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Okay, it's time to take a stand. I've been religiously spending my time after work on the Net reading news and downloading music. This, I've realized, has gone too far. I'm neglecting my books, my blog, my friends, my alter ego, et al. This has got to stop. Life is escaping me like the grains of sand slipping through the fingers.

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Anonymous said…
http://www.metroblogging.com/apply.phtml

http://www.anitabora.com/blog/2006/12/06/metbloggers-meet-infinitea/

it may interest you

Sebastian
Anonymous said…
Come on man write whats going on in u r life rather than commenting on some one elses life.....
All the INTERESETING things happening in u r life ....
May be u need a start ...
'OUR BABY'
Deepanjan said…
Sabu, I don't find city specific blogs all that interesting. A better alternative would be the RSS feeds of news searches via Yahoo! & Google.

Blogs hardly impress me since they seriously lack credibility.
Deepanjan said…
Raghu, my blog tells everyone enough about me, me and me! So stop cribbing!

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