Faith: the K-Drama


The Daily Post asked me about the last time I really had faith in something. Whether I had faith in anything, I myself do not know. I however, have written this post to discuss with you people about something my best friend strongly loves… having faith. And there’s this K-Drama, which, according to her, had portrayed the meaning of ‘faith’ really well.

Faith… In this drama, the Korean star Lee Min Ho is a General who’s supposed to take care of the King, putting his own life on the line. But, he also happens to make promises with his own life. And when he fails to keep his promise to the female MC, he’ll make her stab himself to death!


From the left: People acting as.. King of Goryeo, Queen, warrior Choi Young, the Doctor (Yoo Eun Soo), the villain, the villain’s sister!

The story is all about one thing… faith. Blind faith. Something that cannot be found in real life. We all (K-Drama fans in our college) did see the drama. Most of us had labelled it ‘boring’ by then, and went on with our works… until my friend unearthed the Drama from the depths of her laptop’s folders and finally thought of watching it. Okay, maybe people still consider it boring, but she still finds a great deal of hidden meaning in it. She says she wants to meet someone as trustworthy as the General ‘Choi Young’ in this serial. She likes things like keeping promises with one’s life. She always tries to fulfil the promises she makes.

The Drama is mostly packed with action, but the whole blood-lust and vengeance shown in this drama will be compensated with the unending love between the two main characters. A love so pure. A love so gentle. A love full of… faith.

In the drama (it’s a fictional time-travel thingy), the female lead character is from the present, who is kidnapped by the male lead character to the past to tend to their queen’s wound and make her live. Since medicines of today are unmatchable, she finally cures their queen and would be about to go back to her own era, when the King issues an order that she shouldn’t be allowed to go back. He would’ve realized her value by then.

And because our warrior here, who had captured the doctor and who couldn’t return her back, he’d promise her he’d somehow assist her in going back whenever the gate to their era opened. After this, the series shows us olden-day Korea – Goryeo.

And twenty two chapters or so later, in the end, the doctor (female MC) would’ve made up her mind to not go because she loved this warrior guy, but she needed a few doctor-ish tools to cure him. He’d be badly injured. So, when the gate opens, she’d leave her love dying, and run to the present era to grab her tools. But when she returns, the gate would lead her not to the era in which her love had been dying, but to an era even earlier… perhaps a century before where her love lived. Or rather… had been dying.

And what does she do? She waits till the gate opens again. After it does, after many years, she walks right in… and to the era where she was craving to be. And this is where the faith part comes in. Her love would be waiting for her… even after she had run away at his time of need… and this is why the story is named that way. Faith, indeed.

And if my friend gets to know that I wrote this, she’s going to kill me. Because this series is her most favourite one, and I have written it with just the teeny bit of enthusiasm that I could muster while thinking of this drama. She would’ve preferred something better, I know. She would want me to add a few sentences from that drama… she would’ve wanted me to write with extra passion… that’s how much she loves it.


A letter for forgiveness


Dear Electronics,


I miss you. I really do. Once upon a time, when I was first confronted with the task of dealing with you as a subject, I didn’t quite like you. You did seem excellent and all, but the excitement of getting to know what components the electronic gadgets contained inside of them had faded when I realized there were too many equations and derivations that tagged along.

But now, I have to no more deal with the pesky little transistors, resistors, or capacitors. I do not have to bother about wearing an oversized khaki coat and black leather shoes to the laboratory. The diodes and the ICs can finally be free of this uncaring brat. The breadboard can finally rest in peace. But I cannot. I  had been uncaring, but when it’s time to bid you goodbye, I feel so empty inside… and bad, because I hadn’t treated you well all these days. I find that something is missing in my life without you.


I confess… I didn’t quite like you at one point o’ time… although that would be nowhere near how much I despised signals and systems. I probably still don’t like signals and systems and other communication stuff, but I wanted to tell you that even after two years have passed, I still like you.

Seems like I haven’t moved on, after all. Anyway. have a great future ahead. I can foresee great improvements in the near future. There might be someone else who deserves you, after all. Though, I have to tell you, I’ll never stop liking you for the rest of my life.

Yours detest-less-ly,


Off to Thanjavur!



In a few hours, I’ll be off to our main campus. I have classes there, and they start… today. It’s not exactly in Thanjavur, but about 12km away from it. So I’ll have to take two buses: one to Thanjavur and to Vallam from there.

The upside is that that campus is huge… and lovely.

Dhaksh (1295)

The downside? I’ll have to travel alone. It might even take two hours to get there, and I could do with a little company, but alas, no one. *sigh*

I’ll be travelling by bus, of course… I don’t know if I’m moving to a hostel sometime later, but since I have classes for at least four months, I’m getting advices to move there, but I’m not quite sure if I will. A couple of friends are staying there, though they have different classes, so I could go and stay with them… maybe I will.

But their classes do not start today as mine do. They will be arriving in the later this month, so I guess I’d be a day scholar until they arrive… or maybe I will not stay there at all.

Let’s see how my first day there will be… I won’t make many friends, anyway. Let’s hope that at least my class goes well, and that I learn something useful while I roam from Kumbakonam to Thanjavur every day.

Thanjavur, here I come!

My Oasis?


The Daily Post had been asking the bloggers: A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.

And here I had been thinking that the daily writing prompts were extinct, as their posts no more appear in my reader. I had visited my blog after long, and not finding the prompt for the day, came to such a conclusion. But thanks to Mrs. Angloswiss, I got to know that the prompts were still coming, but wordpress was just being sneaky about it. I’m told that these are older prompts, but I don’t think this is going to bother me much, as I haven’t blogged much in the past year (neither am I sure of this year)… Alright, now that my daily prompts are back, I might as well get myself into action and write my post.

Whenever I find myself in distress, I walk to the nearest temple, the Chakrapaani swamy temple nearby. It’s a very old temple and is always inviting. I find myself being at peace because of the devotional songs played there, and there is something there which cannot be found in other temples. I circle the place around six to twelve times, and calm my mind. I prefer walking alone and have some thinking time for myself, so this place is the best for me.

There was actually another place that felt very much like my own, private place — it was in the house that I lived in previously. There, the terrace was tiny, but it felt more than just that… I used to go there and do ‘skipping the rope’ most of the time… that place somehow made me feel connected to it, but it’s no more. The house was terrible, what with rats and mongooses and rain pouring right in the middle of the house and the water level blocking our way simply because the house was built in an old-fashioned manner (in the older days, I’m sure) and we had to look for a new house as soon as we moved in. We were the last tenants there, and after we had moved, the owner had sold it, and a dental clinic has taken its place now.

The terrace I loved so much is gone. The place where I can stand and look at the whole (really long) street, and where no one would be able to spot me… it’s gone.

After I moved to this house, however, this temple became the place. And I can now tell one thing with glee that this place will never be destroyed like my previously demolished ‘oasis’. This one will remain there, rooted in place, for centuries to come.

Evolution of the Tamizh language

 Shivs photography - Tamil Script in Brahadeeshwarar temple.

Shivs photography – Tamil Script in Brahadeeshwarar temple.

Inspired by a line from a worried student’s recent post, I decided to write a blog post on ‘the origin of the language’, but later changed my mind… I finally decided to write about the Tamizh language instead, since this would be a rarely discussed topic.

Anglicization of the word ‘Tamizh’ has resulted in ‘Tamil’, because the letter ‘’ (‘zha’ is not even the correct spelling. It simply has no equivalent in any language that I know of…) is difficult for the non-Tamizhs to pronounce. Nowadays, it seems like the Tamilians themselves are not being able to pronounce it properly – my mother is a very good example. She pronounces it as ‘ya’ instead, just like a few people do. There’s no blaming her, anyway. She was raised in a completely different city, far away from where her parents’ hometown was. She never studied Tamil, even in her school. She took up Hindi and Telugu instead.

Alright… I seem to be going out of track.

It seems that Tamizh has evolved through three major stages: Old Tamizh (Tamizh Brahmi), Middle Tamizh, and the modern-day Tamizh.

Inscriptions of Old Tamizh in caves and pottery date back to the 3rd century BC. It was the only non-Sanskritized language back then… Pure, and full of itself, very much unlike the present-day form. It is said to have been evolved from the proto-Dravidian language that had been spoken millennia ago. This language must have been the origin of Tamizh. Tholkaapiyam seems to be the oldest work in Tamizh Literature, and its oldest parts were written in about 1st century AD.

Then came the Middle Tamizh (called Sen-Tamizh in Tamizh, meaning ‘superb or best’ Tamizh… pardon my translation, it’s very rough…) at around 8th century AD. Middle Tamizh underwent major transitions and was Sanskritized, hence the similarity with other languages in modern India. The Pallavas seem to be the reason for this transformation in the language. Most temples that have survived the millennium have inscriptions on them, and they must’ve been written in Middle Tamizh. I have tried to comprehend the letters and try to form words, but failed to do so. Many such inscriptions can be found in the Brahadeeshwarar temple, also called as the big temple, which had been constructed at around 1010 AD by the most revered king, Rajaraja Cholan, for constructing this fantabulous temple.

It seemed odd… I could almost figure out a few successive letters in the temple, but never understood their meaning when they were put in succession. I mean, there seemed to be no continuation, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why the few letters that looked a bit like the modern ones would carry a different pronunciation. Maybe they did not, after all. I’m not a language analyst or whatever. Anyway, experts might be able to translate it out and find sense in it, so it doesn’t matter if I can’t understand those alien-ish yet familiar script. I’d like to learn to decode translate it, though.

Most temples that stand strong until now had been constructed when Middle Tamil prevailed. In Sen-Tamizh, the use of the letter ∴ had ceased, Wikipedia tells me. It’s funny, because even in modern Tamizh, when we learn the letters, this symbol is still found, but no one ever uses it… in Tamizh. That letter has recently found a use, and by putting it beside the letter ‘pa’ will make it ‘fa’. And this is needed because English has the letter ‘F’, and if an English word has to be written down in Tamizh. Because of the extended use of English in Tamizh Nadu, this letter is gaining popularity again because most of the shops put up even English words in Tamizh letters on their boards.

The modern Tamizh had evolved around the 17th century, and must be very much different from the proto-Dravidian language that it had originally evolved from. It has adapted itself to the English-type punctuations, which was not allowed in Old and Sen-Tamizh. And today, people in different districts of the state speak different dialects (that too, colloquially), mingled with English. And I’d probably be the worst of all, speaking a mixed language of colloquial Tamizh, English, Telugu, Hindi, Korean and a little bit of whatever language I learn whenever and ultimately calling it… ‘Tamizh’.

I actually make new words combining two languages. No one else except my mother can understand that. (Or maybe they could, if they knew both the languages that I use to create my new word)…

Alright, back to relevancy.

So… Modern Tamizh, I’d bet, is nowhere near the beautiful, independent language that it used to be. Though the language has undergone a lot of change, I doubt the script and the letter-structure had been completely modified. It seems that the Old Tamizh still has an influence on the modern-day Tamizh, because Tamizh script is different from the other languages. Hindi, Telugu and the others seem to have the same kind of letters, but Tamil has very few. It’s very unique. And I know this because I have learnt all three specified.

And Malayalam must have originated from/split from Tamizh, too, because it has a similar letters. And we must be thankful to the Pandiya and Chozha (Chola) dynasties for preserving and enriching the Tamizh culture and literature, and the Chera kings for doing the same to Malayalam.

But with the modern-day English craze, the ancient language of the Tamils that is sometimes even compared with Sanskrit will soon evolve into something else, and might also bring a few English and other words into its vocabulary.

Source: Wikipedia.

Living without whatsapp



Humans have taken thousands of years to evolve from being a filthy-looking cave-man to a fine-looking man with tie and suit. Today’s generation relies highly on technology to do stuff – to shop, we need eBay. To learn something, we need an online tutorial. To learn more about topics, we need webinars. To showcase our talent, we need a blog.
To play chess, we need an online partner… for communication, we need facebook… and twitter… and whatsapp… and viber… and kik… and the list goes on, doesn’t it?

I have lived twenty whole years in this earth without whatsapp, and I had lived fine. But last year, after I got introduced to the ingenious app, it seemed like it was an easy way to communicate with friends. I loved it.

Sometime later, ‘love’ changed to ‘need’. Somewhere before this transformation happened, people around me had switched to whatsapp from the conventional ‘sms’. I stopped sending and receiving smses. Whatsapp was the new ‘sms’. And so, before I knew it, everyone had an android phone just like I did.

And then, one very fine day, the very day after my birthday, my friends had decided to go on a picnic, because we were going to part soon. This was like a farewell picnic… if one even exists. We knew we’d never go out together again, so I went along… to a beach… with my cellphone…
And you guessed it.

Still, I never gave up on it. I had been visiting the cellphone service center regularly, because after ten days of getting my mobile from them, I had to give it back to them. Basically, my phone was living half of its time with me, and half (or even more) of the time with the service center’s people. They would take pleasure in making me wait, and though I missed my phone and knew it missed me too, I would let go and walk away.

But last month, I decided that enough was enough. I had struggled a lot, trying to make it live not-so-peacefully. If that’s what gives you peace, I thought, die, Micromax dearest. And then I put it into its coffin and borrowed my mother’s old Nokia.

And I’m currently using it.

It’s fairly basic. I can make a call (if I have balance, that is, which I never do) and receive calls (this is the only thing I do), send and receive messages (thank god it has this facility, but I don’t have a message pack anyway, so there’s no use).

But the only drawback I find in it is that… it doesn’t support whatsapp. Of course it doesn’t. What kind of basic phone does that? Maybe that tiny soapbox-like Nokia Asha touchscreen thing would, but this one wasn’t that. I had to give up whatsapp.

And ever since I’d given up using whatsapp, I have lost track of things. My friends used to inform me about anything and everything in the common groups, and now, I don’t get any updates, thanks to my peacefully sleeping Micromax. I don’t know what others are thinking, I don’t know when our Yuva team is visiting places or when they announce about fundraisings and such things, I don’t know when I get an important email I have to look out for and if someone informs that via whatsapp, I don’t get those pics that we had taken the day before while we had gone out, I don’t get anything! Not that I got all these when I had it, anyway. I didn’t use it couldn’t use it because the signal always seemed weak in my mobile.

I have just realized that whatsapp has become the place for sharing important information… thanks to the ‘groups’ in whatsapp. Though I didn’t even use whatsapp when I had it, its loss is showing me who’s boss. I thought of installing it on my PC, but bluestacks isn’t co-operating. And at last, I’m left with one opinion that I constantly have – take it easy.

I’ve taken it easy, and am living a whatsapp-free life, and it seems that it’s great to live that way. After all, what are friends for? They might as well call me and tell me if it’s that important. And this way, I have begun making calls, which I rarely do, provided I have whatsapp or a message pack.

Living without a cellphone is fairly easy if you wish so. Even when I had one, because of the poor connectivity, I barely used it. I barely got any calls at one point of time. But now, I feel that this is better… I don’t need a cellphone. I’ve never needed one.

It’s all in the thinking.

Why do I have a blog?



Blogging is a simple thing – login to wordpress, write whatever your fingers feel like typing, then hit ‘publish’. Simple enough.

But when I’m confronted with the question of why I own this beautiful space for myself, I find myself racking my brains for a proper answer. I had no ‘goal’ or any specific thing to tell the world about while starting this blog. All I knew was that I had to have a blog. Just because.

I knew I needed a voice that could be shared with a few invisible, existent people. I knew I liked to get comments and opinions. I knew I had to start a blog, or that particular thing would be left un-ventured in my life.

I googled up about the best free blogging platform, and when I knew no coding is necessary for creating a blog, and as it sounded simple as a pie, I created one. There was no major reason for me to have started it.

But now, I feel thankful for the idea because I now have my own space to share poems, my general opinions, pieces of my writings and whatnot. Blogging can actually help people learn to write in a professional manner, though I have yet to learn writing so. Since this is a personal blog, I never felt the need to actually be very professional and all, but many people might.

So, if you ask me why I need a separate space for myself in the cyber-world, I’d say, “But that’s the coolest thing ever, so why not?”

Why not, indeed?

Methane extraction?


Recently, my friend showed me a video that explained the harm caused by coal bed methane extraction.

Methane, which serves as an excellent source for natural gas, is situated deep inside the earth(formed as a by-product when coal is formed), and we need to bore wells very deep inside the earth and relieve the trapped gas by extracting all the water above it. It’s trapped beneath the water’s pressure, and that is why the water is taken out, so that the methane could be offered a bit of liberty before being captured again by the humans. The remaining ground water that will be left deeper down will be easily contaminated by the heavily toxic chemicals that are used in this process. Some chemicals are even rumoured to be radioactive!

The water is wasted and discharged elsewhere, and life is threatened anywhere around these wells. Even if there was any, salty water of the coal beds would easily mix with the water present (not to mention the chemicals too) and the water would no more be fit for agriculture or domestic purposes. Not to mention the amount of sand needed to build these wells… they might eat up a significant amount of sand from at least a couple of beaches (or maybe more)! And hey, do you know how much water is even needed for all of this?

Read this to know more. This site says that an average of 15 or so gallons of pure water per minute is wasted during extraction.

Horrifying, isn’t it?

A plan to extract methane from the district of Thanjavur, in Tamil Nadu was proposed by some company. Around 2,000 such wells had been planned to be built in and around Thanjavur, it seems. A case was filed against this and went on for long. Fortunately, though, everyone realized the effects caused by this, and the plan was then dropped – the company seems to have lost the case.

If the project had been approved, then Tamil Nadu could have gone to the brink of extinction, and a few states around it would have also suffered the repercussions. Methane is a very clean natural source for fuel, but this is no reason to destroy our environment. After all, nature’s a gift given to us. It has never been ours alone.

Missile preparation at home simplified: an easy, step-by-step procedure.


My father had been a senior scientist officer (or whatever he had been) in DRDL, and has probably been around missiles and stuff for decades, but has never told me a thing about the chemical components needed to prepare one. Anyway, that never stops me from discovering it out by myself. And reveal it to my dearest fellow bloggers, of course.

So… you want to prepare a missile, you say? And destroy that ONE place that has been bothering you since a while. And you need my help for that?

Being the generous genius that I am, I consent! I shall assist you in making it and successfully test-firing it onto your own enemy-land! Now here’s the procedure how to do so…

Ingredients needed:

1. Sulphur (three oh two grams)
2. Potassium Nitrate (three hundred and forty two and a quarter teaspoonfuls of saltpetre, to be precise)
3. Charcoal (fully charred, and decorated with silver glitter-pens for the best effect)
4. A matchstick.
5. A huge plastic bottle.
6. Silicon dioxide
7. H2O (maintained at 100 degree Celsius for seven minutes)
8. A goodbye note (on a red cardboard, please)
9. A strong bell

That will be all.

But, as you have noticed, when I say ‘sulphur’, or ‘saltpetre’, you might fumble through the keys on your keyboard and google how you can find them. Worry not, dear friend, researching about missiles will only alert your internet security provider or whoever it is who is supposed to be watching you that you’ve gradually become a terrorist. We don’t want that now, do we?

I have done all the things and have gathered all the info. So, the only effort from your side is going to be… the making. Never bother yourself with trivial searches, my busy terrorist-friend.
What do we need first? Sulphur.

We don’t want to go to a chemical store or wherever and ask them for “302 grams of Sulphur please”, because they are likely to find out what you’re up to and inform the police. Being the smarter persons, we will not do that. We are revolutionists and scientists in a way! We know that sulphur will be found in volcanic eruptions!

And so, we travel to Mount Etna. (I highly recommend Etna, but you may choose Hawaii if you will.) Please do not choose any other volcanic mountain, because you’re not allowed to research about it in the internet because your ISP or whoever it is who watches over people doing sneaky things in the net already figured you’d do this and is watching your next move and is waiting for you to google about missiles, and because Etna is a cooler choice when compared to volcanoes I don’t know of. You can visit Syracuse nearby. It’s a very lovely city, I tell you.
I know it’s lovely because I have a very good imagination. My long-abandoned novel was based on it. It’s the hub of the Mediterranean and what more’s needed? We’re going there to dig out the cool yellowy stuff that we need to make our missile.

After that’s done, our next plan is to get potassium nitrate. Though this is a top secret, I’m telling you because… well, as I said, I’m generous. *Whispers*Caves belonging to the early-man might contain saltpetre! You just have to step on the dust of the cave and see if you can see your footprints or not after a day. If you do, then we have to look for another cave. If not, well, we’ve found niter-dust! And that will be our base for potassium nitrate.

If you do not like History as I do, and if you do not take pleasure in venturing to Sicily just because you have to get some spoonfuls of dust, you have an alternative: animal excreta. I know! Interesting indeed!
After that, we’re going to go to the jungles, and if you’re a social volunteer or an environment-caretaker or a nature-lover, then forget about your beloved trees for a moment and axe a few trees and burn them, because you’ve already decided on terrorism. There’s no backing away. Not to be afraid of trees.
Forty three minutes before the trees turn to ash, extinguish the fire. Do you have charred wood now? Perfect. Pack it into your duffel bag. We’ll need it.

Next, we need a bit of water and clay to ensure the three substances stick together no matter what. So do take a waste bottle from your home and half-fill it with a mixture of silicon dioxide and hot H2O. Then, add the specified amount of sulphur, saltpetre and a handful of charcoal into the bottle and seal it tightly.

Decorate it with the ‘Goodbye’ note, so that your best friends in that place where you’re going to fire will be able to get your message before they die. Make it red to give a devilish look. They need to realize the urgency and your hard-work to look terrifying. After all, deciding that you’re a terrorist will alone not suffice, will it?
Next, make a hole with a nail and inject the wick inside, so that it touches the disgusting paste inside (never give up because of the smell. Always remember how far you’ve gone for Sulphur and what lengths you’ve gone to extract saltpetre). And then, take out the matchstick and take it very, very near to the wick… and stop there.
Now, shake the bell. Hear that sound? That’s called conscience. It’s pricking you, because you haven’t done anything, and this genius blogger has told you the whole procedure. So, I’m being considerate here, and giving you a chance to do-it-yourself. Exciting stuff can happen only once, so snatch this opportunity away!
Do it yourself space:

Now, it’s time for your lazy brain to think of some super-genius-Akila-ish technique to light it without dying. I will never promise that this super-genius missile will never burst right away. After all, there were no propellants installed. 😀

But… big-hearted as she is, Akila always comes to your aid in times of distress. Here’s a clue: Newton’s third law. Missile propellants are based on this law.

So, the whole ‘propellant thing’ is simplified, thanks to me remembering this little tip from my science textbook a few years ago. Basically… you just need to fire your propellants downwards with a strong force. Due to the ‘strong and opposing force’ that Newton promised, the missile will move up and attack your enemy-place. Easy, isn’t it?

Now you go find out more about the missile propellants. I’m done with sulphur and saltpetre. *sighs out loud.*

.NET? It better be good.


Okay… I haven’t mentioned it in this blog until now, but a few months ago, I got selected for a job in Tata Consultancy Services. And I’m going to take up the job, of course. TCS has split the selected students (1,212 from our whole University) into different streams, based on Lord knows what, and have announced us which stream each of us belong to.

I had been cast into the ‘.NET’ stream it seems. Pardon me, but I know nothing of the stream, though I had entered the interview telling them I’d want to be in the IT field. After all, I have the excuse of calling myself ‘an electronics and communication student, and knows only limited computer science’, despite getting selected in the IT field. 😀

Now, being the smarter organization, TCS has given us the papers they want us to study in our next semester. And I’ve just been told that I’d be studying .NET the next semester. A friend patted me and said “.NET is not all that tough. I think they put you there because you’re an ECE student!”

She also told me that her friends who had gotten into the stream knew at least a bit about .NET. So now, it’s only me who knows nothing of it… a couple of girls from my class – the class in which I studied until last semester- are going to be with me in my next semester, I saw in the list. Not very close, but friends who I can easily start small-talk with. I need to make friends in a span of three to four months in my to-be class!

We are required to attend classes in another campus this year. I’ll be having no more classes in my good ol’ college anymore. I’ll miss it like hell… after all, it’s where I got all the friends who created all the memorable days for me. But I’m excited, because the main branch of our college is quite huge and… is EXTREME FUN!

I’m surely looking forward for these classes, but I’m also a bit nervous, as I don’t know what syllabus lay ahead of me. It seems I’ll have C# and CSS amidst a few others that I didn’t know of, and that is enough to cause me this nervousness. I tried learning a bit of CSS from w3schools, but man, it’s really boring! But it’d be fun after I see the result, I know… but still… it is boring, no matter how I try to defend it and prevent myself from uttering the b-word. Anyway, if the teaching is good, I’d be glad to learn it. It doesn’t look so terrifying, either! And if C# is a bit like C or C++, I’m going to love it!

.NET… you better be good. I’m about to leave all of my previous classmates for you.

Whoever is reading this, if you’ve already read my post where I said I was going to learn web designing in the holidays, here’s a confession from me: I didn’t. I wasted my time. Yet again. 😦

And oh, Happy New Year, by the way! 🙂