<?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-20524051</id><updated>2011-11-25T07:44:51.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free smiles</title><subtitle type='html'>Fun and Relaxing, Useful...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-151831214248300795</id><published>2007-12-25T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:13:40.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; A HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas is a time for giving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A time for love and joyous living,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For glistening splendor and lots of laughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making happy memories forever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But with all the glitter, fun and mirth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's not forget the Christ Child's birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the peace that was meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Lord, let it begin with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And may it spread throughout the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In celebration of our Savior's birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Anna Beth Minyard]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WIH YOU AND YOUR FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-151831214248300795?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/151831214248300795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=151831214248300795&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/151831214248300795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/151831214248300795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; A HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-2804017323068000183</id><published>2007-05-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:48:18.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winners never quit and quitters never win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RlUmOqOPNVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_qRhJAdSJp8/s1600-h/never_give_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067998988969391442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RlUmOqOPNVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_qRhJAdSJp8/s320/never_give_up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Froggie thanks for the lesson, keep trying &amp;amp; never quit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-2804017323068000183?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2804017323068000183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=2804017323068000183&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/2804017323068000183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/2804017323068000183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/05/winners-never-quit-and-quitters-never.html' title='Winners never quit and quitters never win'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RlUmOqOPNVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_qRhJAdSJp8/s72-c/never_give_up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-8384821051911786266</id><published>2007-05-06T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:09:59.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underdog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/Rj5YkVS8BII/AAAAAAAAAC0/JoXS3i1b0Zk/s1600-h/topdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061580412426126466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/Rj5YkVS8BII/AAAAAAAAAC0/JoXS3i1b0Zk/s320/topdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pic Source : &lt;a href="http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/top-dog.html"&gt;http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/top-dog.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An underdog is a person or group in a &lt;a title="Competition" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Competition"&gt;competition&lt;/a&gt;, frequently in &lt;a title="Election" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Election"&gt;electoral politics&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Sports" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sports"&gt;sports&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Creative work" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creative_work"&gt;creative works&lt;/a&gt;, who is popularly expected to lose. The party expected to win is called the favorite or top dog. If the underdog wins, the event is known as an &lt;a title="Upset" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upset"&gt;upset&lt;/a&gt;. These terms are commonly used in &lt;a title="Gambling" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gambling#Sports_betting"&gt;sports betting&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The origin of the word "underdog" comes from naval &lt;a title="Shipbuilding" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shipbuilding"&gt;shipbuilding&lt;/a&gt; when the planks of wood were sawn for their construction. The logs of wood were placed over a pit on planks of wood called "dogs" (a bit like &lt;a title="Fire dog" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_dog"&gt;fire dogs&lt;/a&gt;). The senior sawsman stood on top of the plank and he was the overdog. The junior had to go into the pit and saw and of course he got covered in saw dust. He was the "underdog".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Underdog_(competition"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Underdog_(competition&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are no match for her !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She will make mince meat out of you !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not very encouraging words my daughter faces, but today she is facing a much more tougher opponent who is elder and bigger in her field of sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even her coach has told her you have got nothing to lose as you are the underdog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She might be smaller but she is definitely more athletic... Besides they have never come across each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter says she feels nervous at the start. I have been at the same sport but in a team event where we could always encourage each other and knew there was someone behind you, someone to take the burden when you felt tired and someone to encourage you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel her loneliness, when all the hard work, blood &amp;amp; sweat spilt during the past year will be rewarded or just "DIDN'T WE TELL YOU SO" in the next few minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart goes to my daughter and i would like to see the victorious smile in her face :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the underdog is sleeping peacefully(after her practice yesterday) till i wake her and i can't sleep so i thought i would share my nervousness :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FEEL LIKE AN UNDERDOG, CAN JUST PRAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-8384821051911786266?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8384821051911786266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=8384821051911786266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/8384821051911786266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/8384821051911786266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/05/underdog.html' title='Underdog'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/Rj5YkVS8BII/AAAAAAAAAC0/JoXS3i1b0Zk/s72-c/topdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-4050816198626417462</id><published>2007-04-03T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:23:25.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT OR LONG HAIR</title><content type='html'>Did you wash your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Getting late for school?&lt;br /&gt;Got to comb the hair?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems girls have which boys don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 0f us being boys never had any problems like the above.&lt;br /&gt;Even now a close crew cut makes sure no extra attention&lt;br /&gt;or time is spent on my hair. Even though my wife does not&lt;br /&gt;agree with my crew(criminal) cut, i find it very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows how my wife can manage her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my daughters have been having short hair since&lt;br /&gt;they were young. There were a few tears at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;during haircuts but nowadays they say the teachers and&lt;br /&gt;friends prefer them having short hair.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be happy and have got used to it. My wife has&lt;br /&gt;promised them if they still want long hair, when they get older.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;They can swim anytime they want, don't have to spend hours&lt;br /&gt;on maintenance, less water - oil - shampoo.... my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;My wife has experimented with long/short hair&lt;br /&gt;and u know when she had short hair she just needed a couple&lt;br /&gt;of minutes to get ready. Nowadays it takes a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Besisdes is there any other advantage in having long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I actually find women with short hair more attractive and&lt;br /&gt;energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJkEgcBw8I/AAAAAAAAACM/lQ5LuRRWjr4/s1600-h/short1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049208160825492418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJkEgcBw8I/AAAAAAAAACM/lQ5LuRRWjr4/s320/short1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJkQwcBw9I/AAAAAAAAACU/qa3ya9qhqwE/s1600-h/short3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049208371278889938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJkQwcBw9I/AAAAAAAAACU/qa3ya9qhqwE/s320/short3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJkqQcBw-I/AAAAAAAAACc/HLGwdg3Lcn0/s1600-h/short5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049208809365554146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJkqQcBw-I/AAAAAAAAACc/HLGwdg3Lcn0/s320/short5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJk7gcBw_I/AAAAAAAAACk/UbqFlcZdH7s/s1600-h/short8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJlNwcBxAI/AAAAAAAAACs/OgvQKiHzCL0/s1600-h/short9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049209419250910210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJlNwcBxAI/AAAAAAAAACs/OgvQKiHzCL0/s320/short9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women with long hair seem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJh7AcBw3I/AAAAAAAAABk/kdDwUNHnIWw/s1600-h/long1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJitgcBw4I/AAAAAAAAABs/8tR3bqQns0U/s1600-h/long2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049206666176873346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJitgcBw4I/AAAAAAAAABs/8tR3bqQns0U/s320/long2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJjKQcBw5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/jttNDInG_AU/s1600-h/long3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049207160098112402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJjKQcBw5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/jttNDInG_AU/s320/long3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJjZgcBw6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qjB93aipCTs/s1600-h/long4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049207422091117474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJjZgcBw6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qjB93aipCTs/s320/long4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJjmwcBw7I/AAAAAAAAACE/X4O_8sPjPPc/s1600-h/long5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049207649724384178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJjmwcBw7I/AAAAAAAAACE/X4O_8sPjPPc/s320/long5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do u all think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-4050816198626417462?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4050816198626417462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=4050816198626417462&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/4050816198626417462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/4050816198626417462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-or-long-hair.html' title='SHORT OR LONG HAIR'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RhJkEgcBw8I/AAAAAAAAACM/lQ5LuRRWjr4/s72-c/short1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-4229544874958183770</id><published>2007-03-30T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:13:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>police, lawyer, prosecutor, judge and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RgztLAcBwsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/syMbhwwrVLk/s1600-h/justice.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047670055727383234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RgztLAcBwsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/syMbhwwrVLk/s320/justice.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very interesting incident happened a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policeman dropped home and he had a small notice with him. It was regarding an investment we had made a few years back. one of the double your money schemes where we had invested in instalments. Instead of money doubling the company flew... along with our money. We all made a complaint and this was the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman asked me to come to the court and collect the money (whatever the guy gives). After i signed it he said now don't be absent as u will be served a warrant :( if you waste the court's time by not coming on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally made it to the court very early. After a couple of hours the policeman came, the lawyer, and the guy (representative) who owed us money. The guy said he could give only 30% and i tried to get more of my hard earned money. He said he only got so much and if i wanted more i  will have to come for one more hearing, he knew people would not waste their valuable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer told me to read thro the pages and told me if the judge asks me i have to say that i am happy with the settlement... So finally the judge came and after a few cases they asked me to get into the satchi koondu(witness stand?) There was another old prosecutor and i came to know that he was the guy on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typist : Naan solvathellam sathyam (i will be honest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : sathyam(will speak truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge : Did they tell you how to speak and what to answerto me and in the court? (with a smile on his face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : yes, the lawyer told me what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge towards the lawyer : so u already spoke to the witness and getting the witness to answer as u want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer : no my lord, i was just showing him where to stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor : How can u speak to the witness before the case and alaikalichify  his mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge : Do u know the ethiri? ( i was stunned ethiri??? enemy??? then i realised that was the word used. ) - yes - did he pay u the full amount?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i was a bit worried. i had told sathyam, so whether to say 100% or 30%, but i said 30%. He gave me a look as if i was the guy who was debted. i told him i was happy with whatever i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge : Don't be afraid of the ethiri...(enemy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was frightened that they might call me to the court for another day (one more precious day of my holidays). i told him i am very happy and felt sorry for the poor man who had a loss in his business. judge said u will be happy as u got the money in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge repeated the minutes of the case to the typist and i signed the paper and came off the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a day spent... not bad for the money i got in return... a day at the court.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun but then i didn't want to laugh loud ha ha ha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-4229544874958183770?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4229544874958183770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=4229544874958183770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/4229544874958183770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/4229544874958183770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/03/police-lawyer-prosecutor-judge-and-me.html' title='police, lawyer, prosecutor, judge and me'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jH7zayGauR4/RgztLAcBwsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/syMbhwwrVLk/s72-c/justice.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-1229178197039938409</id><published>2007-02-26T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:16:56.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good :)</title><content type='html'>Going back home, bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of life i missed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son had his interview for joining school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the school teachers knew him as his sisters are already studying in the same school. Two of the teachers interviewed him and my wife said he sat there with a shy smile. He gave only one answer - Green. Thank God, they did not stir his mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughters did great in their sports and i was not there to watch it. they made me feel proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marina beach family get together and milagai bajji's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marina beach... milagai bajji... seem to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life rolls on... let me do some catching up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-1229178197039938409?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1229178197039938409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=1229178197039938409&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/1229178197039938409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/1229178197039938409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-2150347536618693883</id><published>2007-02-22T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:01:26.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pebbles and life :)</title><content type='html'>A good one... all should read!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village money lender. The money lender,who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful daughter.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So he proposed a bargain.He said he would forgo the farmer's debt if he could marry his daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let providence decide the matter.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father's debt would be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer's field.As they talked, the money lender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her? Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money-lender as a cheat.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking.The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking.Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;What would you recommend to the Girl to do?Well, here is what she did ....The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble.Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles."Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into anextremely advantageous one.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:Most complex problems do have a solution. It is only that we don'tattempt to think.Start your day with this thought provoking story and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sardar went hunting one day in Ontario and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home when he wasconfronted by an ornery game warden who didn't like sardars.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The game warden ordered the sardar to show his hunting license, and the sardar pulled out a valid Ontario hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, "This duck ain't from Ontario. This is a Quebec duck.You got a Quebec hunting license, boy?" The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a Quebec hunting licence.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said "This ain't no Quebec duck. This duck's from Manitoba. You got a Manitoba license?" The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a Manitoba hunting license.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said, "This ain't no Manitoba duck. This here duck's from Nova Scotia. You got a Nova Scotia hunting license?" Again the sardar reached into his wallet and brought out a Nova Scotia hunting license.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the sardar "Just where the hell are you from?"The sardar smiled turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said,&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"You tell me, you're the expert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a funny one i relly enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-2150347536618693883?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2150347536618693883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=2150347536618693883&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/2150347536618693883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/2150347536618693883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/02/pebbles-and-life_22.html' title='Pebbles and life :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-3239085529620530951</id><published>2007-02-22T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:01:08.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pebbles and life :)</title><content type='html'>A good one... all should read!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village money lender. The money lender,who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful daughter.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So he proposed a bargain.He said he would forgo the farmer's debt if he could marry his daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let providence decide the matter.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father's debt would be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her  father's debt would still be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown   into jail.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer's field.As they talked, the money lender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her? Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money-lender as a cheat.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking.The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking.Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;What would you recommend to the Girl to do?Well, here is what she did ....The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble.Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles."Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into anextremely advantageous one.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:Most complex problems do have a solution. It is only that we don'tattempt to think.Start your day with this thought provoking story and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sardar went hunting one day in Ontario and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home when he wasconfronted by an ornery game warden who didn't like sardars.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The game warden ordered the sardar to show his hunting license, and the sardar pulled out a valid Ontario hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said, "This duck ain't from Ontario. This is a Quebec duck.You got a Quebec hunting license, boy?" The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a Quebec hunting licence.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said "This ain't no Quebec duck. This duck's from Manitoba. You got a Manitoba license?" The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a Manitoba hunting license.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said, "This ain't no Manitoba duck. This here duck's from Nova Scotia. You got a Nova Scotia hunting license?" Again the sardar reached into his wallet and brought out a Nova Scotia hunting license.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the sardar "Just where the hell are you from?"The sardar smiled turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said,&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"You tell me, you're the expert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a funny one i relly enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-3239085529620530951?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3239085529620530951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=3239085529620530951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/3239085529620530951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/3239085529620530951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/02/pebbles-and-life.html' title='Pebbles and life :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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-20524051.post-117077425381018725</id><published>2007-02-06T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:04:13.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ucal Blind rally !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/758325/blind1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/320/3975/blind1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rally flagged off by Writer Kanimozhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended the blind rally again this year. For people who are not aware.The UCAL annual car rally, where drivers are given authorised blind navigators who read maps in Braille, while we follow their instructions.&lt;br /&gt;The visually impaired navigators are certified by the National Association for the Blind. The 50.03 km rally is based on the time, speed and distance format and is supposed to take 124 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we had participated in the same rally and as i jumped one of the check points (avasaram, avasaram) we lost. This year we made a resolution not to miss any check points. As usual my daughter wrote what Mr. Muthu(our blind navigator) dictated and handed it over to my wife in the front seat. My wife read out the instructions and excited she was , started giving her own directions/asumptions too. As usual (illati life'il kala kalapu irukathu) we went into an argument. stopped the car. the blind man was having fun (like listening to a serial from last year). we then sorted our differences and continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We achieved our goal of getting through all the check points, though we did not finish at the top. But then we had lots of fun and so did Mr.Muthu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-117077425381018725?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/117077425381018725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=117077425381018725&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/117077425381018725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/117077425381018725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/02/ucal-blind-rally.html' title='Ucal Blind rally !!!'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-117065565434116482</id><published>2007-02-04T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:26:50.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As time passes away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/544151/clock4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/320/353256/clock4.gif" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/159233/clock3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/320/776039/clock3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/544151/clock4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/544151/clock4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/159233/clock3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/544151/clock4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/159233/clock3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- "Time" from The Dark Side of the Moon: Pink Floyd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember the days when we were kids my mom asked us whether we wanted to learn music. Her friend was a music teacher and asked us to learn some musical instrument from her. We had all the time in the world to fly kites, play cricket, theeefan polis, ice boy (find out these games) and even play thayam, chozhi... with the akka's above our house... but music ! no time for that nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Years have rolled.... my wife made sure that all my kids learn music. they are learning piano and doing their grades. They had a bit of starting trouble but my wife's insistence paid off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my mom said atleast start learning with them.... mara mandayil engay eruthu... too old for that i told her. she told me that mebbe she should have been a bit more strict with us like how my wife was... when i told her how i felt bad that i did not have any special talent. thought i saw a drop of tear in her eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told her don't worry and enjoy ur grandkids music... and one day when these kids do a recital i said i would be on the stage too turning the page on the music sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway my neighbours know the value of my music... cause when i sing all his donkeys return to his house, scared stiff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's never too late. thats what i tell myself, being telling all along.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/481726/clock1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-117065565434116482?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/117065565434116482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=117065565434116482&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/117065565434116482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/117065565434116482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/02/as-time-passes-away.html' title='As time passes away...'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-117002379640828611</id><published>2007-01-28T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:42:52.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish</title><content type='html'>I think i am very selfish. When i am at home i tend to forget about my blog friends. But then what to do? i am more busy at home than at work. got to compensate the family for the days i was not at home... The computer at home is just for checking email for the next new job details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that happened at home this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for pongal trade fair at island grounds.  as usual milagai bajji, appalam, panju mittai, cauli flower manchurian, plastic broom, door mat, vegetable slicer/peeler, plants... all these are regulars. though nothing much changes at the trade fair we get to visit it every year. never got tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited the marina a few more times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended the ucal blind rally, details in next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual missing the family... starting to read blogs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-117002379640828611?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/117002379640828611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=117002379640828611&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/117002379640828611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/117002379640828611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2007/01/selfish.html' title='Selfish'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-116688209454858523</id><published>2006-12-23T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T05:54:54.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow, Mom's birthday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Mom, as I Look Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find myself wondering.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I remember to thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for all that you have done for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of the times you were by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to help me celebrate my successes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and accept my defeats? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or for teaching me the value of hard work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good judgement, courage, and honesty? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I've ever thanked you for the simple things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The laughter, smiles, and quiet times we've shared? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have forgotten to express my gratitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For any of these things,I am thanking you now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I am hoping that you've known all along,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how very much you are loved and appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WISH YOU ALL BLOGGERS A MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-116688209454858523?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/116688209454858523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=116688209454858523&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116688209454858523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116688209454858523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomorrow-moms-birthday.html' title='Tomorrow, Mom&apos;s birthday :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-116671228424449717</id><published>2006-12-21T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:44:44.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting my blessings, as the year ends :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking down the street,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw a man who had no feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because he had no feet to use,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He did not complain he had no shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I walked further on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met a man who'd lost an arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had no coat; he had no sleeve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I neither heard him cry nor grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few more steps, whom did I spy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But a stumbling man with blinded eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He could not walk this path alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not even hear him groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere else along my walk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met a man who could not talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He could tell no one of his pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He did not grumble or complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another block brought me quite near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To a man who could not hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never once had heard a hymn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he kept his anguish closed within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that same block, whom did I find,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But some lost soul without a mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of babble he did utter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no objection did he mutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much further did I go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw an old man moving slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His hands were gnarled; his back was bent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not one complaint, did I hear him vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my walk was nearly through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found myself approaching you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always say there's something wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, for that reason, hear this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you aware how you've been blest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you see you've no distress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you know how whole you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See where you've been and just how far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you quiet your complaints?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Appreciate those men's restraints?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...for our Father's loving Grace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go you, within those poor souls' place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ginny Ellis Copyright 1999&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i counted my blessings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no reason to whine and moan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smile here comes 2007 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-116671228424449717?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/116671228424449717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=116671228424449717&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116671228424449717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116671228424449717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/12/counting-my-blessings-as-year-ends.html' title='counting my blessings, as the year ends :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-116607161358903520</id><published>2006-12-13T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:46:53.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi kids :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/671726/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/320/910762/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i will miss being home for Christmas and New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am not jealous....  and i did not kill Santa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-116607161358903520?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/116607161358903520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=116607161358903520&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116607161358903520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116607161358903520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-kids.html' title='Hi kids :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-116575957972747930</id><published>2006-12-10T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:10:27.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men(boys) and their gadgets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/843972/mob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/320/23544/mob2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/970605/psp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/320/897271/psp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a man(boy) without a gadget or toy?&lt;br /&gt;the other day one of my colleague/friend had a bet with me. both of us got a bit serious and bet our cool gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosing my toy/gadget was my main concern, though my mind was eyeing out the cool gadget he had on bet and was already starting to make plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4th of through the task and i was winning, ready to grab his toy and you should have seen the look on my friend's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/517066/sad%20puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/320/396675/sad%20puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a sad puppy! as if he was forced/half willingly to give his life for his master with tears in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he justed melted my heart. what to do i would have done the same if i had lost. so i shook his hands and told him to forget the bet and have his toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/779840/pup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/320/648410/pup2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult to separate a man and his toy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-116575957972747930?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/116575957972747930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=116575957972747930&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116575957972747930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116575957972747930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/12/menboys-and-their-gadgets.html' title='Men(boys) and their gadgets'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-116564402657959665</id><published>2006-12-08T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:48:32.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears are words the heart can't express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/1600/251380/blood%20test1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4365/2059/200/301747/blood%20test1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I liked that quote which reminds me of an incident which got a tear in my eye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is a very fussy eater (all my kids are and so was me tells my mom when i was a kid)&lt;br /&gt;I have to cajole him, flatter him, explain popeye's muscles, be a clown, horse... just to make him eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go to the dentist as he had a decay and the dentist did some cleaning of his teeth (another war between him and my mom for brushing teeth). he did not like the sensation plus that week he had his injection(shots) for polio, pox... he absolutely hated the injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried scaring him saying that we will take him to the dentist/doctor for a shot if he does not eat properly, brush his teeth properly... which worked for a few days, though he still made a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back i had to go for my annual medical inspection and i took my son along with me to the clinic. The doctor took blood from my arm and took xrays of my chest and spine with my shirt off. my son came home that day and asked for food (keerai rice was available) and he ate it all of it without a word. my mom and wife were surprised and the explanation he gave was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor injected my arm after tying it and took blood out of it; he also took photos of me without my shirt and he thought all those happened because he did not eat well. so he came and told me you don't have to go the doctor any more for he will eat properly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even that drop of tear in my eye could not express or fathom his love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some time he asked me whether the injection was painful and i replied it was not (foolish of me). he has gone back to his old ways and we have to invent new ways to make him eat properly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-116564402657959665?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/116564402657959665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=116564402657959665&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116564402657959665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116564402657959665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/12/tears-are-words-heart-cant-express.html' title='Tears are words the heart can&apos;t express'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-116352706082183082</id><published>2006-11-14T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:57:40.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting in touch with the ones who care :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/schultz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/schultz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Schultz Philosophy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to actually answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Just read the e-mail straight through, and you'll get the point.&lt;br /&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. &lt;br /&gt;3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America Contest.  &lt;br /&gt;4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.  &lt;br /&gt;5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.   &lt;br /&gt;6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:&lt;br /&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.&lt;br /&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier?The lesson:  The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who care.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today.It's already tomorrow in Australia "(Charles Schultz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home food, cool Chennai, i am trying to get through with my old friends and in the process maybe some more new friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always get stuck, who is going to say hi or hello or shake hands first... when i meet someone new. getting over it and taking the initiative and saying hi... maybe the other person feels the same too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi to all you bloggers too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-116352706082183082?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/116352706082183082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=116352706082183082&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116352706082183082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116352706082183082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/11/getting-in-touch-with-ones-who-care.html' title='Getting in touch with the ones who care :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-116186117084775828</id><published>2006-10-26T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T04:12:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Women can't cook' ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/chef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/chef.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh a healthy 75 kg, so really can't say anything wrong about my mom or my wife's cooking. just a precaution in case they read my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4370934.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4370934.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we got some women chef's /cooks at our site. There were great expectations of the homely and tasty food we were going to get in the future. The first few days there were a few tasty dishes... but then as the days passed by and the crowd increased (about 100 people) the food seem to go back to a routine taste of the same masala powder, spices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast with the male cooks we could demand, curse them... (i would not do it in a restaurant... as i have heard stories of what they do to the food they serve to you) and get some changes. Well looks like we are doomed unless we have to inspire these women to cook something interesting, delecious ....(pazhai ponna nakku...) any ideas ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i read that article.... i feel that women can cook at home for their loved ones all those delecious stuff, but as chef's can they equal their male counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tried cooking at home... and my dog seems to be getting healthy while my family want to go on fasting during those days, a coincidence. well i am learning to cook ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-116186117084775828?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/116186117084775828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=116186117084775828&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116186117084775828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116186117084775828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/10/women-cant-cook.html' title='&apos;Women can&apos;t cook&apos; ???'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-116083330899855804</id><published>2006-10-14T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:41:49.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-------------:) Dare to be Happy :)------------</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dare to be happy - don't shy away,&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reach out and capture the joy of today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is for living! Give it a try;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open your heart to that sun in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dare to be loving, and trusting, and true;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treasure the hours with those dear to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dare to be kind - it's more fun then you know;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give joy to others, and watch your own grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dare to admit all your blessings, and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day count them all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dare to be happy, don't be afraid -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the day which the Lord hath made!&lt;br /&gt;- author unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wife very much appreciated your get well msgs and concern, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks a million, that was very encouraging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-116083330899855804?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/116083330899855804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=116083330899855804&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116083330899855804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116083330899855804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/10/dare-to-be-happy.html' title='-------------:) Dare to be Happy :)------------'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-116048404645047638</id><published>2006-10-10T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T05:40:46.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blog world :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be wondering why i have a picture of the chicken? details later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful time at home. Though it was a bit difficult to leave the kids and have some time alone, we managed to sneak out. Working out to sneak out more. (read previous blog ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 generations of our family  got together at the marina. came out with their own stories... sands of time.... stories of sand. Hopefully we will have more family get togethers at the marina beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well unfortunately &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','7','')" href="http://www.webmd.com/hw/health_guide_atoz/nord145.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chikungunya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; decided to spoil the show. My wife got affected and after a few days the fever... was gone. She is still suffering from pain in joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter who could not pronounce &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','7','')" href="http://www.webmd.com/hw/health_guide_atoz/nord145.asp"&gt;Chikungunya&lt;/a&gt; renamed it as....&lt;br /&gt;chicken konniya?(did u kill the chicken?) and that's why u got this &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','7','')" href="http://www.webmd.com/hw/health_guide_atoz/nord145.asp"&gt;Chikungunya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the doctor has advised no chicken.... maybe true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at work and blogs keep me cheerful. so keep blogging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-116048404645047638?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/116048404645047638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=116048404645047638&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116048404645047638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/116048404645047638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-to-blog-world.html' title='Back to Blog world :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115772460495546438</id><published>2006-09-08T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T07:10:05.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxed... looking forward to go home :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC01011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/DSC01011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tiring week finally got over... back to reading and writing (a) blog&lt;br /&gt;Reports.... handovers....  getting over&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues say they are starting to see a broader smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife and kids eagerly waiting......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious discussion with my colleague...  about child trapped life ???&lt;br /&gt;He asked me when was the last time i spent some time all alone with my wife...(not at home)&lt;br /&gt;allllllllllll alllllllooooooonnnnnneeeeee.... no children ... only the two of us... like a movie... dinner... dance...&lt;br /&gt;told him honestly ... not really after the kids were born.... other than the drive to the school to pick up the kids in the afternoon, or a morning walk... (movies, dinners, kids are always there) hopefully when the youngest one goes to school next year we will have a few hours in the mornings to ourselves :)&lt;br /&gt;well from his life experiences he said we should spend some time, only the two of us doing something romantic... candle light dinner, romantic movie....&lt;br /&gt;i told him i would miss my kids terribly, i won't be able to eat the good stuff without my kids... enjoy a movie having a hearty laugh without the kids...&lt;br /&gt;Try it out... is what he said&lt;br /&gt;Well i am listening to Kenny Rogers, the song goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If he could only read her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She'd say:Buy me a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Call me fromwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Open the door for me what would it hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Show me you love me by the look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;These are the litte things I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; need the most in my life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mmmmmmm... the second half of the song goes like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I bought you a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On the way home from work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and I opened the doorto a heart that I hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I hopeed you noticed by the lookin my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that I'm gonna make things right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forthe rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I'm gonna hold you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause you are the little thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that I need the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Made up my mind, heart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surfing the net for new romantic surprises... things we have never done before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for start will pick up a romantic fragrance perfume for her... suggestions welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blogs pulled me thro, thanks ... will blog from home. Thanks to u too Bob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115772460495546438?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115772460495546438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115772460495546438&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115772460495546438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115772460495546438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/09/relaxed-looking-forward-to-go-home.html' title='Relaxed... looking forward to go home :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115660011531709779</id><published>2006-08-26T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T07:05:27.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/image6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/200/image7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/image8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/image8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/image9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/image9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubs or Pork Chops&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;In a zoo in California, a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. Unfortunately, due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, they died shortly after birth.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The mother tiger after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cubs, perhaps she would improve.&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The only"orphans" that could be found quickly, were a litter of wiener pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger. Would they become cubs or pork chops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look........ You won't believe your eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115660011531709779?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115660011531709779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115660011531709779&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115660011531709779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115660011531709779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/08/mothers-love.html' title='Mother&apos;s love :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115633888332643781</id><published>2006-08-23T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T06:24:55.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling after 3 beers :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/beer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good one!!!!!This particular joke won an award for the best joke in a competition organized in Britain and this joke was sent by an Indian.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Banta Strikes Back!!! Banta Singh walks into a bar in Ludhiana &amp; orders three glasses of Beer and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.The bartender asks him, "You know, beer goes flat after I fill it in the glass; it would taste better if you bought one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Dubai, the other in Canada, and I'm here in Ludhiana. When they left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. Banta Singh becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way: He orders three Beers and drinks them in turn.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;One day, he comes in and orders only two Beers. All the other regulars notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says," I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Banta Singh looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs. "Oh, no," he, says,&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Everyone's fine - both my brothers are alive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Only thing is ---- I  just quit drinking"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115633888332643781?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115633888332643781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115633888332643781&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115633888332643781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115633888332643781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/08/smiling-after-3-beers.html' title='Smiling after 3 beers :'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115606749951209898</id><published>2006-08-20T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:51:39.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring weekends</title><content type='html'>How come everyone disappears during the weekends?&lt;br /&gt;while i sit down here noticing that the activity on&lt;br /&gt;the blogsphere during weekends get less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i was browsing the net and came across these articles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wooden Bowl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl! When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.&lt;br /&gt;The four-year-old watched it all in silence.One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How to get promoted - wow have to work on this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rules of Work – How To Get Promoted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rule 1 - The Boss is always right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 2 - If the Boss is wrong, see Rule 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 3 - Those who work get more work. Others get pay, perks, and promotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 4 - Ph.D. stands for "Pull Him Down". The more intelligent a person, the more hardworking a person, the more committed a person… the more number of persons are engaged in pulling that person down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 5 - If you are good, you will get all the work. If you are really good, you will get out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 6 - When the Bosses talk about improving productivity, they are never talking about themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 7 - It doesn't matter what you do, it only matters what you say you've done and what you are going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 8 - A pat on the back is only a few centimeters from a kick in the butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 9 - Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 10 - The more crap you put up with, the more crap you are going to get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 11 - If at first you don't succeed, try again. Then quit. No use being a darn fool about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 12 - When you don't know what to do, walk fast and look worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 13 - Following the rules will not get the job done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 14 - If it weren't for the last minute, nothing would get done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 15 - Everything can be filed under "Miscellaneous". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 16 - No matter how much you do, you never do enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 17 - You can do any amount of work provided it isn't the work you are supposed to be doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 18 - In order to get a promotion, you need not necessarily know your job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 19 - In order to get a promotion, you only need to pretend that you know your job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rule 20 - The last person that quit or was fired will be held responsible for everything that goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enjoy ur weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115606749951209898?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115606749951209898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115606749951209898&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115606749951209898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115606749951209898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/08/boring-weekends.html' title='Boring weekends'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115604828146639358</id><published>2006-08-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:51:09.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shivaji statue !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/shivaji.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/shivaji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/shivaji.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, this photo was taken by my daughter when we visited the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bit of controversy(political) before they installed this statue in&lt;br /&gt;the Marina beach, by the Gandhi statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked perfectly in line with the Ashoka chakra at the back.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that there was something elso also in line with the statue and&lt;br /&gt;the chakra and that was one of her subjects of the photo.&lt;br /&gt;She finally pointed it to me and i looked like a :(&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lowlight conditions(evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u spot it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/shivaji.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115604828146639358?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115604828146639358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115604828146639358&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115604828146639358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115604828146639358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-shivaji-statue.html' title='New Shivaji statue !'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115590867550401146</id><published>2006-08-18T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T06:44:35.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeevan's tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jeevansworld.blogspot.com/2006/08/quotes-tag.html"&gt;Jeevan&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for 5 random quotes.&lt;br /&gt;i took the privilege of changing it to car bumper stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stickers are humorous, some have a msg, - no offense meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write down any funny sticker u might have come across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Help your local Search &amp; Rescue. Get lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jesus loves you. But I'm his favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't have a beer gut, I have a protective covering for my rock hard abs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Be nice to your kids.They'll choose your nursing home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AS LONG AS THERE ARE TESTS,THERE WILL BE PRAYER IN SCHOOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don’t follow me. I’m lost too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bumper Stickers Solve Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vegetarian: Indian word for lousy hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Comment in with something funny or humorous u have come across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115590867550401146?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115590867550401146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115590867550401146&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115590867550401146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115590867550401146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/08/jeevans-tag.html' title='Jeevan&apos;s tag'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115576758089017091</id><published>2006-08-16T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T15:33:00.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A smile for the day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Midlife crisis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;When I was married 25 years, I took a look at my wife one day and said, “Honey, 25 years ago, we had a cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10 inch black and white TV. But now I have a big bed and a plasma screen TV, but I'm sleeping with a 50 year old woman. It seems to me that you are not holding up your side of things.”My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told me to go out and find a hot 25 year old blonde, and she would make sure that I would once again be living in a cheap apartment, driving a cheap car, and sleeping on a sofa bed.Aren't older women great? They really know to solve your mid-life crises...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woman without her man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;An English professor wrote on the blackboard:&lt;br /&gt; woman without her man is nothing&lt;br /&gt;and told his students to add punctuation to it.The males in the class wrote: “Woman, without her man, is nothing.”The females wrote: “Woman! Without her, man is nothing.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;True love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If you love something, set it free.If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours.If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.If it just sits in your living room,messes up your stuff,eats your food,uses your telephone,takes your money,and never behaves as if you actually set it free in the first place,you either married it or gave birth to it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Insufficient Brain Study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A lengthy new study by a South American scientist from Argentina has discovered that people with insufficient brain and sexual activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115576758089017091?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115576758089017091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115576758089017091&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115576758089017091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115576758089017091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/08/smile-for-day.html' title='A smile for the day :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115570442983327396</id><published>2006-08-15T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:00:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New contract, project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/beach.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/beach.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My son got a contract with this horse dance group (kuthirayattam) on the marina beach. He has to dance along with that gal and his reward is an ice candy (he does not want a chocobar or cup....    :)   he is very very happy and contended :) &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;A  new project / contract has put a smile on my face too. the best thing is continous internet access, so should be blogging again and start reading other blogs too :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Got a new camera with a few extra features for the first time. At present my daughter is playing with it and she said she will email some of her interesting shots and let me know of the extra features it has&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115570442983327396?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115570442983327396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115570442983327396&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115570442983327396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115570442983327396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-contract-project.html' title='New contract, project'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115542243644600848</id><published>2006-08-12T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T15:40:36.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Moons :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Moons visible on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;27 August '06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; Chance of a LIFETIME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Planet Mars will be the brightest in the night sky starting next August 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;This will cultimate on Aug. 27 when Mars comes within 34.65 M miles of Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Be sure to watch the sky on Aug. 27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"&gt;12:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;. It will look like the Earth has 2 Moons. Don't Miss it.....&lt;br /&gt;The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;NOTE : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Share this with your friends as NO ONE ALIVE TODAY will ever see it again. ONLY LIFETIME CHANCE THIS TIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115542243644600848?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115542243644600848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115542243644600848&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115542243644600848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115542243644600848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-moons.html' title='Two Moons :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115407500969508092</id><published>2006-07-28T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:42:23.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the world going to?</title><content type='html'>Got this :( :( :(  by email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your co-operation require in spreading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what they did in Japan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They eat small (dead) children  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/child1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/child1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/child2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/child2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/child3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/child3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/child3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 681px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/child3.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can access anything with blogspot in the URL&lt;br /&gt;but found that blogger.com works&lt;br /&gt;This article wiped the smile out of my face :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115407500969508092?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115407500969508092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115407500969508092&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115407500969508092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115407500969508092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-is-world-going-to.html' title='Where is the world going to?'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115288476678904151</id><published>2006-07-14T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T06:46:06.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come home, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC00833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/DSC00833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not resist his call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Packed my bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got to make up for lost time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catch u all later :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115288476678904151?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115288476678904151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115288476678904151&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115288476678904151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115288476678904151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/07/come-home-please.html' title='Come home, please'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115245064765818459</id><published>2006-07-09T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:23:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football, Winning &amp; Team spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/troph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/200/troph.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had voted for Germany to win. my logic was that it was their home ground and the spectators being a majority would inspire them to win plus the referees might be a bit partial too. But tonight it is going to be a battle between France and Italy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watching these world cup mtaches reminded me of the football match when we were at school. must have been 12 or 13 years old. we had this match and had to win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other team were the favourites and were better players than us. We relied more on our spectator support and the whole class students had come to cheer us. The match begun and we gave a good fight, but by half time we were two goals down. We could only defend as the other team was strong and on the strike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After half time, more encouraging words... we started with full force and shot two goals and levelled the score. We were on the offensive the ball was always in their half. The game was going the way we had dreamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were pretty confident of winning when the referee(school PET) stopped the game. He got everyone playing to the middle of the ground and got a count of the players in each team. The opposition team had 11 players while our team had 21 players in it playing with full vigour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was surprised to see quite a few of my friends who were cheering in the ground. The game was awarded to the other team as we were unfair according to him. but we felt that the team spiri (to win) took over us. We lost the game but as friends we stood together with one aim - to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel Italy might win tomorrow but watch out there might be more than 11 players playing, for the country :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115245064765818459?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115245064765818459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115245064765818459&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115245064765818459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115245064765818459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/07/football-winning-team-spirit.html' title='Football, Winning &amp; Team spirit'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115202079452621580</id><published>2006-07-04T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:05:12.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/flag-j.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/200/flag-j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all my American friends and friends living in America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/flag-j.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115202079452621580?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115202079452621580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115202079452621580&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115202079452621580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115202079452621580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday America'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115201559313247094</id><published>2006-07-04T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T15:12:41.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Konakkai (Crooked Hand)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/eagle.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was young one of my pet names my mother used to call me was konakkai (crooked hands). i could not take anything from one place to another without spilling.... or dropping it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i think about it realise that my hand did not coordinate with my brain and did things of its own. it was as if it had a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even nowadays the key would be in my hand and my brain keeping track of it. All of a sudden the key would be missing. the brain would go crazy trying to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever crooked or forgetful my hands are they are hardworking and earn my daily wages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy people who have artistic hands or talented hands like the snaps below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/eagle.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/eagle.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/eagle1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/eagle1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/giraffe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/giraffe.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/elephant.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/elephant.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/cheetah.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/cheetah.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115201559313247094?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115201559313247094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115201559313247094&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115201559313247094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115201559313247094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/07/konakkai-crooked-hand.html' title='Konakkai (Crooked Hand)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115184219767377785</id><published>2006-07-02T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T05:09:57.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.  ~Roger Caras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog Scooby died today. He was not feeling well for a few days. My wife and kids took him to the vet but he did not make it. Everyone is a bit upset and so am I. He was a very happy and active dog. The cats are happy though.&lt;br /&gt;It is as if we have lost a family member :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115184219767377785?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115184219767377785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115184219767377785&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115184219767377785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115184219767377785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/07/dogs-are-not-our-whole-life-but-they.html' title='Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.  ~Roger Caras'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115176222922466875</id><published>2006-07-01T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T06:57:09.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of darkness and shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were kids there were not much of computers nor many tv channels or video games. We usually invented our own games and being 3 boys (along with the neighbourhood boys)it was always very competitive and tough. One game we invented for a rainy day was the dark room game(usually played in the night). We had a small room (10'X10') with windows on two sides. We would close all thw windows and doors, switch off the lights and one person has to find the boys inside the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple of sofas in the room, and armed with a lot of pillows which we would throw on the catcher. Even if someone was caught had to find out who it was and usually we gave them a pinch. the guy usually moved to another place inside the room bearing the pain and without giving a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game was lots of fun plus it helped us hone our sense of vision, hearing and touch. It was my turn one day and i had caught all of them except my elder brother. i searched for the usual places could not find him. i sat down in a corner waiting for him to move, but my patience ran out. finally i told him i lost and switched on the light. There he was hanging from the ceiling fan like a bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today when we gather at his house for a get together we play the dark room game with all the kids in one of his room, more bigger, darker and i tell them how i lost the game because he was hanging from the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what my daughter said when she is the catcher the first thing when she enters the dark room will be to switch on the ceiling fan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fact is this game has helped the kids to overcome their fear of darkness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115176222922466875?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115176222922466875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115176222922466875&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115176222922466875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115176222922466875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/07/fear-of-darkness-and-shadows.html' title='Fear of darkness and shadows'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115154021337251656</id><published>2006-06-28T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:33:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confident winning smiles :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/winning.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/200/winning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Print" href="javascript:void" option="com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;amp;amp;id=272&amp;Itemid=0&amp;amp;pop=1&amp;page=0'," status="no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,titlebar=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=640,height=480,directories=no,location=no');&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="E-mail" href="javascript:void" option="com_content&amp;task=emailform&amp;amp;id=272'," status="no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,titlebar=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=400,height=250,directories=no,location=no');&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it running wild wondering what people are thinking about your outfit / weight / base concealed pimple, or is it taking in the surroundings and absorbing the 'vibe' in the room? What's your posture like? Are your shoulders slightly slumped with your chin dipped towards the floor a little (in light of the 'belief' that if you can't see them, they can't see you!) or are your shoulders back and your chin parallel to the floor, showing maximum body presence? How is your breathing? Are you unconsciously holding your breath - at best taking in very shallow gulps (the quiet ones - in case anyone hears you!) or is your breathing full, deep lung filling stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an eternal optimist I am hoping that you were able to say that you walk into a room with smiling eyes which acknowledge friendly glances, head up, shoulders back and breathing comfortably - all while enjoying your surroundings and not thinking for a second that anyone is judging you. Sadly, statistics shoot my optimism down some what. The numbers out there suggest that there is a mere 10 to 15% of people on this planet who exhibit the characteristics associated with high levels of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lack self confidence for a number of reasons - our early experiences in life, the kinds of relationships we had with the important adults in our lives (parents, relatives, teachers) and the kinds of messages we received (verbal and non-verbal) which were either affirming and affectionate or destructive and critical. When we are young we see ourselves as mirrors of the people around us - for this reason parents with low self confidence end up raising kids with equally low self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If parents with low self confidence do in fact raise children who lack self confidence too, we need to break the cycle for ourselves. Self Confidence affects every aspect of our lives. It affects who we are friends with, our choice of career, our physical well being as well as our levels of success and happiness. Considering all this, let's start increasing our self confidence with the following 3 Winning Women's Secrets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• HEAR WHAT YOU ARE SAYING TO YOURSELFThe way we speak to ourselves arises from the attitudes we have about ourselves, others and the world. If our attitude is negative we will have self-talk / thoughts that continually say things like: "I'm no good at that", "everybody else is better than I am" and "the world is a cruel place to be". We need to immediately start taking note of what we are saying to ourselves on an ongoing basis. We need to start thinking about what we are thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad number research has unveiled is that we spend up to 95% of our head time in the negative self-talk zone. Positive self-talk gets a pathetic 5% air time. No wonder we battle with self confidence. If we keep telling ourselves the same things (demeaning, critical and judgemental things) we will come to believe them as true about ourselves. Similalry (and fortunately) if we keep telling ourselves wonderful, positive things - we will believe them too. There is no way on earth that a person can be negative and highly self confident. The 2 just don't live together in one body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's really start taking note of the things we say to ourselves. Thereafter we need to analyse how true they are. If they are true and can be changed - let's change them. If they are true and can't be changed - let's dump them and replace them with more positive self-talk. If they are not true - then stop the thoughts immediately. If you visit one of these thoughts ever again - simply stop the thought process in mid stream - it can be done and is a wonderful thing to practice. By stopping our internal whining we will suddenly find that we are not so bad, other people are amazing individuals too and this planet is a wondrous place to live. Changing our thoughts will change our lives! • PLAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LIFESTYLE THAT WORKS FOR YOUHow we take care of OURSELVES is a dead give away as to what level of self confidence we have. If we find we are constantly partaking in activities such as: continuous rushing around, bad eating habits, dependence on caffeine / alcohol / pain killers, rarely saying "No" to demands made on us, taking no leisure time for ourselves, living in the future or the past, battling to accept compliments or even never asking for help - all mean we lack self confidence. All these activities are neglectful of ourselves and we are inadvertently saying we do not deserve: a calm lifestyle, wealth or increased health, help from others and many more confidence destroying beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By not changing our lifestyle we are ensuring our low self confidence. We need to push pause on the planet for about 30 minutes in our week in order to plan. A realistic, workable plan will change the way we live our lives. We too can arrive at appointments on time, having had a healthy lunch we packed the night before simply because we may have delegated a few of the tasks we would have previously ploughed our way through. We are more than worthy of a lifestyle that puts us back into the equation as number ONE, and not number 2 to the entire world and its demands. Let's start taking control of our lives, remembering if we don't have a plan for ourselves the rest of the world will make the plans for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• STOP PERSONALISINGThis is something we women do on a dangerous level. We tend to personalise things which should NEVER be personalised. We often battle to separate ourselves from others behaviours or words. We personalise another's behaviour or words as saying something about ourselves when in actual fact no matter what the other person says or does it IS NOT ABOUT US - IT IS ABOUT THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to start recognising our tendency to personalise in order to curb this confidence destroying behaviour. A wonderful technique to start using when there is a verbal "attack" or someone's behaviour is having a negative impact is TO GO SEARCHING FOR THE "I". This is a technique which reinforces that what the other person is saying or doing is not about us, but about them. It works like this:When next someone throws a strong sentence at you that contains the word "you", as in: "You are so stupid" ask yourself the following question: "What is this saying about the person speaking to me?" The intention here is to return the person's statement back to them in the form of a question. This technique is used in order to get the person to replace the initial "you" with an "I". We are basically trying to get to the hidden message here - as there usually is one hidden in every strong sentence.So we would ask something along the lines of: "In what way do you think I am stupid?". The answer might very well come back in the form of a another "you" statement like "you just are", which means we have to calmly return the message: "But I am not clear on how you find me stupid". Eventually the "I" will emerge in the form of: "I never get consulted on decisions that are made". Aha, the message they were originally sending out had nothing to do with us - it was all about THEIR insecurity / frustration or bad hair day - NOT OURS. Try this one out, it stops one personalising things that just shouldn't be personalised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self confidence is not something that belongs to "someone" else and is not something you are either born with or without - it is a very valuable resource we all deserve and CAN have. Self confidence starts with a host of acknowledgements. We need to acknowledge our past and accept that we can't change the past, so therefore need to work with the present. The present is ours to mould and the past need have nothing to do with the present. If for example the world has always seen you as a shy, introvert who continually acts as everyone's doormat - that doesn't mean that has to continue. We need to acknowledge that we are the only ones who have the real power to change our confidence level - only we can make the decision to change, to practice the changes and to stop letting external issues affect our internal confidence. A decision to change, followed by the actions you have decided on will ensure greater self confidence and a happier more balanced life. So what if the people around us get a shock when we change things - they'll soon get used to the new and improved Confident us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents we are our children's first educators, so we owe it to them to look after ourselves and work on our own confidence levels. Let's start with baby steps, but at least make one simple move every day towards greater self confidence. Let's challenge ourselves. Let's start walking into rooms slowly, shoulders back, making eye contact with the people who want to feast their eyes on another Confident Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshni Mehta&lt;br /&gt;Batho Pele Unit Champion&lt;br /&gt;Occupational Health and Safety UnitCorporate Services &amp;amp; HR Cluster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115154021337251656?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115154021337251656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115154021337251656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115154021337251656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115154021337251656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/06/confident-winning-smiles.html' title='Confident winning smiles :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115153907403324488</id><published>2006-06-28T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:57:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joystick car</title><content type='html'>Don't worry if your kids are too much into video games.&lt;br /&gt;You will need someone to drive you around&lt;br /&gt;when you are old.&lt;br /&gt;So get your kid a joystick and some latest car games&lt;br /&gt;train them to face the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/seven.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/seven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/seven.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/seven.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115153907403324488?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115153907403324488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115153907403324488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115153907403324488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115153907403324488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/06/joystick-car.html' title='Joystick car'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115095299397120739</id><published>2006-06-21T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:09:53.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, finally got the time :)</title><content type='html'>1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Call support if you need further help&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&amp;amp; catch air?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: u might not have much air left to breathe&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: blue screen - no signal&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 0910&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 0921&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Ans engines, aircon, machines&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 0900 - tea break&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: whether the net was working&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: coveralls&lt;br /&gt;10. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: laughing while i am doing this tag/quiz&lt;br /&gt;11. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: tools, manuals, tel nos, instructions...&lt;br /&gt;12. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: me...?&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: helping me kill time now&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: don't remember the name, a romantic movie on cd&lt;br /&gt;15. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: at present buy thayir satham nakku sethu pochu&lt;br /&gt;16. Tell me something about you that I don’t know?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: i grew up from a boy&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or&lt;br /&gt;politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: go back to prehistoric times, eat fruit from tree, live like prehistoric man&lt;br /&gt;18. Do u like to Dance?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: depends on the partner&lt;br /&gt;19. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: ms.junior&lt;br /&gt;20. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: junior&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: work abroad, live in india&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:rather, what will God say? who are u, never seen u before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115095299397120739?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115095299397120739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115095299397120739&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115095299397120739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115095299397120739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged-finally-got-time.html' title='Tagged, finally got the time :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115064074034359189</id><published>2006-06-18T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:33:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss my father - father's day</title><content type='html'>- Father's dayi thought of my father&lt;br /&gt;tear drops rolled down my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i wish... he was here with me&lt;br /&gt;and still show me how to live my life&lt;br /&gt;He had friends rich and poor&lt;br /&gt;all were the same to him&lt;br /&gt;He taught us how to swim&lt;br /&gt;in the water and thro difficult times&lt;br /&gt;with sincerity and honesty&lt;br /&gt;He always shared his knowledge&lt;br /&gt;and many a lesson did i learn, so did others&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i would be as much of a dad&lt;br /&gt;to my kids as he was to me&lt;br /&gt;wish he had been with my kids too&lt;br /&gt;well maybe God wanted me to stand on my legs&lt;br /&gt;so he took him away&lt;br /&gt;but i still know he watches me everday&lt;br /&gt;and whispers me to be a good dad&lt;br /&gt;we had our adventures, fun times,&lt;br /&gt;hugs, laughter, joys and sorrows ...&lt;br /&gt;as i have today with my kids&lt;br /&gt;but when my kids say&lt;br /&gt;'i love u dad' i never recollect saying that to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;my father knows my hugs and smiles meant the same&lt;br /&gt;but dad at times i have hurt you never said a sorry&lt;br /&gt;and i know u will understand...this one is from my heart&lt;br /&gt;"i love u dad" and wish u were here with me&lt;br /&gt;for i still feel/want to be a kid with a dad like everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115064074034359189?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115064074034359189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115064074034359189&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115064074034359189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115064074034359189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/06/miss-my-father-fathers-day.html' title='Miss my father - father&apos;s day'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-115049809995035649</id><published>2006-06-16T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:48:19.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chennai - city of smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/telephone.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/telephone.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day i missed my handphone and realised it only when i reached home. Pochu(gone)... + prepaid card with Rs1500/= gone case was my thought. Anyway i said let me call my phone and see whether it is ringing somewhere in the house (i am so forgetful). no chance. i could hear the phone ringing in my earpiece and after a few rings a voice answered back.&lt;br /&gt;"phone ingay thaan irukku sikkaramay vanthu eduthukongao" ...(the phone is here, pls come and pick it up early). i asked who was itand where was the phone? the reply was tender coconut shop. the shop is at the corner of the indhranagar 3 road junction by the bike showroom.&lt;br /&gt;i immediately went and collected it from them. they refused to take a token of appreciation also.&lt;br /&gt;i have lost quite a bit in many cities but chennai was the city which got my smile back again.&lt;br /&gt;if u go there u can see he has about 4 white mouse running through his coconuts.&lt;br /&gt;pictures later as i have forgotten them on a different computer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-115049809995035649?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/115049809995035649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=115049809995035649&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115049809995035649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/115049809995035649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/06/chennai-city-of-smiles.html' title='Chennai - city of smiles'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114987265490200218</id><published>2006-06-09T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:52:01.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where time slows down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emerald Islands (Andamans)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hatching The Perfect Holiday"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Returned back after a relaxed ........ holiday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flying first time - Air Deccan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This holiday would not have been possible if not for &lt;a href="http://airdeccan.net/airdeccan/home.asp"&gt;Air Deccan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very reasonably priced :) Clean planes and for snacks we had taken a bag of crunchies and munchies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We thought of taking the ship one way(costlier than &lt;a href="http://airdeccan.net/airdeccan/home.asp"&gt;AD&lt;/a&gt;) but we were fortunate as a fellow passenger explained how it took 11 days to reach Port Blair after the ship broke down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only problem was they had open/free tickets and when we boarded nearly all the window/aisle seats were taken and we were sitting in different rows. After some requests we managed to get together and the kids got window seats :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/airdeccan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The islands looked so beautiful from air. green island with a narrow border of white beach, surrounded by light bluish green shallow waters and then the dark blue deep sea. No wonder they are called Emerald Islands. After a smooth flight we landed at Port Blair, we took a ferry to Havelock island in the afternoon.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stayed at Dolphin Resorts(Tourism of India) which is on this beautiful beach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sand is pure white and like powder(different from Marina beach). It was a sheltered beach and so not much of waves and shallow. Water was crystal clear and you could see the fish, corals...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The picture below is Elephant beach which has some of the most beautiful corals in he world. As you can see the vegetation is right upto the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did snorkelling and scuba diving over here and discovered that it is a totally new world under the sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/r001-022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I got an underwater disposable camera and the pictures looked OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/r001-023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw a ariety of fish, turtles,corals....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/r001-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He wanted to give it a try but he will have to wait till he gets older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A beautiful lighthouse on the way back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then on the way back at Port Blair we visited the cellular jail, where the English had the Indian patriots(Veer Savarkar....) in jail. After seeing the cells, musuems, sound and light show, I wonder whether we give too much importance to Gandhiji... while many people died in prison away from the main land . Out of the seven wings only 3 are remaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Place of sound and light show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/and1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisoners did hard labour getting oil out of coconuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/and2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cells in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/and4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;where they were executed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/and3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It did bring tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have time to see the only active volcano in India and a few more islands... but then we will catch it the next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/airdeccan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/airdeccan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Air Deccan brought us back home. Managed to get some seats together :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time passed very very slow at Andamans. Sun rose at 4.30 AM nd the day was lonnggggggg as if we had more than 24 hours a day. I got a clock from there so that i could have a longggggggg day in Chennai tooo. But the clock seems to know it is in the fast world and back to a world where there is not enough time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to enjoy a longgg holiday where u can enjoy every minute do visit Emerald Islands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114987265490200218?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114987265490200218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114987265490200218&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114987265490200218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114987265490200218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-time-slows-down.html' title='Where time slows down'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114769644247256457</id><published>2006-05-15T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:14:20.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMMA -Something to share on Mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Picture1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She cooked for students &amp;amp; teachers to support the family-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day at school one of my classmates said,"EEEE, your mom only has one eye!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to bury myself.I also wanted my mom to just disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I confronted her that day and said, " If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom did not respond... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was oblivious to her feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I studied real hard, got a chance to go to Singapore to study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I got married.I bought a house of my own.I had kids of my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then one day, my mother came to visit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my children!"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My neighbors said that she died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did not shed a single tear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My dearest son,I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to Singapore and scared your children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I gave you mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my love to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recd it on email, power point, copied and pasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114769644247256457?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114769644247256457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114769644247256457&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114769644247256457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114769644247256457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/05/amma-something-to-share-on-mothers-day.html' title='AMMA -Something to share on Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114765672296478383</id><published>2006-05-14T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:33:31.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE ME HOME, COUNTRY ROADS :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC00778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/DSC00778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dark and dusty, painted on the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Misty taste of moonshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teardrops in my eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Country Roads, take me home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the place I belong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chennai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always loved this song especially when I am going back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Job nearly over, hopefully by this weekend I will be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need a real break(outdoor trip) before the kids go back to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No computers, no net, no cellphones as there is no network over there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time with the family getting my kids involved into something new that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they will enjoy for the rest of their life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bloggers thank you for all those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;interesting blogs, comments ... that kept me alive :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be back with some new photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114765672296478383?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114765672296478383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114765672296478383&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114765672296478383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114765672296478383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/05/take-me-home-country-roads.html' title='TAKE ME HOME, COUNTRY ROADS :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114721351387580738</id><published>2006-05-09T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:34:53.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When all eyes are on you, Wink :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naute.com/wink/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/monkey.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                 (Click on the monkey for further details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have i forgotten something crucial at the big moment?&lt;br /&gt;I would have taken extra care assembling or getting my job/project perfect and when the final moment arrives, when it has to be running or shown as a demo i would forget something crucial. The whole process would be stopped and everyone's eyes are on me, ready to tear me apart. I used to feel bad, mumble a sorry, make a sad figure of myself and correct it. Till I met this friend gave me this advice never feel bad because of a silly mistake. When all eyes are on you, wink at them with a smile and say something funny, humorous &amp;amp; continue. Don't let yourself down and that's absolutely true.&lt;br /&gt;When u see the Miss World competitions at times the competitors slip... but they make use of that extra attention and glide their way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114721351387580738?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114721351387580738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114721351387580738&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114721351387580738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114721351387580738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-all-eyes-are-on-you-wink.html' title='When all eyes are on you, Wink :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114665974983557606</id><published>2006-05-02T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T05:39:34.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the top &amp; down the slide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC00899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/DSC00899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nearly halfway through my project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tough part of it is over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the next half should be an easy slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catch up on blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sudokku(new addiction)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114665974983557606?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114665974983557606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114665974983557606&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114665974983557606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114665974983557606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/05/over-top-down-slide.html' title='Over the top &amp; down the slide'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114654560482098310</id><published>2006-05-02T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:53:24.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroke signs thro email</title><content type='html'>Had seen this before, but not this clearly and not with the tip about sticking out the tongue.? Good to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STROKE: Remember The 1st Three Letters...2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;STROKE IDENTIFICATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend sent this to me and encouraged me to post it and spread the word, I agreed. If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks. Seriously . please read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) and just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food - while she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the afternoon. Ingrid's husband called later?saying that his wife had been taken to the hospital and passed away. She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some stroke victims?don't die, they end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a minute to read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within three hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke . . . totally. He said the trick was having a stroke recognized, diagnosed and then getting the patient medically cared for within three hours, which is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECOGNIZING A STROKE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the sense to remember the "3" steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read and Learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S *Ask the individual to SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T *Ask the person to TALK, to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE. (Coherently) (i.e. . . It is sunny out today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out their tongue . if the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other, that is also an indication of a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she has trouble with any one of these tasks, call 911 immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aA cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to ten people, you can bet at least one life will be saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114654560482098310?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114654560482098310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114654560482098310&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114654560482098310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114654560482098310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/05/stroke-signs-thro-email.html' title='Stroke signs thro email'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114653121073904754</id><published>2006-05-01T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:53:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a life time :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;May 04, 2006 at 0102 hours and 03 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - hour&lt;br /&gt;02 - minutes&lt;br /&gt;03 - seconds&lt;br /&gt;04 - day&lt;br /&gt;05 - month (May)&lt;br /&gt;06 - year (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unique, but just another second passing through.&lt;br /&gt;If you are very superstitious well meet an astrologer and give him some money.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to show it to your grandchildren then take a video with the time displaying on your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114653121073904754?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114653121073904754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114653121073904754&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114653121073904754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114653121073904754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/05/once-in-life-time.html' title='Once in a life time :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114612636990859304</id><published>2006-04-26T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:54:36.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.  ~Michelangelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/angel.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/200/angel.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few months back my daughter was supposed to take part in a creative art contest. They could do anything like draw a picture, make a model... only rule was to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered her a suggestion of doing something in origami, art of paper folding. Then as usual i jumped into the net and found some stuff of how to make a doll... All the instructions were there in it from the size of the paper and how it was to be folded. I then demonstrated to her how she had to do it a couple of times. Now it was becoming more of remembering how to do it and she was not really interested as I could see from her actions. She finally told me that this was not creative and she could manage on her own. I felt a bit guilty that i was trying to force on her something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day morning she was very quite when i was dropping her off at school and i was a bit upset that i could not help her. In the evening when i went to pick her she was very happy, with a smile on her face. She then told me that she got first prize in the creative art contest. i asked her what did shedo as she was not prepared for it. she told me that she got a matchbox, colour paper... and built a small horse drawn carriage with the matchbox as the carriage and people sitting on it with the colour paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she had the model she built and she replied that she had to give it to her art master. Anyway when she came home she made a similar model of it to show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very bad, because i was actually trying to kill her creativity and imagination. From that day onwards i take suggestions from her which inspires her creativity and she helps me to get a bit of artistic creativity....(pictures, photos...) to my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had to carve an angel out of a block of marble i would have had measurements of height, depth... and final result would have been a statue maybe looking like an angel without any emotions.... but if my daughter had to do it i know maybe the angel would have flown free :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114612636990859304?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114612636990859304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114612636990859304&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114612636990859304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114612636990859304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-saw-angel-in-marble-and-carved-until.html' title='I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.  ~Michelangelo'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114597144017712229</id><published>2006-04-25T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:24:00.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free calls/SMS on the net</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/telephone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/telephone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves to have freebies. Making free calls on the net, great. You do make ur regular calls on the yahoo pc to pc, telephone cards, regular phone cards....&lt;br /&gt;But there is a lot of excitement when you can make the call totally free overseas.&lt;br /&gt;When the tsunami struck countries like New Zealand gave people free unlimted calls to India to check out their relatives. I did a lot of research trying to do free calls on the net, but found it difficult to connect across to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some freebie callers to other countries. Check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voipbuster.com/en/splashvoipin.html"&gt;http://www.voipbuster.com/en/splashvoipin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voipstunt.com/en/splashvoipin.html"&gt;http://www.voipstunt.com/en/splashvoipin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make a few free calls before they block it. Usually u can change ur user name... and continue. Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well send free SMS to India even though you can't make calls, especially to BSNL phones&lt;br /&gt;The best one is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bol.rediff.com/"&gt;http://bol.rediff.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://revatechnic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reva's&lt;/a&gt; site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all other countries to send SMS i use SMS countrof india, which is pretty cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smscountry.com/"&gt;http://www.smscountry.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be knowing yahoo messenger also(which cannot connect to BSNL phones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipvaani.com"&gt;http://www.ipvaani.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above address provides free sevices if we buy their adapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends if you know of any source of free phone calls or sending SMS please share it with us so everyone can make use of the facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your headphones and mike and make some free call to your friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114597144017712229?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114597144017712229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114597144017712229&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114597144017712229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114597144017712229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/04/free-callssms-on-net.html' title='Free calls/SMS on the net'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114588018179098704</id><published>2006-04-24T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:02:15.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New class, new books, new friends, new teachers... new pinch.... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/school.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always loved moving to the next higher class. (promoted to the next higher class in school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to feel happy when the results came, fresh smell of new books, writing the names, labels, new pencils, pens, geometry boxes, bags, uniform, shoes, socks .... new pinch... for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement is there meeting all the old friends back in a new class(atmosphere), if the students in the sections were shuffled then we get to meet more new classmates. Getting the best seat by the window, and trying to impress the teacher....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was good fun and my kids are going through it. I feel happy for them and wish I could turn back into a kid again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they gave me a part of their fun (boring part) to me, covering up their text books and notebook... with brown paper. Boring but still the child in me is happy atleast i got to smell the fresh books, paper.... and rekindle my old memories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more weeks before i reach home and start the job and get those flasbacks ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114588018179098704?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114588018179098704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114588018179098704&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114588018179098704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114588018179098704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-class-new-books-new-friends-new_24.html' title='New class, new books, new friends, new teachers... new pinch.... :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114583161391696039</id><published>2006-04-23T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:33:33.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/old2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/old2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a crow perched on their window.The Father asked his Son, "What is this?" The Son replied "It is a crow".After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow". After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?"At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow". A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?"This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. Idid not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to remember each time I shouted mummy and papa for innumerous things. And, yes I know he was not really angry with me. And to his greatness he never made any note of our stupid acts. So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received it by email and it is true as I also answer back at them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114583161391696039?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114583161391696039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114583161391696039&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114583161391696039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114583161391696039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-of-parents.html' title='Love of Parents'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114529397236546014</id><published>2006-04-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:12:52.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/bread-and-butter.html"&gt;Back to work, crew cut....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holidays do drain the pocket too :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114529397236546014?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114529397236546014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114529397236546014&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114529397236546014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114529397236546014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-like-work-it-fascinates-me-i-can-sit.html' title='&quot;I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.&quot;'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114495540085460785</id><published>2006-04-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T12:10:00.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in Ooty :) SU campsite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/cascade.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is good to realize that if love and peace can prevail on earth, and if we can teach our children to honor nature's gifts, the joys and beauties of the outdoors will be there forever. - who said that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;This campsite has been kept with bare minimum facilities so that the campers can merge with nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/enroute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/enroute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/tender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/tender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On route, quenching our thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/trek.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/quick%20bite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/quick%20bite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/deer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/deer.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving deer couple at Bandipur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/letterbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/letterbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent a telegram, but all elephants on leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could only see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/bison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/bison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, saw this bison, camera missing, got it on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/4wd%20rut.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/4wd%20rut.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt track to the camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/drive.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/drive.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a ride through wild country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/made%20it.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/made%20it.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached campsite! heard that tigers roam the way we drive thro. Thank God, they were not hungry that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/tents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/tents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tents and the kids tent. Started getting cold.started a small campfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/more%20tents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/more%20tents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tents, but the crowd had already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/hydro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/hydro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No permanent electricity. Only a home made rigup of hydro electricity which ran off the mountain stream for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/facilities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/facilities.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic facilities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/boiler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/boiler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we got our hot water. Collect firewood and get this boiler crackling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/kayaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/kayaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking and swimming in the lake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/doggie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/doggie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly dog at the campsite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/trek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/trek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekking, a quick breakspot by the falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/ambulance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/cascade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/cascade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cascading waterfalls above and above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, everyone crashed, It was cold in the tent with no electricity, no mosquitoes :), no internet or cable tv&lt;br /&gt;i had my full quota of sleep after a long time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things have to end, we finally reached home stuffy, humid, hot Madras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I love the mountains, but I am not trading it for my beach :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114495540085460785?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114495540085460785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114495540085460785&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114495540085460785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114495540085460785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/04/camping-in-ooty-su-campsite.html' title='Camping in Ooty :) SU campsite'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114445994763016665</id><published>2006-04-07T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:32:27.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I live withou internet ???</title><content type='html'>Holidays time ! No internet! out of range of the phones ! looks like i am not going to survive ! my wife and my kids love it because i am 100% for them ! anyway my brain check emails, a small blog and a bit of browsing... so a short blog see u all after the holidays with new interesting photos and blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC00986.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/DSC00986.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trekking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC00968.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/DSC00968.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My fore fathers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;The above photos are old ones from a day visit to TADA!&lt;br /&gt;Destination OOTY! Got to relax! unwind! learn how my fore fathers survived without the net :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114445994763016665?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114445994763016665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114445994763016665&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114445994763016665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114445994763016665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-i-live-withou-internet.html' title='Can I live withou internet ???'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114417129194634209</id><published>2006-04-04T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:57:52.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Gmail /Hard drive! Save your data, don't worry about computer crashes :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/crash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/crash1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still get quite a few requests for Gmail !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using gmail as a harddrive for the past few days and have downloaded most of my photos, personal files into my gmail drive as a backup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded the small program from the link below and executed it.(134 kb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download &lt;a href="http://www.herbsforlife.nl/download/gmailfsnew109.zip"&gt;GMail Drive Shell Extension&lt;/a&gt; from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That opened up a Gmail Drive which showed along with my other drives on "My Computer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I double click it, it asks for my login name and password. Use your Gmail login and password. If you don't have one send an email to : &lt;a href="mailto:asmileforfree@gmail.com"&gt;asmileforfree@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and I'll send an invite immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you login it opens up like a folder where you can drag/drop or copy/paste your files folders... on your Gmail Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost quite a few photos when my computer crashed a few times, but now I have started backing my photos and oher electronic data on my Gmail drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes life easier as you can access your data from any computer(even through your gmail email). More info on : &lt;a href="http://viksoe.dk/gmail/"&gt;http://viksoe.dk/gmail/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from a friend (software wizard) and am sharing it for people who are not aware of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114417129194634209?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114417129194634209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114417129194634209&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114417129194634209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114417129194634209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/04/free-gmail-hard-drive-save-your-data.html' title='Free Gmail /Hard drive! Save your data, don&apos;t worry about computer crashes :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114399235565222822</id><published>2006-04-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T08:55:27.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARINA BEACH AT  IT'S BEST</title><content type='html'>If you want to meet really enterprising and cheerful people, go to the Marina beach in the evenings. I saw kids and youngsters selling stuff for living but were so cheerful and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were not worried about tomorrow, but were living today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sone pappadi boy! as sweet as his sone pappadi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sand sculpure of a croc by my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We named him SCOOBY the CROC as he looked funny and harmless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids want to do a sculpture every week. Sounds like fun. They are planning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to build an elephant next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two kids selling sundal. They have to finish the selling go home and study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually they were squabbling, but became buddies for the camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chukku Kapi! That should take care of the cold and running noses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balloon man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were his customers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did not entertain him as we had already had lots of sone pappadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have come to the beach to loose weight, not gain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The flute man. Got to inform IRIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makka cholam (Corn) with flying sparklers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Soups, fried rice...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the usual bajji's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image031.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Good walk! finished a multi course dinner!&lt;br /&gt;from sone pappadi's to bajji's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114399235565222822?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114399235565222822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114399235565222822&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114399235565222822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114399235565222822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/04/marina-beach-at-its-best.html' title='MARINA BEACH AT  IT&apos;S BEST'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114367316072489683</id><published>2006-03-29T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:59:20.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the new members of the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/cat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC01222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/DSC01222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 cute fur balls are the new addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;our cat finally decided to give birth in my daughter's wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;My son is checking them out. We pray that they might survive the wild cats and our dogs when they grow up. Their mother has.&lt;br /&gt;Will be heart breaking, but I have to find new homes for them in the near future. (for your ears only - my kids might kill me if they know about this)&lt;br /&gt;Any one who needs a very very loving ball of fur, let me know (might take a month or two for them to move). If you need advise about adopting a kitten check it with your kid.&lt;br /&gt;They know the best :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114367316072489683?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114367316072489683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114367316072489683&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114367316072489683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114367316072489683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome-to-new-members-of-family.html' title='Welcome to the new members of the family'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114343540154286737</id><published>2006-03-26T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:56:41.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there are no dogs in Heaven then, when I die, I want to go where they went.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Image001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quite evening at he Marina beach with the usual milagai bajji... when I noticed this loving family. A lady with her 3 loving dogs enjoying their evening too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114343540154286737?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114343540154286737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114343540154286737&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114343540154286737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114343540154286737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-there-are-no-dogs-in-heaven-then.html' title='If there are no dogs in Heaven then, when I die, I want to go where they went.'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114300185559844537</id><published>2006-03-21T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:30:55.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/corpcu32ju.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 515px" height="355" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/corpcu32ju.0.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays for every worker there is a manager. The job can still be done with most of them. There are some who just call meetings and won't let us do our work peacefully without any interruption. The day the manager is absent all the jobs are completed in time. I liked this story forwarded to me by email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cannibals (a story about management)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big corporation hired several cannibals. "You are all part of our team now," said the HR manager during the welcome briefing. "You get all the usual benefits and you can go to the cafeteria for something to eat, but please don't eat any of the other employees." The cannibals promised they would not.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later the cannibals' boss remarked, "You're all working very hard, and I'm satisfied with you. However, one of our secretaries has disappeared. Do any of you know what happened to her?" The cannibals all shook their heads, "No," they said.&lt;br /&gt;After the boss left, the leader of the cannibals said to the others angrily, "Right, which one of you idiots ate the secretary?"&lt;br /&gt;A hand rose hesitantly in admission. "You fool!" said the leader, "For weeks we've been eating managers and no one noticed anything, but noooooo, you had to go and eat someone important!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some good managers who get involve with their juniors and share the burden while others are there just to take the credit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114300185559844537?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114300185559844537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114300185559844537&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114300185559844537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114300185559844537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/managers.html' title='Managers'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114289569991235009</id><published>2006-03-20T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:05:19.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by Ponnarasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am a newbie Ill finish the EASIEST  part of the tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food I love the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thayir satham(cold) with orulakilangu fry (crispy red) with green kothamali thuvayal&lt;br /&gt;2) Tandoori chicken with the green chutney(well done)&lt;br /&gt;3) Onion Rava dosai with 4 chutneys&lt;br /&gt;4) My buttermilk with karuveppilay, kothamali... thalichufy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i like my food to be really colourful with the ummy smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have got VSNL broadband at home, Thanks to Carl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be trying it out when i reach home this weekend and also the food i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying tightvnc to get control of my pc at home, not much luck. firewall?&lt;br /&gt;anyone got any other good freeware for remote control?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114289569991235009?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114289569991235009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114289569991235009&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114289569991235009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114289569991235009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114277751275582304</id><published>2006-03-18T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T06:11:52.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/couple3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/couple3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/couple3.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The sweet old couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old couple walked into a fast food restaurant. The little old man walked up to the counter, ordered the food, paid, and took the tray back to the table where the little old lady sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tray was a hamburger, a small bag of fries and a drink. Carefully the old man cut the hamburger in two, and divided the fries into two neat piles. He sipped the drink and passed it to the little old lady, who took a sip and passed it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man on a nearby table had watched the old couple and felt sorry for them. He offered to buy them another meal, but the old man politely declined, saying that they were used to sharing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man began to eat his food, but his wife sat still, not eating. The young continued to watch the couple. He still felt he should be offering to help. As the little old man finished eating, the old lady had still not started on her food. "Ma'am, why aren't you eating?" asked the young man sympathetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady looked up and said politely, "I'm waiting for the teeth.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114277751275582304?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114277751275582304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114277751275582304&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114277751275582304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114277751275582304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-and-sharing.html' title='Love and Sharing'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114257117265182224</id><published>2006-03-17T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:17:30.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling God on the phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/tel2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/tel2.1.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/furn_TEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all learned to live with a 'voice mail' as a necessary part of modern life. But have you wondered, what if God decided to install a voicemail?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine praying and hearing this:&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Thank you for calling GOD. Please select one of the following options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 for Requests&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 for Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 for Complaints&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 for All Other Inquiries.&lt;br /&gt;Else wait for our Customer Support Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God used the familiar excuse... 'I'm sorry, all of our angels are busy helping other sinners right now. However, your prayer is important to us and will be answered in the order as received, so please stay on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine getting these kinds of responses as you call God in Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to speak to Alpha God, Press 1.&lt;br /&gt;For Lord Beta, Press 2.&lt;br /&gt;For Angel Gama, Sorry He is on Annual Leave!&lt;br /&gt;For a directory of other God's &amp;amp; Angels, Press 3.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to hear the Angels sing a holy song whilst you are holding, please press 4.&lt;br /&gt;To find out if a loved one has been assigned to Heaven, Press 5,&lt;br /&gt;enter his or her PIN number, then press the 0 key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a negative response, try area code 420 for (Hell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our computers show that you have already prayed once today. Please hang up and try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This office is closed for the weekend to observe a religious holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray again Monday after 9:30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need emergency assistance when this office is closed, contact your local Priest at your neighbourhood Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD, HE DOESN'T HAVE A VOICE MAIL AND LISTENS WHENEVER WE PRAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it by email and thank God, he does not have email too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114257117265182224?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114257117265182224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114257117265182224&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114257117265182224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114257117265182224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/calling-god-on-phone.html' title='Calling God on the phone'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114259547201614895</id><published>2006-03-17T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T03:41:51.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman my Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/spiderman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back I saw the movie Spiderman 2 again. I cannot recollect how many times I have seen the movie, but it still fascinates me.&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman was one of my favourite heroes right from comic book days.&lt;br /&gt;Batman, Superman were all after him.&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan, Phantom and Irumbukkai Mayavi were my other favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Mandrake and Lothar were always there if none of the above were present.&lt;br /&gt;Given a choice I would like to be Spiderman. I used to dream of swinging around Chennai, but sad we don't have high rise buildings to realise my full potential.&lt;br /&gt;After I saw the movie I had another night of adventurous dreams swinging around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114259547201614895?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114259547201614895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114259547201614895&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114259547201614895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114259547201614895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/spiderman-my-hero.html' title='Spiderman my Hero'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114225613411043614</id><published>2006-03-13T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:22:14.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRABBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;This is a very patient person who unscrambled these words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;Someone out there either has too much&lt;br /&gt;spare time or is deadly at Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;(Wait till you see the last one)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#800000;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;DORMITORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;ASTRONOMER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;DESPERATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;THE EYES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;THEY SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;THE MORSE CODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"   &gt;ANIMOSITY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;IS NO AMITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;LIES - LET'S RECOUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial &amp;#13;&amp;#10;Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#40a0ff;"   &gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#8000ff;"   &gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#a040ff;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#0000bf;"   &gt;Yep! Someone with waaaaaaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;too much time on their hands! (Probably a son-in-law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet your friends haven't seen this one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="0" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #00ffff;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114225613411043614?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114225613411043614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114225613411043614&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114225613411043614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114225613411043614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/scrabble.html' title='SCRABBLE'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114225534085331317</id><published>2006-03-12T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:17:06.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my four inspirations in life :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A smile is a curved thing that sets things straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC00065.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/DSC00065.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/johann.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/DSC00054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smiley, thats him. I am learning to smile from him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114225534085331317?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114225534085331317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114225534085331317&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114225534085331317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114225534085331317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-of-my-four-inspirations-in-life.html' title='One of my four inspirations in life :)'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114146492922707344</id><published>2006-03-10T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:31:10.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loans and Bank Managers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/bank%20manager.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/200/bank%20manager.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this bad experience with bank managers when I came out of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start a small electronic service shop to repair computers, photocopying machines, telephones, domestic appliances etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached a bank for a loan so that I could buy a photocopying machine and some tools to set up my shop.My mother backed me up with the house papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank manager(nationalised bank) spent about half an hour with me before he finally said "Sorry". It was a bit disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an active account with another branch of the same bank at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour needed some money and as I could not lend him I referred him to my bank manager. The manager checked out my accounts and said it should not be a problem. I told the manager that he could have my FD's as a backup. I had to leave out of station and so I signed the necessary papers as a guarantor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank manager assured me that my neighbour would have his loan within a week. When I returned after a month he was still struggling for funds and the bank manager was making it virtually impossible for the guy to get the loan with new restrictions.... We finally got a loan from a private bank which was sanctioned within a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I read that some  banks had been frauded of crores. These banks will not give a loan to a sincere person while they give it to guys who run off with the money. I have a feeling the managers get a share of these bad loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the situation will improve in the future with our nationalised banks and aspiring youngsters get the required help from these banks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114146492922707344?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114146492922707344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114146492922707344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114146492922707344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114146492922707344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/loans-and-bank-managers.html' title='Loans and Bank Managers'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114191181860151259</id><published>2006-03-08T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T05:43:38.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Women's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/coming%20out%20of%20shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/coming%20out%20of%20shit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why Men Can't Win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you work too hard, there is never any time for her.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't work enough, you're a good-for-nothing bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay, it's exploitation.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a boring repetitive job with low pay, you should get off your rear and find something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a promotion ahead of her, it's favoritism.&lt;br /&gt;If she gets a job ahead of you, it's equal opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mention how nice she looks, it's sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;If you keep quiet, it's male indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cry, you're a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you're insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make a decision without consulting her, you're a chauvinist pig.&lt;br /&gt;If she makes a decision without consulting you, she's a liberated woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask her to do something she doesn't enjoy, that's domination.&lt;br /&gt;If she asks you, it's a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to keep yourself in shape, you're vain.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you're a slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy her flowers, you're after something.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you're not thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're proud of your achievements, you're an egotist.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not, you're not ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it by email&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114191181860151259?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114191181860151259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114191181860151259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114191181860151259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114191181860151259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-womens-day.html' title='Happy Women&apos;s day!'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114152268039422241</id><published>2006-03-04T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:38:00.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smart blonde joke - for a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/blonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/blonde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. She says she's going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for the loan, so the blonde hands over the keys to a new Rolls Royce. The car is parked on the street in front of the bank, she has the title and everything checks out. The bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the blonde for using a $250,000 Rolls as collateral against a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then proceeds to drive the Rolls into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two weeks later, the blonde returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "Miss, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The blonde replies... "Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return?"&lt;br /&gt; Finally, a smart blonde joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114152268039422241?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114152268039422241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114152268039422241&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114152268039422241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114152268039422241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/smart-blonde-joke-for-change.html' title='A smart blonde joke - for a change'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114146231250314286</id><published>2006-03-03T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T00:51:52.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD</title><content type='html'>A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present  "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements,the following received the most votes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egypt's Great Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;2. Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;3. Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;4. Panama Canal&lt;br /&gt; 5. Empire State Building &lt;br /&gt;6. St. Peter's Basilica &lt;br /&gt;7. China's Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her  list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mindbecause there were so many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The girl hesitated, then read: "I think the 'Seven  Wonders of the World' are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To See...&lt;br /&gt;2. To Hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. To Touch...&lt;/div&gt;4. To Taste...&lt;br /&gt;5. To  Feel...&lt;br /&gt;6. To Laugh...&lt;br /&gt;7. And to Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and thatwe take for granted are truly wondrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A gentle reminder :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That the most precious things in life  cannot be built by hand or bought by man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone has the seven wonders in them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114146231250314286?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114146231250314286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114146231250314286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114146231250314286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114146231250314286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/seven-wonders-of-world.html' title='THE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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-20524051.post-114136263852545274</id><published>2006-03-01T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:10:38.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New to finger bowls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/bowl1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/400/bowl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few year back a friend and myself went to meet a manager in a big&lt;br /&gt;multinational firm. Our meeting went smooth and all of us were happy.&lt;br /&gt;The manager invited us for lunch and as it was late we agreed (plus&lt;br /&gt;we could save money if we had to eat out).&lt;br /&gt;We went to their dining hall.The workers were eating on one side&lt;br /&gt;while the managers had separate seating on the other side of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;The workers went and collected their food from a counter while we were&lt;br /&gt;served on the table. As it was late most of them had finished their&lt;br /&gt;lunch and gone.&lt;br /&gt;The food was great and both of us hungry, and we were all out&lt;br /&gt;The guy who served us finally left a small bowl of water? with a piece&lt;br /&gt;of lime in it. I looked at my friend and he also had the surprise look&lt;br /&gt;on his face. What was that for? It was a hot day, was it some sort of&lt;br /&gt;drink? Did we have to add salt or sugar and drink it?A thousand questions&lt;br /&gt;ran through our minds, but we finally decided to have the last drink in&lt;br /&gt;the bowl with the manager :)&lt;br /&gt;So we sat down waiting for the manager to finish. He must have known&lt;br /&gt;for sure we did not know what that bowl was about as all our plates&lt;br /&gt;were removed and both of us were sitting with unwashed hands with&lt;br /&gt;a finger bowl waiting in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he finished his lunch and washed his hands in the bowl. God!&lt;br /&gt;was that for it? We washed our hands too with a stupid smile on our face.&lt;br /&gt;The manager was a gentleman and he did not comment...&lt;br /&gt;Even today when I see a finger bowl I smile on how our patience did not&lt;br /&gt;make us do something stupid when we were ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114136263852545274?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114136263852545274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114136263852545274&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114136263852545274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114136263852545274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-to-finger-bowls_01.html' title='New to finger bowls!'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114113199207939040</id><published>2006-02-27T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:23:47.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes i wonder whether God is fair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite a few times I complain, about the food i eat....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/pic5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/pic5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer and video games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About my bed being hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I lost weight after the office lift stopped working?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How my waist and bottoms keep getting larger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at the smile in her face :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114113199207939040?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114113199207939040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114113199207939040&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114113199207939040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114113199207939040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes-i-wonder-whether-god-is-fair.html' title='Sometimes i wonder whether God is fair?'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114091009886513179</id><published>2006-02-25T15:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:33:34.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respecting others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God let me respect others whoever they maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/squirrel.3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/squirrel.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click the picture or Right click and open in new window to see the action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advise needed on how to get the action in the blog without opening in a new window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114091009886513179?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114091009886513179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114091009886513179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114091009886513179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114091009886513179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/respecting-others.html' title='Respecting others'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114087491251502963</id><published>2006-02-24T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:21:58.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indispensable Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/good%20morning.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/good%20morning.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unless you are the sun, you are dispensable, how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, when youre feeling important,&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, when your ego is in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, when you take it for granted,&lt;br /&gt;Youre the best qualified in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime when you feel that your going,&lt;br /&gt;Would leave an unfillable hole,&lt;br /&gt;Just follow this simple instruction,&lt;br /&gt;And see how it humbles your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a bucket and fill it with water,&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand in it, up to the wrist;&lt;br /&gt;Pull it out and the hole thats remaining,&lt;br /&gt;Is a measure of how youll be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may splash all you please when you enter,&lt;br /&gt;You can stir up the water galore,&lt;br /&gt;But stop, and youll find in a minute,&lt;br /&gt;That it looks quite the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral in this quaint example,&lt;br /&gt;Is do just the best you can,&lt;br /&gt;Be proud of yourself, but remember,&lt;br /&gt;Theres no indispensable man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saxon White&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114087491251502963?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114087491251502963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114087491251502963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114087491251502963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114087491251502963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/indispensable-man.html' title='The Indispensable Man'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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-20524051.post-114074223474050814</id><published>2006-02-23T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:59:43.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows - Made in India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/crewcut.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/windows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/windows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians rule the world in the field of software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we make our own version of operating system and don't have to depend on Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is a matter of getting the best of Indian brains together or there any other complications or ....... stopping us from creating an operating system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my part I can make a logo and a suitable name for it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would name it - JANNALS (Windows in tamil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the different versions would be Kattai ( free), Theku - pro etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a software guy, but used to playaround with basics of Visual basic but can't even imagin how the operating system is built or programmed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to join the team of JANNALS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114074223474050814?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114074223474050814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114074223474050814&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114074223474050814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114074223474050814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/windows-made-in-india.html' title='Windows - Made in India'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114030753079515500</id><published>2006-02-18T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T06:45:34.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread and Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;COUNT DOWN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/bread%20and%20butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/bread%20and%20butter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start earning my bread and butter(in fact idlis and dosais), getting ready to go back to work. 2 days more. Catch up list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Crew cut - Tuesday holiday, got to get it done on Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 Books and magazines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 Toiletries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depressed and trying to keep myself cheerful, good thing is more time to read and write blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114030753079515500?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114030753079515500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114030753079515500&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114030753079515500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114030753079515500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/bread-and-butter.html' title='Bread and Butter'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-114024963371176649</id><published>2006-02-16T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:00:33.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still love lipstick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/apply%20lipstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/apply%20lipstick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a female you care anything about, share this with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also sharing this with the males on my email list , because they need to tell the females THEY care about as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a brand called "Red Earth" decreased their prices from $67 to $9.90. It contained lead. Lead is a chemical which causes cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brands which contain lead are:&lt;br /&gt;1. CHRISTIAN DIOR&lt;br /&gt;2. LANCOME&lt;br /&gt;3. CLINIQUE&lt;br /&gt;4. Y.S.L&lt;br /&gt;5. ESTEE LAUDER&lt;br /&gt;6. SHISEIDO&lt;br /&gt;7. RED EARTH (Lip Gloss)&lt;br /&gt;8. CHANEL (Lip Conditioner)&lt;br /&gt;9. MARKET AMERICA-MOTNES LIPSTICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher the lead content, the greater the chance of causing cancer.After doing a test on lipsticks, it was found that the Y.S.L. lipstick contained the most amount of lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for those lipsticks which are supposed to stay longer. If your lipstick stays longer, it is because of the higher content of lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the test you can do yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put some lipstick on your hand.&lt;br /&gt;2. Use a Gold ring to scratch on the lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;3. If the lipstick color changes to black then you knowthe lipstick contains lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this information to all your girlfriends, wives and female family members.This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dioxin Carcinogens causes cancer. Do you think people will stop using lipstick :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-114024963371176649?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/114024963371176649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=114024963371176649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114024963371176649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/114024963371176649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-love-lipstick.html' title='Still love lipstick?'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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-20524051.post-113976893526135230</id><published>2006-02-12T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:28:55.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving 100% plus? Bullshit</title><content type='html'>Got it thro an email, really interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been to those meetings where someone wants  more than 100%.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's how you do that. Here's how you can  achieve 103%.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, here's a little math that might prove  helpful in the future. How does one achieve 100% in LIFE?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin by noting the following.   IF:  A = 1  B = 2  C = 3  D = 4  E = 5  F = 6  G = 7  H = 8  I = 9  J = 10  K = 11  L = 12  M = 13  N = 14  O = 15  P = 16  Q = 17  R = 18  S = 19  T = 20  U = 21  V = 22  W = 23  X = 24  Y = 25  Z = 26   Then:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A R D W O R K = 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = Only 98%   Similarly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K N O W L E D G E = 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 Only 96%   But interesting (and as you'd expect), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A T T I T U D E = 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100% ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is how you achieve 100% in LIFE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But EVEN MORE IMPORTANT TO NOTE (or REALIZE), is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B U L L S H I T = 2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113976893526135230?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113976893526135230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113976893526135230&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113976893526135230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113976893526135230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/giving-100-plus-bullshit.html' title='Giving 100% plus? Bullshit'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113972975668396631</id><published>2006-02-11T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:35:56.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE WITH A SMILE!</title><content type='html'>I keep posting this as I get quite a few emails for an invite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE GMAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - your 2Gb email account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE ORKUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - meet more friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE NEWSVINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - become a reporter/journalist on the net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send an email to &lt;a href="mailto:asmileforfree@gmail.com"&gt;asmileforfree@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113972975668396631?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113972975668396631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113972975668396631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113972975668396631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113972975668396631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/free-with-smile.html' title='FREE WITH A SMILE!'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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-20524051.post-113951275550929826</id><published>2006-02-08T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:33:16.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Tips, Sharing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/dosai1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/dosai1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness is not so much in having as sharing. We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE! LUNCH! UTILITIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I used to be a service engineer some years back in an office automation company. We used to start early morning from the office and return back late evening after finishing maintenance and breakdown calls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We usually had lunch at some hotel(budget). In the evening when we all gathered together (about 8 of us) one of the topics we discussed was where we had lunch?... some hotel where the food was good / cheap / exotic dish... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We used to share our knowledge so that whenever a guy went to a different part of the city he had info where he could have his lunch with whatever money he had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had a few favourite non-veg hotels : Kalpaka, Nair kadai, Biriyani at govt canteen(subsidised - have to be brave to walk in as a govt staff)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Veg hotels : Gujarat Mandal(unlimited), Musuem canteen, Idlis with unlimited sambar(an art of filling up your stomach with sambar where the order was for 2 idlis only), unlimited thalis at a budge price...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The selection of the hotel depended on the following criteria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Money at hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) how hungry did we feel? (quality or quantity?- limited or unlimited),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Timing (biriyani only at a particular time)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4) Peaceful lunch, taking your own time (Nair shop was where people would crowd around your table waiting for you to finish...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sharing of knowledge helped us to get through those hungry days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I would like to share some free stuff from the net and hopefully you will also contribute so that we can all benefit from it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am not a internet wiz, but found quite a few useful utilities for the normal guy like me who can save a few bucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you all know we have free email which is a great utility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FREE SMS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.we-talk.net/sms/"&gt;http://www.we-talk.net/sms/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smstoday.co.uk/free-sms-text/"&gt;http://www.smstoday.co.uk/free-sms-text/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananthapuri.com/mobile.asp"&gt;http://www.ananthapuri.com/mobile.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freesmshome.com/sms-asia.htm"&gt;http://www.freesmshome.com/sms-asia.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not found how to SMS to a BSNL prepaid phone (94441.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FREE FAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tpc.int/"&gt;http://www.tpc.int/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FREE PHONE CALLS/VOIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voipstunt.com/"&gt;http://www.voipstunt.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, let us know about the freestuff you use which can be handy to us and also let me know of any more new hotels which have sprung up in your town...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113951275550929826?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113951275550929826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113951275550929826&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113951275550929826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113951275550929826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/lunch-tips-sharing.html' title='Lunch Tips, Sharing!!!'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113924918877314493</id><published>2006-02-05T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:39:59.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon race? Day dreaming!</title><content type='html'>lly&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I walked into a shop and saw the application for the Chennai Marathon. There was a kind of enthu in me which said "let's go and do some running". I am a day dreamer and immediately I had a dream(in day time) of victoriously finishing the race with a final sprint where I overtook the Kenyans to finish first. As they say, in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running has/had never been a favourite sport/exercise of mine. Every time I entered a race right from my school days I always made sure everyone was happy by finishing last. Slow and steady wins the race? not really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some time to realise my body physics....I am not built for competitive running... but then I enjoy swimming and can swim for miles... I console myself that running is a high impact sport where we can have problems wih knees... while swimming is not so and I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw photos of the chennai marathon in other blogs...&lt;a href="http://www.kiruba.com/"&gt;Kiruba&lt;/a&gt; and I am frightened to dream also. Let me get back to reality and stop dreaming. Hats off to the guys who struggle thro the 42 kms of sheer pain.(atleast for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enjoy my swim which keeps me on my toes and have fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113924918877314493?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113924918877314493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113924918877314493&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113924918877314493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113924918877314493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/marathon-race-day-dreaming.html' title='Marathon race? Day dreaming!'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113899190260412260</id><published>2006-02-03T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T10:38:22.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALL CENTRE JOBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I received this email forwarded to me by one of my colleagues and to quite a few people in our field, mostly expats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mujibar was trying to get a job in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Personnel Manager said, "Mujibar, you have passed all the tests, except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you pass it you cannot qualify for this job."Mujibar said, "I am ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager said, "Make a sentence using the words Yellow, Pink and Green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujibar thought for a few minutes and said, "Mister manager, I am ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager said, "Go ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujibar said, "The  telephone goes green, green, green, and I pink it up, and say, Yellow, this is Mujibar."Mujibar now works as a technician at a call center for computer problems.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you have spoken to him….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I was not in a humorous mood.... so I sent a reply to everyone on the list...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mujibur, good joke! Now for the facts!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good you have spoken to Mujibur and had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what was Mujibur's job? Trying to put some sense in the head of the guys who did not know how to operate a washing machine...(forget the computer... that is too much above their heads.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujibur stated some problems he faced too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People trying to operate a computer without the power being plugged, people who opened their home windows when he asked them to pop up a window.... (you would die laughing if I write all the stupid stuff he told me... that would be a greater joke... maybe the greatest joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he met some people with an attitude... people who thought they had the brains and thought they could operate a computer...just because they could speak Queen's English with an accent? or had the money.... Bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he needed enormous patience to put some intelligence into these heads...Guys appreciate his patience and be humble when you have to learn something from someone... you will atleast learn something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No doubt you have spoken to him….AND HOPEFULLY LEARNT WHERE YOUR COMPUTER POWER SWITCH IS…   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The guys who received the email did learn some facts that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://ushiveda.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-set-of-fwd-jokes.html"&gt;Veda's&lt;/a&gt; site about call centre jokes and wished I had that info earlier.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113899190260412260?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113899190260412260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113899190260412260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113899190260412260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113899190260412260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/call-centre-jobs.html' title='CALL CENTRE JOBS'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113888948685809206</id><published>2006-02-02T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T06:11:26.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Gmail/Orkut inviations</title><content type='html'>I started my blog with free gmail/orkut invitations. I still get a few requests for them, so I thought I would republish this.&lt;br /&gt;Email : &lt;a href="mailto:asmileforfree@gmail.com"&gt;asmileforfree@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;  for a free gmail/orkut invite.&lt;br /&gt;I also learnt that we can use our gmail; account as a hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;Would appreciate if anyone can give a simple how to do? of converting a gmail account into a hard drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113888948685809206?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113888948685809206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113888948685809206&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113888948685809206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113888948685809206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/free-gmailorkut-inviations.html' title='Free Gmail/Orkut inviations'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113888704740347666</id><published>2006-02-01T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T05:59:14.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUG TAGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/524%20Mug.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/524%20Mug.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been mugtagged by &lt;a href="http://princessofgold.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ponnarasi&lt;/a&gt;, Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely drink coffee or tea (even in the mornings). So I don't have a favourite mug or cup though I have seen my friends have one at our workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of cup(mug) is courtesy of &lt;a href="http://jeevansworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeevan&lt;/a&gt;, Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a piece of travel advise given by my friend when we were on a hiking trip. He said whenever you get to drink from a teashop.....public place, always take the cup in your left hand and that way you sip the cup on the side where not many people have used it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost touch with him, but whenever I pick a cup at a public place I remember him.&lt;br /&gt;Weird but true, I have become a casual left hander whenever I pick a cup or a mug in a public place... etched in my brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I learned to add a hyperlink today... :) You might see more links in the future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113888704740347666?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113888704740347666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113888704740347666&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113888704740347666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113888704740347666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/02/mug-tagged.html' title='MUG TAGGED'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113872163133958888</id><published>2006-01-31T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:11:40.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/morning%20boat.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/morning%20boat.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/morning%20boat.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/morning%20boat.2.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the peaceful weekends...&lt;br /&gt;Camping at night&lt;br /&gt;Catch the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;Swimming and boating&lt;br /&gt;Batteries recharged....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how the dragonfly jumped into the picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113872163133958888?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113872163133958888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113872163133958888&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113872163133958888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113872163133958888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/peaceful-weekends.html' title='Peaceful Weekends'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113868761560085367</id><published>2006-01-30T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:31:50.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UCAL CAR RALLY FOR THE BLIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/star.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/star.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We participated in the UCAL car rally for the blind on Sunday. It was a very good experience. Sonia Agarwal flagged of the first car. In this rally all the instructions regarding the location, speed ... are given in the form of braille. Every car has a blind man alloted as navigator. He/She reads out the instructions and the team follows it. There are check spots on the way where we get signed off. Just like an ordinary rally we get penalty points if we come in early or late and the team with least amount of penalty points are the winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am not able to add more than one photo on my blog, so I split it. Any advice on it would be appreciated&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/20524051-113868761560085367?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113868761560085367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113868761560085367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113868761560085367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113868761560085367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/ucal-car-rally-for-blind.html' title='UCAL CAR RALLY FOR THE BLIND'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113868885762171201</id><published>2006-01-30T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:27:37.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UCAL CAR RALLY FOR THE BLIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/set%20to%20go.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/set%20to%20go.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all set to join the fun. Our navigator was brilliant and he had the experience of participating in atleast 10 races before. We were novices and due to my impatience we missed a check point. We learnt a lot more during the race.&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;Team spirit, not pointing hands at others&lt;br /&gt;To be more prepared....&lt;br /&gt;We finished the rally and had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hi, watch out for us in the next rally which will be held in Jan 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113868885762171201?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113868885762171201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113868885762171201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113868885762171201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113868885762171201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/ucal-car-rally-for-blind_30.html' title='UCAL CAR RALLY FOR THE BLIND'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113867012005754200</id><published>2006-01-30T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:30:27.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for a sponsor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UCAL CAR RALLY FOR THE BLIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/waiting%20for%20a%20driver.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/waiting%20for%20a%20driver.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/waiting%20for%20a%20driver.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a lot of blind people who were waiting for a sponsor. This was their day out where they could go around the city and have fun too. There were not enough cars, so guys/gals join the fun next year so that more blind people can also have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113867012005754200?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113867012005754200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113867012005754200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113867012005754200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113867012005754200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/waiting-for-sponsor.html' title='Waiting for a sponsor'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113836201436513415</id><published>2006-01-27T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:46:31.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovative Indian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creativity is thinking up new things. Innovation is doing new things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/mechmouse.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/mechmouse.1.gif" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a busy international airport. They had recently introduced free internet at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had 4 computers at each browsing spot. I was watching the crowd catching up with their email and browsing the net. There were atleast 3 or 4 people waiting behind each internet user patiently (impatiently) waiting for their turn. One computer terminal was free. People would go to that terminal move the mouse around and found that the ball was missing inside the mechanical mouse, would go back to their queue a bit frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of people who were not in the queue rushed to the vacant computer only to be disappointed that the mouse would not work. You could see the smile across the faces of he people waiting for their chance at the disappointed guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this simple looking guy (Indian) walked up to the vacant computer. He checked out and found that the mouse ball was missing. He looked around and could see the sarcastic smile of the travellers over there waiting for their chance. I could see a smile on his face. He kept his bag down, picked up the mouse with his left hand and with his right hand index finger started moving the mouse internal rollers to position his cursor and browse. I was happy and smiling when I saw the sarcastic smile being replaced by amazement and stupidity in the traveller's face who were waiting for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt proud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/the_key_to_success_is_often_the_ability_to/171683.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The key to success is often the ability to adapt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113836201436513415?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113836201436513415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113836201436513415&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113836201436513415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113836201436513415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/innovative-indian.html' title='Innovative Indian!'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113823655392016639</id><published>2006-01-25T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:49:13.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry having read the previous post. Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/worry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/worry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113823655392016639?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113823655392016639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113823655392016639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113823655392016639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113823655392016639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-worry-having-read-previous-post.html' title='Don&apos;t worry having read the previous post. Be Happy'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113823503275463723</id><published>2006-01-25T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:39:48.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am getting old? burnt out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/growingold.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/growingold.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/growingold.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/growingold.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I failed. Well let me better start exercising my brain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or is it the stress at my job? let me get a break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise of the brain is as important as exercise of the muscles. As we grow older, it's important that we keep mentally alert The saying; "If you don't use it, you will lose it" also applies to the brain, so... Below is a very private way to gauge your loss or non-loss of intelligence. So, take the following test presented here and determine if you arelosing it or are still "with it." The spaces below are so you don't see the answers until you have made your answer.&lt;br /&gt;OK, relax, clear your mind and... begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL MAYBE NOT THAT CLEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1.&lt;br /&gt;What do you put in a toaster?&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Answer: "bread." If you said "toast," then give up now and go dosomething else.! Try not to hurt yourself. If you said, "bread," go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2. Say "silk" five times. Now spell "silk." What do cows drink?&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Cows drink water. If you said "milk," please do not attempt the next question. Your brain is obviously over stressed and may even overheat. It may be that you need to content yourself with reading something more appropriate such as Children's World. If you said "water"then proceed to question 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3. If a red house is made from red bricks and a blue house is made from blue bricks and a pink house is made from pink bricks and a blackhouse is made from black bricks, what is a green house made from?&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Greenhouses are made from glass. If you said "greenbricks," what the devil are you still doing here reading these questions????? If you said "glass," then! go on to Question 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4.. It's twenty years ago, and a plane is flying at 20,000 feetover Germany (If you will recall, Germany at the time was politically divided into West Germany and East Germany.) Anyway, during the flight, TWO of the engines fail. The pilot, realizing that the last remaining engine is also failing, decides on a crash landing procedure. Unfortunately the engine fails before he has time and the plane fatally crashes smack in the middle of "no man's land" between East Germany and West Germany. Where would you bury the survivors? East Germany or West Germany or in "no man's land"?&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Answer: You don't, of course, bury survivors. If you said ANYTHING else, you are a real dunce and you must NEVER try to rescue anyone from a plane crash. Your efforts would not be appreciated! . If you said, "Don't bury the survivors", then proceed to the next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5. Without using a calculator - You are driving a bus from London to Milford Haven in Wales. In London, 17 people get on the bus. In Reading, six people get off the bus and nine people get on. In Sweden, two people get off and four get on. In Cardiff, 11 people get off and 16 people get on. In Swansea, three people get off and five people get on In Carmarthen, six people get off and three get on. You then arrive at Milford Haven. What was the name of the bus driver?&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Oh, for crying out loud! Don't you remember your own name?It was YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PS: 95% of people fail in most of the questions! !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just got to accept the fact I am an average guy one of the 95%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113823503275463723?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113823503275463723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113823503275463723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113823503275463723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113823503275463723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-getting-old-burnt-out.html' title='i am getting old? burnt out?'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113810724715299912</id><published>2006-01-24T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T04:54:07.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It looks like she's been waiting for a long time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/waitingperfectman.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/waitingperfectman.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in the city where a woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is comprised of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "Well, that's better than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what's further up?" So up she goes. The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman remarks to herself, "That's great, but I wonder what's further up?" And up she goes again. The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm, better" she says. "But I wonder what's upstairs?" The fourth floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very tempting. BUT, there must be more, further up!" And again she heads up another flight. The fifth floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me! But just think... what must be awaiting me further on?" So up to the sixth floor she goes. The sixth floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor.&lt;br /&gt;There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at Husband Mart and have a nice day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113810724715299912?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113810724715299912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113810724715299912&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113810724715299912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113810724715299912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-looks-like-shes-been-waiting-for.html' title='It looks like she&apos;s been waiting for a long time!'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113806855615047624</id><published>2006-01-23T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T04:58:06.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A child's prayer for / to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/attach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/attach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is nothing more precious than the heart of a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/attach1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/attach1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute faith of a child in God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113806855615047624?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113806855615047624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113806855615047624&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113806855615047624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113806855615047624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/childs-prayer-for-to-god.html' title='A child&apos;s prayer for / to God'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113798994222547724</id><published>2006-01-21T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:41:52.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracks and Flaws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/pot1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/pot1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don't start out the day with a smile, it's not too late to start practicing for tomorrow.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck.. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering onlyone and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect forwhich it was made.But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserablethat it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to thewater bearer one day by the stream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back,you've watered them.For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decoratethe table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be thisbeauty to grace the house"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together sovery interesting and rewarding.You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113798994222547724?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113798994222547724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113798994222547724&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113798994222547724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113798994222547724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/cracks-and-flaws.html' title='Cracks and Flaws'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113776108385216394</id><published>2006-01-19T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:44:43.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you had a bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/badhaircat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/badhaircat.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A laugh is a smile that bursts. ~Mary H. Waldrip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Having a bad day???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hospital's Intensive Care Unit, patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11:00 a.m., regardless of their medical condition.This puzzled the doctors and some even thought it had something to do with the supernatural. No one could solve the mysteryas to why the deaths occurred around 11:00 a.m. on Sunday, so aworldwide team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents.The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11:00 a.m., all of the doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Some were holding wooden crosses, prayer books, and other holy objects to ward off the evil spirits.Just when the clock struck 11:00, Pookie Johnson, the part-time Sunday janitor, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so he could use the vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Having a Bad Day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average cost of rehabilitating a seal after the Exxon Valdez Oil spill in Alaska was $80, 000.00. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively saved animals were being released back into the wild amid cheers and applause from onlookers.A minute later, in full view, a killer whale ate them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Still think you are having a Bad Day???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen shaking frantically, almost in a dancing frenzy, with some kind of wire running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current, she whacked him with a handy plank of wood, breaking his arm in two places. Up to that moment, he had been happily listening to his Walkman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;STILL think you're having a Bad Day??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two animal rights defenders were protesting the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn, Germany. Suddenly, all two thousand pigs broke loose and escaped through a broken fence, stampeding madly.The two helpless protesters were trampled to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What?? STILL having a Bad Day???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraqi terrorist Khay Rahnajet didn't pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with "Return to Sender" stamped on it.Forgetting it was the bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There now, feeling Better ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113776108385216394?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113776108385216394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113776108385216394&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113776108385216394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113776108385216394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-think-you-had-bad-day.html' title='You think you had a bad day'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113738490534540405</id><published>2006-01-15T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:15:05.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully stated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A smile is an inexpensive way to change your looks.  ~Charles Gordy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/DSC00839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/DSC00839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to&lt;br /&gt;ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts&lt;br /&gt;too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with&lt;br /&gt;your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose&lt;br /&gt;someone you love. So take many pictures, laugh a lot, and love like&lt;br /&gt;you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a&lt;br /&gt;minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend sent it to me by email. How true it is when we waste our time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113738490534540405?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113738490534540405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113738490534540405&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113738490534540405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113738490534540405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/beautifully-stated.html' title='Beautifully stated'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113727819095399630</id><published>2006-01-14T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:40:19.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Guys, Let me also join the game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Before you put on a frown, make absolutely sure there are no smiles available. ~Jim Beggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Picture5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of the world's best photos -#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(All credit to the photographers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God, we don't have these playmates in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113727819095399630?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113727819095399630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113727819095399630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113727819095399630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113727819095399630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-guys-let-me-also-join-game.html' title='Hi Guys, Let me also join the game'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113714563910767345</id><published>2006-01-12T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:47:19.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, my ship is so small and your sea is so big</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.  ~Andy Rooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; One of the world's best photos -#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sailors on this ship got to be really brave to smile in a situation like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113714563910767345?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113714563910767345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113714563910767345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113714563910767345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113714563910767345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/lord-my-ship-is-so-small-and-your-sea.html' title='Lord, my ship is so small and your sea is so big'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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-20524051.post-113706778459152611</id><published>2006-01-11T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:51:49.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighting up the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always remember to be happy because you never know who's falling in love with your smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of the world's best photos -#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113706778459152611?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113706778459152611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113706778459152611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113706778459152611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113706778459152611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/lighting-up-world.html' title='Lighting up the world'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20524051.post-113695574855183743</id><published>2006-01-10T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:12:55.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a SUN, send an email</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Start every day with a smile and get it over with.  ~W.C. Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/1600/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4365/2059/320/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of the world's best photos -#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good trick shot.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could also get the stars, moon and fix it on my room ceiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20524051-113695574855183743?l=asmileforfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/feeds/113695574855183743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20524051&amp;postID=113695574855183743&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113695574855183743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20524051/posts/default/113695574855183743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmileforfree.blogspot.com/2006/01/need-sun-send-email.html' title='Need a SUN, send an email'/><author><name>smiley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325879587156938752</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
