.<br /><br />the last two days, d had been hanging around a working me... and even stayed up late reading a book while i was working. so today i decided that i've worked enough, and left office at 4 pm (like never before), got back home excited to hang out with d, spent a couple of 'alone' hours before i called d to find out when he was getting back. and when i did, i got to know that today was his crazy day. it's 9 pm now and i'm home alone :)PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-71182672593938024982009-03-15T14:37:00.000-07:002009-03-15T18:44:01.464-07:00Why is it so difficult...... to respect another's commitment to himself or herself?<br /><br />Okay, these words are coming out of a number of experiences I've had in the recent past. <br /><br />Has it ever happened to you that you sincerely let people know that after meeting them for dinner, you'd like to leave at such and such a time because you want to wake up early next morning cuz you want to go to the gym/ for a hike/ because you want to work/ because you want to do WHATEVER (!!) just because YOU want to do it and that it means a lot to you... and they say:<br /><br />"Oh come on! It's a Sunday morning that you're talking about! You should wake up late and not early, really...(haha, are you kidding me? :D) and you're NOT going to wherever-you-wanted-to-go or you're not doing whatever-you-wanted-to-do. Just an hour more..." And after an hour has passed "Oh come on, just 30 min more.." and then "just 20 min more..."!! And then before you know it, it's 12 AM, and you're not even back home. So obviously you've lost your chance to do whatever you had hoped to do. <br /><br />All this, not because they're in distress and need you or anything (in which case, needless to say, all of the above is fine) but because they want your company, while you're evidently sitting there cringing, just because you have been asked to sit??!<br /><br />But instead, try telling them something like "I need to leave early because I need to pick someone up from the airport" and maybe <strong>whine</strong> a bit about it... or say something like "oh I need to take this friend somehwere early tomorrow morning", then they let you go! :D<br /><br />So basically, if it's a promise that you made to someone else, then it's respected and you're allowed to keep it, but if it's a promise that you made to yourself - Forget It! It's laughed off, and it's trashed right in front of you at that very instant. And then they are happy and proud owners of you, your time, as well as your agenda for the next morning and the rest of the day! <br /><br />I understand, that sometimes it is done in good humor. Sometimes because they enjoy your company. They really like you, they really want to have fun with you. BUT then... after you express yourself to them repeatedly, how much it means to you and how earnest you are about your plan, your cries completely go unheard!<br /><br />WHY is it so difficult to understand someone else's commitments to themselves, to respect it and to encourage them to go for it?!PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-40383315014414408712008-07-16T14:31:00.000-07:002008-07-16T15:27:32.228-07:00Missing linksWarning: Sheer rambling. Read at your own risk.<br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Many a time, I have observed this phenomenon in life.<br /><br />You meet a new person who becomes a friend and you keep meeting her/him for a while. And then it's time to leave. Or you go to a new place which you're going to visit frequently. And then that stops. Or you enter an era which is going to last for a while. And then it ends. For example, joining a sports/art class and going there for a while. Starting a job and continuing there for a couple of years. Joining a school/college where you're going to spend a few years.<br /><br />In all of these cases, just before or just when you embark on these journeys, you have some ideas about what it's going to be like - some images, some associations, etc. Most importantly, there are some things that remain constant while everything around you keeps changing, keeps evolving. But at the end of the period, those few things are still there. Constants. Links. Those few things that link that whole period together when you look back. And then, when you keep looking back, at some point, the original image and the new, current image, merge. And then it all makes sense. <br /><br />But this never happened to me with Stanford. It has been one of the most bizarre experiences of my life! I can't think of anything from my first quarter here that is still fully present. The Stanford I knew before and when I just came here - the picture I had, and the Stanford that is, now, are POLES APART. <br /><br />Roommates changed. Houses changed. House locations changed. Friends changed. Class mates changed. Professors changed. Close friends changed. A complete social circle changed. Pastimes changed. Tastes changed. Attitudes changed. Coursework changed. Feelings changed. Comfort level changed. Financial situation changed. Problems changed. Professional goals changed.<br /><br />Like I said earlier, usually, at the end of an era, the old image and the new image, at some point, merge into a qualitative average. But that's not the case here. The images are distinctly separate. Although they are both real, to think of one with respect to the other... it feels so surreal! "One of these two has to be a dream", I tell myself, sometimes.PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-18402334375539089092007-09-10T15:57:00.000-07:002007-09-10T15:58:21.046-07:00Palo AltoThere are 3 Palo Altos.<br /><br />East Palo Alto<br />West Palo Alto and<br />Just Palo Alto.<br /><br />Ok, you're right. I'm bored :(PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-92183453897170657292007-08-27T22:56:00.000-07:002007-08-28T18:29:19.575-07:00It's One Year!(Very incoherent, Very random.. depicting very well, the current state of my mind..).<br /><br /><br />.. since I saw my family..<br /><br />.. since I took a breath of Indian air...<br /><br />.. since I touched Indian soil (Background music: Yeh jo des hai mera... Swades....la..laa )<br /><br />YESS! It's one year since I set foot in the United States! Yes, it was on the 27th of August, 2007.. when a major blissful idiot with a dumb grin.. who had no clue what was coming, landed. Three academic quarters went by.. They can best be described as "Whoosh", "Whoosh" and yeah, "Whoosh".<br /><br />Still, it's been the most eventful year of my life, a year of rich learning experiences of all sorts.<br /><br />It's one year since I saw some dear friends who helped me when I first came here. I am very grateful to them..<br /><br />It's one year since I saw the people who are responsible for my existence and for my being what I am (I do hope they don't regret it :P). <br /><br />With NO change in the levels whatsoever, of love, affection, and attachment, I feel like I've finally let go of them in terms of dependence for every other thing.. and that's such an important milestone..<br /><br />Thanks! All the people who helped me make it here.<br />And Thanks! All the people here, who've been there for me at all times, good and bad, because of whom I run back "home" to Palo Alto every other weekend..!! :P they know who they are and they're most probably reading this right now :)<br /><br />Love you all!PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-21881275740484642532007-08-11T21:48:00.000-07:002007-08-23T19:26:28.360-07:00Cat Fight!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvGuT76uCrLxyFeprh9ZgbNBwW1CHbdpz-5N4l_EG1HVzC3lAl5DpSKvfPp6OiiWTrtjViwn83gfom5H1AWtQWDcpA2-wBZMV6Y0X0YR6Yhx8RairEf8g5guOWe3oCL4YNFA7ohOjZLca/s1600-h/cats+004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvGuT76uCrLxyFeprh9ZgbNBwW1CHbdpz-5N4l_EG1HVzC3lAl5DpSKvfPp6OiiWTrtjViwn83gfom5H1AWtQWDcpA2-wBZMV6Y0X0YR6Yhx8RairEf8g5guOWe3oCL4YNFA7ohOjZLca/s320/cats+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102081136064870322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkwJogl63_f5skQBi0c1qDmIcBLwRMUdQ2IJKe-12J9yTliDGup2QjZ8MAySLu09SgDaVzdn_UBPL3M62geYPO9K3OtNKcvqK-y0MPiLDK37xoc2R0cmW-xg9UK3Y52fbfDikdhGjpCbj/s1600-h/cats+002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkwJogl63_f5skQBi0c1qDmIcBLwRMUdQ2IJKe-12J9yTliDGup2QjZ8MAySLu09SgDaVzdn_UBPL3M62geYPO9K3OtNKcvqK-y0MPiLDK37xoc2R0cmW-xg9UK3Y52fbfDikdhGjpCbj/s320/cats+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102080848302061474" /></a><br /><br /> <br />I'm basically more of a dog person. I never really did own one, and I was even terrified of them.. until I met this friend's endearing cocker spaniel, who taught me that dogs aren't really out there just to bite you, and that they also have other interests in life.<br /><br />And then I started to love dogs. But Cats??!! "uggh....", I used to think, "How can people ever like cats..?!!". But that too sort of changed when my heart went out to this brand new kitten of a stray cat in the neighbourhood. She was the only one of the litter her mother decided to abandon - for whatever reason. She made her way into our backyard and decided that she could probably stay there. I played with her, fed her, teased her and had lots of fun with her. In fact, I was so heavily distracted from my studies (or so my mom thought .. it was only visible this time.. tee hee :P) that she distracted the kitten herself, who left our backyard and went out in search of a new life. I missed her a lot, but well.. <br /><br />Anyway, I should tell you that my loyalties were only with this kitten. My adoration for cats in general didn't change too much.<br /><br />Now I'm here, in another country, living with this really sweet couple for the summer. They have this fluffy, mostly black cat called Puff. <br /><br />Puff is terrified of anyone new. I tried so hard to win her trust. Trust me, it wasn't easy. For some reason, she had decided that I had objections to her eating. Her food tray with some cat food and water is on the kitchen floor. Whenever I went into the kitchen to get something for myself, she would run away. If I stood in the kitchen for longer, she would tiptoe into the kitchen trying really hard not to be heard (silly thing, she doesn't know that cats need make no effort not to be heard!), and if I turned around, she would run away.<br /><br />So much for one cat called Puff. Then the cat fun began. The lady C, that I stay with has a daughter who lives in a nearby city. She wanted to go on a holiday with her friends. So she decided to leave her two cats (yes, TWO) at C's place. This was actually coinciding with C and R (her husband)'s trip to Phoenix. SO, here was an interesting situation - I was going to live alone with 3 cats for 5 days. C asked me if I could feed Puff, and that her neighbours would feed her daughter's cats. Oh by the way, these two cats are called Crookshanks (brown in colour) and Savannah (snow-white in colour)! <br /><br />Very hesitantly, C gave me a few instructions before she left. They were all cat-centric. <br /><br />1) She asked me if I could fill Puff's tray with her food from time to time. <br /><br />2) And then I was supposed to make sure that all doors of the house were closed at all times (since Puff/Crookshanks/Savannah liked to run away. And Crooks, in particular, would jump at the first opportunity). <br /><br />3) Next, since Crookshanks and Puff did not "get along", I was supposed to keep Crook's room door shut - so that Puff would be safe. Crookshanks supposedly gets a kick out of scaring poor Puff off. And Puff, being a timid thing, totally lets Crookshanks have that supreme pleasure. But Savannah knows better. She sits still when Crookshanks is jumping around her, and lets her continue doing that until Crooks herself gets tired of it and stops. The most amusing thing about Savannah is that she's not scared of this monster Crookshanks, but is scared of everyone else. In fact, she's so terrified of people that she was hiding under the bed for as long as she was here, and I never got to see her. She is supposedly snow-white. <br /><br />The last thing I wanted was to be witness to a Cat fight! Fortunately, it all went on quite smoothly. Puff and Crooks were not allowed to see one another. I filled Puff's food tray and the neighbours slid through the slit between the door and the wall of Crookshanks' room (or at least that's how I imagined they did it: I really don't know how they managed to keep Crooks from leaping out of the room). <br /><br />So, I can now say I've had some solid experience with cats now. I still can neither say that I like them or that I dislike them. But I definitely think they're great sources of amusement!<br /><br />Note: 1) It's Puff in Pic 1, and Crookshanks in Pic 2. And Savannah's pic isn't here for obvious reasons.<br /> 2) Puff is not scared of me anymore, yaaaay! :)PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-86287342334876237442007-06-27T21:29:00.001-07:002007-06-27T22:50:21.066-07:00Just For Laughs GrabsIts funny how people here use such animative words.<br /><br />I still remember the first time I heard the word "grab" in this context: One of my classmates said: "Hey, just gimme a minute. I'll grab a sandwich and be right back!"<br /><br />What I expected the next scene to be: "Whoooosh!" He vanishes.. leaving a trail of those lines behind him (like the ones Tom does, Jerry does, Calvin does...), the guy at the cafeteria counter is holding out his sandwich for him, my pal pulls it out of his hand ("grabs") and runs, leaving him looking bewildered..<br /><br />The real scene:<br />Scene 1: There's a line (queue ;-)) of 3-4 people at the cafeteria counter, and when his turn comes, he decently makes the payment, waits for the guy to hand over the sandwich to him and gets back. <br /><br />Exit my friend, the cafe guy, etc.<br /><br />Scene 2: Meeting with my prof.<br /><br />I enter prof's room. Prof sitting at his table. Prof says "Hi P! I'll just join you in a minute. Please grab a chair."<br /><br />(The scene that plays in my mind: I snatch the chair and run for my life).<br /><br />Exit me, prof.<br /><br />Scene 3: At office. Boss' room. Me, boss.<br /><br />Boss says: Wanna go out and grab some Lunch, P? <br /><br />Me: Sure :)<br /><br />Boss' phone rings.<br /><br />Boss: P, would you just wait at your office? I'll come by and grab you in a minute.<br /><br />Me: (Oh noooo please, don't!! :-O)PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175175130957635679.post-63765925671871573482007-06-26T21:12:00.000-07:002007-06-26T21:21:38.457-07:00To <br />My sis (compulsive blogger & compellor)<br />My mom-dad-aunts-uncles (compulsive compellors), &<br />N (another compulsive blogger & compellor), who've, well, succeeded in compelling me to start blogging...<br /><br />Here goes...!!PeeVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15498271381747545846noreply@blogger.com8