On not feeling like me - this is the 300th post

As a part of the New Year Resolutions (*ahem*), I have decided to be more social, to reach out more and to be less paranoid about most trivial things... such as privacy.

So then, one toyed with the idea of Facebook for a bit (yet another invite from yet another well wisher... *What are you doing woman!! Why aren't you on Facebook* ... to the effect that I pretty much missed the bus... another friend, encouraginly 'lent' me her ID so I could surf around Facebook pretending to be her and well... see how great it was etc). To back that, I thought it will be nice to share photographs from recent and not so recent excursions with general public too...

Bah – the idea lasted for precisely a day. Facebook being too exhibitionist for me to handle, I thunk, if I have to share pics, then why not one of those multitude of photo sharing websites? Thoughts went to Flickr who needed me to have an elusive Yahoo account. My new Year resolution was to be social and not shed my laziness, so I went with Picasa – which is the Google (and much less glamorous) version of the same.

SO then, with a readymade account, all I had to do was to upload photos. Ha. My cursor went to 'download Picasa' link... which somehow held a more mythical promise of automatically uploading all photos without my having to do anything (no, this is not the height of laziness – I am capable of more). It got downloaded, and works a lot like ITunes a k a, complicated. In between my people packed weekend, it got uninstalled.

The Picasa guys are a touchy lot, I felt – they automatically asked me for a feedback and that's what I told them.

Anyhoo... decided manual labour was the way to go. Now I have I think six albums on Picasa. And a friend has religiously commented on a few pics too.

Sigh this is so unlike me. My whole life is out there for everyone to see.

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I don't usually put nail paint on my finger nails – key reason being two: a) habit from tomboyish years, b) am bad at putting nail paint.

But what the hell... the other night, sitting in my duvet, with the nice heater on, feeling all fuzzy and warm, I actually put some nail paint – and guess what, it came out purr-fect.

I told you, I don't feel like me.

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I have also decided I am not going to let Certain People phase me out. Har. Lets see how many hours that lasts for.