<?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-9463330</id><updated>2011-10-04T16:31:58.153-07:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='Frustration'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Kavidhai'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Dreamerzdoodles</title><subtitle type='html'>Dream! but as you dream, remember you alone can make your dreams come true!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5708869333871136141</id><published>2009-11-24T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:16:21.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to myself</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you feel you need to say something to someone, sometimes when you wanna cry &amp;amp; sometimes when you wanna shout at someone, its better you don’t. When you turn emotional, I’ve always felt you are losing control over yourself. Its better you think about it &amp;amp; even if your mind is filled with those thoughts…its okay…just leave it.Every damn thing in this world is a matter of time…after some days the thing would not be of any concern to you. Believe me, when you get engaged in some other thing more important, these damn thoughts of yours just vanish ! But if you feel you are not able to concentrate just take some time for yourself…talking to yourself is even better than talking to your closest of friends. Even when you have hundreds of people who can comfort you at any point of time, you will always find that you are the only person who is gonna be with you at all points of time understanding all your emotional turmoil..no one else does it as well as you do! dude you are always the greatest strength for yourself... forget it &amp;amp; you search the whole world for someone to comfort you, then you are a loser. Believe in yourself, only then others will believe you! If not you, who else… Solitary moments can reveal more meaning to you when you start enjoying yourself. If you don’t find pleasure in your own company who else will? think about it! you’ll find the bliss am talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Found this in a friend's blog! Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5708869333871136141?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5708869333871136141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5708869333871136141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5708869333871136141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5708869333871136141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2009/11/talking-to-myself.html' title='Talking to myself'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-8311610852591540608</id><published>2009-09-10T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:03:39.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>How many of you still dream about your school days? I do! At times my dreams are so scary that I wake up with jolt just to realise that Im way ahead of my school days and in few years my kids would be on their way to school ! &lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the dreams I had.&lt;br /&gt;1. Forgetting to do my homework and not taking the right workbook to class.&lt;br /&gt;2. Missing one ribbon and searching for it at 8:45am when the first bell will ring at 9:00am&lt;br /&gt;3. Wearing a wrong uniform. (we had two uniforms in our school- White and white on days when we had our games period and normal brown uniform on non P.T days.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Not polishing the shoes and getting caught during prayer.&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting up late on Saturdays, when we had a special Havan period that starts at 8:20 am&lt;br /&gt;6. Losing the calendar book that has the time table chart in it and not know the classes of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I wake up crying badly from these dreams! Glad that these dreams are never going to come true! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-8311610852591540608?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8311610852591540608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=8311610852591540608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8311610852591540608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8311610852591540608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-6332467928595868839</id><published>2009-09-10T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:06:49.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Fondue Experience</title><content type='html'>Its been more than a year since I blogged and I have come to realise that I have lost even the little writing skills that I (if any at all) had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wanted to share this experience somewhere and remembered my old sweet blog :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been to Minneapolis recently as Shyam had a conference there. Its a really cool place to visit. People there are very friendly, sweet and helpful. Its the land of more than 10,000 lakes and if you are a nature person, its amazing place to roam around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner at a place called Melting Pot. Its a fondue restaurant. Those who are wondering what a fondue is, in simple terms "you are asked to pay a fortune to cook your own dinner!" but yeah it was really a very funny and expensive experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Its a four course dinner. First they provide you with a pot. To be precise its our "eeya pathram" and they have a inbuilt stove in every table. For the starters they gave us some cheese, jalapeno peppers, salsa, salt, pepper and a cup of bread, tortilla chips and some fresh cut apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SqkxK0-OH4I/AAAAAAAAHzY/JOn-KBvfNiI/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SqkxK0-OH4I/AAAAAAAAHzY/JOn-KBvfNiI/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379885291958837122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to melt the cheese, add the peppers, salsa, salt and pepper and once done dip the bowl of chips and bread and fruits into it and gulp down! The second course was pretty simple. We get to choose either a soup or a salad. We opted for the salad and so don't know if we had to cook our own soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes the main entree. Here we have to select a cooking style first. They have four options - Two had some wine in it and one was canola oil and the other was using vegetable broth. So we decided on the vegetable broth. They gave us some basic green vegetables like potato, mushroom, tofu, broccoli, some pasta and some green peas and some basic sauce and asked us to cook by ourselves! We have to dip the vegetables into the boiling broth and eat it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally comes the dessert. Another pot of boiling chocolate sauce and some fresh strawberries and a tong to dip it into it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a total check of $90, a totally different experience and a good quality time spent doing something together :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-6332467928595868839?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6332467928595868839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=6332467928595868839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6332467928595868839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>She always leaked &lt;br /&gt;not because she was weak&lt;br /&gt;neither was she stupid&lt;br /&gt;nor because she couldnt blast,&lt;br /&gt;but if she blast&lt;br /&gt;for it would hurt, not her, but the other&lt;br /&gt;afterall, she had to vent out&lt;br /&gt;hurting herself, she leaked&lt;br /&gt;to keep herself going for &lt;br /&gt;it was just She :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5380081754131646953?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5380081754131646953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5380081754131646953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5380081754131646953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5380081754131646953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaky-cauldron.html' title='The leaky cauldron'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-1271207210543293952</id><published>2008-06-10T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:48:31.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other you</title><content type='html'>Bunches of unwritten pages&lt;br /&gt;Volumes of unspoken speeches&lt;br /&gt;For the Ink be darkend and&lt;br /&gt;the words be spoken,&lt;br /&gt;their bond wud've been broken&lt;br /&gt;Yet again Silence is a killer&lt;br /&gt;and Speech is no better&lt;br /&gt;For the gold kills one alone&lt;br /&gt;Silver breaks the folks around&lt;br /&gt;Better not the pages be written&lt;br /&gt;and the words be spoken&lt;br /&gt;for thee skilled to trance about heaven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-1271207210543293952?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1271207210543293952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=1271207210543293952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1271207210543293952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1271207210543293952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2008/06/other-you.html' title='The other you'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-2539477091048188696</id><published>2008-06-09T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:28:00.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day earth stood still</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; Today at 12.30 AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the whole world seemed busy sleeping and dreaming, Uma was juggling around with her dresses.  In the past 2 hours she had changed her dress five times and finally decided to wear the Green coloured Chudidaar that Ram had sent on her Birthday. She applied Cuticura powder which seemed to accentuate her already bright face. She did her eye brows with Revlon kit she had bought a day before. She had never liked excessive make up, but today she didn’t want to leave any stone unturned.She chose the dangling green stone embedded ear rings and a green colored Bindhi that matched her dress. She looked again in the mirror. Well…not exactly drop dead gorgeous, but yeah…she did look cute today. That should be enough to knock the senses out of Ram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Possibly it was the only name that she had uttered more in these recent months than even her own name. The very thought of going to attach it after her name in a few days made her blush and she turned pink. She had been looking forward to this day for the past one week ever since Ram told her that he would be arriving in the Air Emirates flight to Chennai at 2 AM. She had hardly slept for the past one week and kept rewinding and playing how she would react and what would happen on the possibly the happiest day of her life.As she walked dangling her car keys to her silver colour Santro, she smiled as she remembered how it all began on one Sunday Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few weeks before on a Sunday Afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, Uma’s mom had showed her Ram’s photo and his profile. She seemed quite impressed with the fact that the prospective groom was well educated and had very sweet and caring parents. Uma had one look at the photo and smiled. She liked his eyes and smile. His eyes had a captivating glare and even in the photo it shone with genuine warmth and humbleness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called up unexpectedly on Sunday afternoon. She had just finished her lunch and was watching the climax of a 1000 times rerun movie. She didn’t recognize the long number on her mobile display and began with a questioning “Hello?”&lt;br /&gt;The voice on the other end boomed “Hi. Is this Uma?”&lt;br /&gt;“Speaking.”&lt;br /&gt;“I am Ram.”&lt;br /&gt;It was as if the world had stopped spinning. For a split second she was unsure about how she should react. Should she say “Hi” or “Hello” or “Oh my god”? After a gap of silent 5 seconds she blurted a shy Hi to him. She walked from the hall to the sit out in her house and said “So…how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;She knew it was lame, but she could not think of anything else. She also knew that it was past midnight for him and still he had called her. Then they started talking. They talked for almost 90 mins non stop about their mom and dad, brothers and sisters, careers and god knows what. They both knew instinctively that it had clicked between them. Uma’s mom smiled from far across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today at 1.00 AM Anna International Airport&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She parked her car and paid for the parking ticket. It had been 6 weeks since they had been engaged and had been talking for every other day. She had by hearted his entire day to day schedule which included all his class timings, lab timings, conferences etc. She would call him in between breaks and they would chat for some time. Out of the blue he would send her “I LOVE YOU” sms from his mobile when in conference and she would blush at the very sight of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these 6 weeks they had known every little detail about each other. She had told him about her mole on her right toe and he had told her about his scar on left elbow that was the result of an accident in his 4th standard. They had known the name of their favourite relatives, hated vegetables, sleeping habits, color preferences and so on. Even though they had never seen each other eye to eye, their love grew by leaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents had also come to the airport and she greeted her future in laws. The clock seemed to crawl slowly and with each passing minute her stomach experienced the same knot that she used to get on the days when exam results were announced. Exactly at 225 AM, he walked out with his trolley which carried 2 samsonite suitcases. He smiled at her as he walked outside. She remained motionless.He touched his parent’s feet and hugged them as she stood a mute spectator wondering what to do next. Sensing their need to be together, his parents smiled and told them that they would be waiting outside near their car. He came to her and looked her directly eye to eye. It told everything. Without any warning, he pulled something from behind his shirt. It was a fresh red rose. A few days before he had sent her a ring as engagement present. But this simple rose seemed to speak much more of his love for her. A flush of colour filled her cheeks and her eyes sparkled like never before. The happiness that was devoid in her for the past 6 weeks flooded her face and was reflected in every nerve and every ounce of her body. A small pearl was just about to escape her eyes when he brought his hand and rubbed it off with his fingers and said, "Yes darling! It’s me." He opened his arms in anticipation of getting that warm hug from her, for which he had come so far. She smiled a teary smile and stood speechless.He couldn't wait for her to come that 5% which according to books the woman had to move while the man had already done his 95%. He had travelled miles across oceans and countries just to be with her. Every hour, every minute, every second was too precious to be wasted. He moved closer to her and embraced his shy princess. He could feel her melt into his warm body. Goose pimples erupted along her arms spontaneously. He kissed her on her forehead. She shivered with happiness. The warm rush of blood through her body brought hormonal reactions in him that only they could feel and relish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you." He said, finally. She smiled at him and looked deeper into his longing eyes. She gave a gentle kiss upon his lips and spoke out, "I love you too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The words seemed to hit his heart even before they hit his ears&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-2539477091048188696?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2539477091048188696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=2539477091048188696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2539477091048188696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2539477091048188696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-earth-stood-still.html' title='The day earth stood still'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-2164925201885510157</id><published>2008-05-23T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:52:45.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In love with thyself :-)</title><content type='html'>Life is So beautiful and So Iam&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a reason to smile and So do I&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, I cry, I shout and shall die&lt;br /&gt;For Iam so happy like a little sparrow that learnt to fly :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-2164925201885510157?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2164925201885510157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=2164925201885510157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2164925201885510157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2164925201885510157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-love-with-thyself.html' title='In love with thyself :-)'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7831100626204368686</id><published>2008-02-19T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:31:54.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesathin Navarasam</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Shantham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thalai saaika thol kodupen endru&lt;br /&gt;thozhanai thunaivan enanku ne nirka&lt;br /&gt;thazhampoovin vaasam kandadhupol&lt;br /&gt;thulli thirindadhu enadhu manam :-) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Karunaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thalai saaika thol kodupen endru&lt;br /&gt;thaneeril ezhudhi veitha ettai pol&lt;br /&gt;ipozhudhu tholaidhoorathil irukiraaiye&lt;br /&gt;thunaiva ennai thuyaram thingindradhu :-(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Raudram &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thalai saaika thol kodupen endru&lt;br /&gt;therdhal vaakuridhipol kurivitu &lt;br /&gt;thunbathil thalli vitu tholai dooram &lt;br /&gt;thikku ariyamal odivitaya drogi x-( &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Shringar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thalai saaika thol kodupen endru&lt;br /&gt;thunaiyaai ne neirka&lt;br /&gt;un thunaiviyaai varugiren&lt;br /&gt;thaalati thalai kodhuvaaya? :x &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hasyam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thalai saaika thol kodupen endru&lt;br /&gt;thoonpol nindru kondirukiraaye&lt;br /&gt;en thalai anaiyai tholaithuviten&lt;br /&gt;thukam en kannai thazhuvugiradhu&lt;br /&gt;thuparindhu konjam kodupaaya? =)) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Veera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thalai saaika thol kodupen endru&lt;br /&gt;thattikoduthu thalabadhiyaai ne iruka&lt;br /&gt;thunbangal enaku thurumbai pol&lt;br /&gt;thukkumedaikum nan thunindhuvitten /:) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Bhayanak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;thalai saaika thol kodupen endru&lt;br /&gt;ne dhairiyam sonnalum&lt;br /&gt;thunbam enai thazhuvugayil&lt;br /&gt;thalladi thavikiren tharaiyil manpuzhuvai pol :-s &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Aashcharyam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thalai saaika thol kodupen endru&lt;br /&gt;thunaivan enaku ne iruka, mazhai chaaralil&lt;br /&gt;mei silirthadhu, nam kaadhalin aazhathai kandu&lt;br /&gt;thamarai ilai mel thaneerum thangivitadhu  &gt;:D&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(idu correct ana contextaa nu theriydhu.. but still)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Vibhats &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thalai saaika thol kodupen endru&lt;br /&gt;thunaivan ne koora&lt;br /&gt;thirumangalyam kattikollamale&lt;br /&gt;unidam thanjam pughazha mudiyuma ena?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7831100626204368686?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7831100626204368686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=7831100626204368686&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7831100626204368686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7831100626204368686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2008/02/nesathin-navarasam.html' title='Nesathin Navarasam'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5751606650587272885</id><published>2007-12-23T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:52:40.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry guys! Im taken ;)</title><content type='html'>Paavam ivanga ellam ipo kaadhal tholvi la dhaadi valaka poradha nenacha.. manasu kashtama iruku :P ;) .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/R24Wr9oih5I/AAAAAAAAARY/aLx2jEbicmQ/s1600-h/maddy_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/R24Wr9oih5I/AAAAAAAAARY/aLx2jEbicmQ/s320/maddy_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147076368665839506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/R24W6doih7I/AAAAAAAAARo/M8sArpFAKlI/s1600-h/surya_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/R24W6doih7I/AAAAAAAAARo/M8sArpFAKlI/s320/surya_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147076617773942706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5751606650587272885?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5751606650587272885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5751606650587272885&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5751606650587272885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5751606650587272885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/12/siiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggghhhhhhhh.html' title='Sorry guys! Im taken ;)'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/R24Wr9oih5I/AAAAAAAAARY/aLx2jEbicmQ/s72-c/maddy_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-4194500045085959654</id><published>2007-12-21T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:22:34.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissonance</title><content type='html'>Far yet so near&lt;br /&gt;two hearts can be&lt;br /&gt;near so apart &lt;br /&gt;oh my dear&lt;br /&gt;connected by vein and blood&lt;br /&gt;they make my eyes flood&lt;br /&gt;When the Sun went west&lt;br /&gt;and the ray of hope had to set&lt;br /&gt;my heart and mind struggle&lt;br /&gt;favoring ambivalence&lt;br /&gt;When twin hearts cuddle&lt;br /&gt;savoring jubilance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-4194500045085959654?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4194500045085959654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=4194500045085959654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4194500045085959654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4194500045085959654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/12/dissonance.html' title='Dissonance'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-6765114370391576490</id><published>2007-12-19T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:45:32.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>Ah! Relationships doesn't necessarily mean that between an eligible bachelor and an eligible girl. Relationship that i want dissect is between just two hearts. Hearts of two people be it boy-boy or boy-girl or mom-child or brother-sister or a stranger and stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test of relationship is only the "Time". Most of us get attached to someone if we speak to them a lot, not necessarily they should be related to us. Just the constant touch with the other person would create a bonding and a longing for the other person, which would eventually develop as care and concern. A relationship which doesn't expect anything from the other person except their time. And too much of intimacy would definitely cause problem. Familiarity breeds contempt holds good always! We like a person and accept them for who they are only till they don't become related to us in anyway. Once a person tries to become a part of our life, we tend to start expecting things from them, which we did not all this while. Also even their slightest behaviour which was their character would seem weird, if they are our own people. Weird!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time how much ever close and intimate would have they been, if two people grow apart and be out of touch for a while, their intimacy would start chiseling away. No two person are dependant on each other, yes we might miss the other person for a while, but then we keep moving on with life. Life and relationships are like rolling stones. We don't sit and brood over a person, if we do then we become a loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, love or hatred, its on how close yet detached we are with the other soul. There is no one permanent in this world for us. Only our own self would come with us till we go with the mud. So nothing else other than self love would give us happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not always does self love gives us happiness either. When you get into a relationship that is really intimate and special, that between a man and his wife, we tend to live for the other person. Their happiness and sorrows bother us much than that of ourselves. This is one of that kind, where both the man and his wife, feel for the other and so the distance between them, really doesnt matter much. Miles apart they can be, eyes neednt have met each other yet, but there flows a wave that always keep them bound. The waves of their thoughts and the longing for the other person.:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Raise in love to feel the difference :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-6765114370391576490?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6765114370391576490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=6765114370391576490&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6765114370391576490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6765114370391576490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/12/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7311626001796101632</id><published>2007-12-19T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T02:37:32.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The voicemail</title><content type='html'>Her heart missed its beat&lt;br /&gt;If not that was him&lt;br /&gt;It would have lost its rhythm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7311626001796101632?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7311626001796101632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=7311626001796101632&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7311626001796101632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7311626001796101632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/12/voicemail.html' title='The voicemail'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-8458388827475148845</id><published>2007-11-19T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:29:09.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time ...</title><content type='html'>In the west lived a Prince, in the east lived a Princess, &lt;br /&gt;for the rest of their life, they decided to share their nest&lt;br /&gt;the best thing happened when they fell in love&lt;br /&gt;and flew in their hearts a beautiful white dove&lt;br /&gt;all this happened over the break of a dawn &lt;br /&gt;and so shall their story go on and on :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-8458388827475148845?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8458388827475148845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=8458388827475148845&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8458388827475148845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8458388827475148845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/11/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time ...'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-6931807129841529382</id><published>2007-09-18T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T04:20:20.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so mad about Maddy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Ru-0ZTRGKmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6KzN1cxBoNA/s1600-h/madhavan_7_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Ru-0ZTRGKmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6KzN1cxBoNA/s320/madhavan_7_1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111502448850512482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jus love this guy!!!! Met him today in person! Wow i kept pinching myself to check if it was true! I was standing soooooooooo close to him! Man he was rocking in his white shirt and blue jean! Felt sooooooooooooooooooooo happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-6931807129841529382?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6931807129841529382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=6931807129841529382&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6931807129841529382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6931807129841529382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-so-mad-about-maddy.html' title='Just so mad about Maddy!!!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Ru-0ZTRGKmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6KzN1cxBoNA/s72-c/madhavan_7_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5668821968838655963</id><published>2007-08-28T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:09:19.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An attempt at Pencil Sketching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RtQeeSRXGcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gnEf_nUOY40/s1600-h/pencil+drawing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RtQeeSRXGcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gnEf_nUOY40/s320/pencil+drawing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103737783367178690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried my hand at pencil drawing.. edho kaila vandhadha kirukirken. Adjusht maadi :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5668821968838655963?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5668821968838655963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5668821968838655963&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5668821968838655963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5668821968838655963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/08/attempt-at-pencil-sketching.html' title='An attempt at Pencil Sketching'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RtQeeSRXGcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gnEf_nUOY40/s72-c/pencil+drawing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7270258987747599670</id><published>2007-08-17T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:14:52.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jai Hind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=L46pziPTYH8"&gt;Proud to be an Indian!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7270258987747599670?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7270258987747599670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7270258987747599670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/08/jai-hind.html' title='Jai Hind!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-4054644563925693733</id><published>2007-08-10T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:10:33.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Rrw5pTKL1UI/AAAAAAAAADI/qUSqOvYtAW4/s1600-h/image001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097012259956970818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Rrw5pTKL1UI/AAAAAAAAADI/qUSqOvYtAW4/s320/image001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9463330-4054644563925693733?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4054644563925693733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4054644563925693733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/08/realisation.html' title='Inspiration!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Rrw5pTKL1UI/AAAAAAAAADI/qUSqOvYtAW4/s72-c/image001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-3062119557159771213</id><published>2007-07-15T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:25:02.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magician</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today - 7.30pm, Teynampet Signal - Traffic Jam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He held her hands with tears trickling down his cheeks. Wishing he had been a magician now. Praying at least the magician arrives in time to save his sweetheart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 years before, Marina beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dumbo, did it take 3 long years for you to tell me this? Do you know i have been longing for this moment for past three years! &lt;/em&gt;Confessed Sandhya holding Sandeep's hand with tears of joy rolling down her pink cheek. Sandhya couldn't stop smiling ever since Sandeep proposed to her this evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 years back, College farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sandhya and Sandeep were good friends at college and were their department heads as well as cultural committee reps of their department. They were excellent singers and used to represent their college during the inter college meets. This day was their last day at college. They shared the award for the best cultural heads and hence were allotted adjacent seats. The program for the evening had a magic show and Sandhya was so excited about it. One of the item in the show was that the magician cuts a small girl into 5 pieces and placed each piece in different boxes and in a swipe of his wand the girl comes back alive from the audience. Sandhya was so excited and tensed that she held Sandeeps hand so tightly. His eyes got locked at her :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today - 7.50pm - Apollo Hospitals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Congrats Mr.Sandeep. Your bundle of joy has arrived! She looks like a little angel from the heaven. And your angel is right inside waiting there for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. Dedicated to my colleague who was blessed with a beautiful baby girl yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-3062119557159771213?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3062119557159771213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=3062119557159771213&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3062119557159771213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3062119557159771213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/07/magician.html' title='The Magician'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-2207320969600172914</id><published>2007-07-11T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T05:07:20.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The month that went by was the most hectic and tiresome time I had ever had or may be rather felt. Folks might laugh if I say “I am Busy” and “I am at Office”. Yes! My previous job was like a mother’s womb comfort place. I did have lots of work, but then never ever had even once in two long years ever felt a little pinch of pressure or the tiredness of working. Folks who know me personally can definitely vouch for the way my office used to be. I could rather say that I didn’t miss my college days as my first work place was more of a college kind. The floor always used to be filled with fun. There was never a day without we guys partying around. Some occasion or the other would be there and the place used to be all decorated and full of colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don’t mean to complain about my present job, but yeah apart from the work profile of mine nothing else is really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Interesting”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in this place. No attachment with people, no friends, not a soul to really care for. We were a family at the former. Miss my friends and the environment badly. Now what is that is making me crib? Yeah, I started realizing that I have lost touch with my friends. I become pre-occupied with my work and by the time I get back home, I feel like a beaten dog ready to hit the sack. I hardly find time even to speak with my relatives and friends. Worst thing :-( I even forgot to wish my friend’s wife on her Birthday that was on June 28th. Please forgive me Imsa. Belated Birthday wishes to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makkale, I know not many would really be bothered or worried if I am alive or dead, not be bothered to call me or mail me and I doubt even if you had noticed me missing for quite sometime now. But for the rest of the souls who really care for me. Here I am - really busy with hectic work (I know u evil morons! Now don’t tell me please at least work for once now :-P). I would get back to haunt you all as soon as I find some time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Till then take good care of your selves and be a good boy / good girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-2207320969600172914?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2207320969600172914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=2207320969600172914&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2207320969600172914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2207320969600172914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-work-and-no-play-makes-jill-dull.html' title='All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl :-('/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-8644533888004676178</id><published>2007-07-05T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T03:09:14.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A precision instrument of speed and aerodynamics! ;-)</title><content type='html'>I was blessed to have a glimpse of the Majestic Suzuki SX4 today morning. Man! What a Car. I enjoy admiring the Cars. It’s kind of a hobby for me to watch the cars while driving. &lt;br /&gt;SX4 is a joint manufacture of Suzuki and Fiat. Speaking about Fiat reminds me of Fiat Uno. Long since I saw any of that make on roads. It was a pretty decent model, a diesel make with good fuel efficiency. I also saw Chevrolet Spark today near my office. It looks okay but not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other models that I feel are good are Hyundai Santro, the Xing version looks only okay types compared to the original Santro. Honda City looks far better than Honda Civic. I was crazy about Maruti Swift sometime back, but now-a-days it doesn’t attract me that much. Ford Ikon is also a very nice and decent model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One awful looking car is Hyundai Sonata. I simply hate to see that vehicle and some how feel it occupies major part of the road and obstructs others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream cars on list are Citroen (a French make aircraft running in the name of Car!), Chevrolet (My brother owns one  :-) ) and Skoda Octavia. I feel Octavia is far better than Skoda Superb. The other favorite makes are Audi and Lexus. To travel in Benz was kind of a dream, but lost the thrill when I did travel in a Benz Taxi! A luxury car in India is just an ordinary taxi in abroad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream yet to come true is to go on a long drive in any of these cars above on a rainy afternoon with pleasant music on the player :-) Hope it comes true soon ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-8644533888004676178?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8644533888004676178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=8644533888004676178&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8644533888004676178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8644533888004676178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/07/precision-instrument-of-speed-and.html' title='A precision instrument of speed and aerodynamics! ;-)'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5695004328837597588</id><published>2007-06-26T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:53:39.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Kuzhandaiyena meendum maarum aasai elorkum irukiradhe, siruga sila nodigal vaazhndhuviten en ullam solgiradhe"&lt;/em&gt; anda sila nodigal.:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pleasant rainy Wednesday evening, driving along in the drizzle and get drenched properly in spite of having raincoat in hand. &lt;br /&gt;Go home fully drenched, make amma yell at me and eat hot rava dosa while she dries my hair with a towel scolding that I purposefully got drenched&lt;br /&gt;Apply marudhani in both the hands at the same time and struggle when its itching and pester amma to help even to take a leak. &lt;br /&gt;Happily relax in the sofa while amma ootifies saadam, scolding that I should have finished eating before applying marudhani :-) &lt;br /&gt;Take amma to Brilliants and get her Nei podi dosai and kulfi and on the way back notice that the kilometer reading in the beloved is more than 10,000. &lt;br /&gt;Best way of spending a weekend by sleeping the whole Sunday listening to favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole the best week I had ever had :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5695004328837597588?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5695004328837597588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5695004328837597588&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5695004328837597588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5695004328837597588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/06/blissful-moments.html' title='Blissful moments'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7682466401070824236</id><published>2007-06-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T07:05:02.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzzzzzooooooooom!!</title><content type='html'>After a really long time.. hmm guess close to 2 years now, had a wonderful time today! Went for a reaaaaaaaaaaaaal long drive with my love. Poor my sweetheart.. i strained it a lot by going at 70Km/h. But thats okay.. it has got so much of power! Reached the mahabs in jus 1 hr and 15 mins. Today was my office day out at Sterling Resorts, Mahabalipuram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of a wonderful Mahabalipuram trip that we had gone 2 years back jus before Ambika's wedding. Thanks to our dear Badree who said Tiger caves was jus 10 mins drive from Thiruvanmiyur! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back had been to nithyakalyana perumaal kovil. A very nice place and the komalavalli thayar looks very beautiful there. Had a bottle of pepsi for self and 4 ltrs of petrol for love. And back home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go for long drives every alternate weekend here afterwards. Next place of visit would be Madhuranthagam! Counting days for next weekend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7682466401070824236?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7682466401070824236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=7682466401070824236&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7682466401070824236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7682466401070824236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/06/zzzzzzzzzzzzooooooooom.html' title='zzzzzzzzzzzzooooooooom!!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-6166454012111426608</id><published>2007-06-14T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:09:25.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaha!</title><content type='html'>The 91.9 FM can be heard online and the clarity is too good! But you need to get registered &lt;a href="http://www.kumudam.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;Defenetly worth it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is the same worthless FM that had an awful and worthless ad which was more like an advertisment for some "A" (as in a film industry)rated program!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-6166454012111426608?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6166454012111426608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=6166454012111426608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6166454012111426608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6166454012111426608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/06/aaha.html' title='Aaha!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-2749044302382799469</id><published>2007-06-13T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T05:17:52.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WDGW - 2</title><content type='html'>Hey Divya, your necklace seems to be damn pretty. What stone is that? Looks like tiger eye. &lt;br /&gt;Yep it is indeed tiger eye. Got it from Vellaiyangiri hills. &lt;br /&gt;Oh that’s good. Hmm I guess I will also get one for myself. &lt;br /&gt;But you need to go there to get it for you. They don’t sell it you see. There is a tree that gives you the tiger eye seeds, you need to collect them, wash them in the waterfalls and then give it to the habitants of the place for them to tie it as a necklace for you.&lt;br /&gt;I have made up my mind. Iam going to Vellaiyangiri tonight itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sounds of all the animals at the forest. Gushing sound of the waterfalls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a breath taking place. Oh my God. How am I going to climb this mountain? &lt;br /&gt;Doctor this is a scientific miracle. How did you manage to bring the raft to the falls and climb the falls with the help of raft? &lt;br /&gt;Oh relax madam! It is very simple. We created fire by dashing two rafts against each other and lighted our cigarettes. A smoke gave us this brilliant idea of climbing up the falls using the raft. You need to use the winch to lift your raft. &lt;br /&gt;Oh Doctor, I don’t smoke. I don’t like the idea of smoking inside this beautiful forest. It is also harmful for your health. &lt;br /&gt;You are being rude madam. I have decided not to help you in finding you tiger eye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Iam so sorry Mr. Scientist. Could you please help me for once?&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, but we are not going to allow you step into our rafts. I shall give u a route map and you should find you own way up the hills.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay Sir. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cab is waiting, hey girl come fast. What are u doing there staring at the picture with tiger eye necklace? The canteen would close by 8.00pm. It’s already late. Are you planning to make me starve tonight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey give me a hand. I might fall down. I don’t even have any place to keep my foot. &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to my roots and try to walk across the platform. Be careful, I might uproot any moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my head is aching. I am unable to balance. Hey why are u standing there looking at me? Don’t you have any little love left for me? Am I not you dear sister. Give me a hand. Help me climb this place. I might fall into the falls any moment. Please brother. Ma, tell anna to help me ma. Pleeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chenna, mani 9.30 aaradhu. Ezhundru di. Iniki office ku pogaradha illaya? Ezhudru!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. WDGW = When dreams get weird.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S - Inspired by Ram ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-2749044302382799469?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2749044302382799469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=2749044302382799469&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2749044302382799469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2749044302382799469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/06/wdgw-2.html' title='WDGW - 2'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5661416943271042128</id><published>2007-06-04T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:57:07.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://kadiplaza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sindhu's&lt;/a&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;And a very Special thanks to the &lt;a href="http://mugamudi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magical Sculptor Harish&lt;/a&gt; who took all the pains to chisel and sculpt the crude plot into my dream story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today at 5 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always confusing. They tell you a thousand times that this is going to happen and still you get confused. Priya's personal favorite color was peacock blue but the color of saree chosen for today's occasion was bottle green. She was wearing a golden necklace, a diamond nose ring and ear ring, golden bangles and silver anklets. In a way she looked like a model posing for a jewelery shop in T Nagar. It was just luck enough that they chose to leave her alone. She contemplated changing saree at the last moment but was not sure if her mom would be pissed off at that. What the heck? She decided that whatever happens she would follow her heart. Suddenly she wondered and realized what had happened when she had take the same decision a few months before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 Days before in her house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother was running from pillar to post while Priya appeared least bothered. If a stranger were to enter the house at this moment he could mistake Priya's mom to be the girl-ready-for-marriage. No No. Nobody is complementing her looks. It is just that she appeared all charged up for the occasion than Priya herself. Priya didnt like that guy when she saw the photo and when she saw him in person she was more determined. His name was Vijay. He was needlessly 2 inches tall, 3 kilos underweight, a little bit tanner, had a lame smile, wore a badly matched up shirt-pant combination, had less hair and wore Bata slippers. Wrong Wrong. Everything was wrong. He was nothing closer to what she had imagined her dream prince charming would be. She would not even chose to be in the same room with him, asking for the whole life was goddamn outrageous. She was determined to tell her parents to reject it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78 Days before in a Supermarket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should not buy that shampoo" he said to her.&lt;br /&gt;She was holding a famous shampoo bottle and had almost decided to buy it. She turned when she heard Vijay spoke these words to her. A week before her parents put forward some lame excuse to Vijay's parents even though they said that their son was willing to marry Priya. She had not expected him to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Because you have curly hair. This shampoo is for straight hair and it may damage your curls. I know it because I am the sales Manager for this brand" He said it and handed her another bottle. She looked animatedly at him and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Well I am not forcing you. Unless you want to look like Lisa Ray in Water you are welcome to try it."&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at his comment, thanked him and billed the shampoo at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53 Days before at a Friends Engagement Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never seen blue color that much beautiful as today." Vijay said as he brought her the juice from the tray. She blushed and smiled sheepishly. She didnt know why but she felt butterflies in her stomach when she saw him today. Maybe it was his simple sense of humor, flattery, warmth in his eyes, the friendly smile...maybe all of these. She wanted to talk to him and tell him how much sorry she was for what had happened the other day at her house. She waited for the exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;He came near her and said "By the way...I forgot to tell you. I am getting engaged after 10 days. I would appreciate it if you could be there."&lt;br /&gt;She felt the world crawl beneath her feet. It felt like a dagger pierced through her heart. Involuntarily she heard herself saying "I too am getting engaged a month later. He is really charming and sweet."&lt;br /&gt;He was not sure if her moist eyes meant happiness, sorrow or jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 days before at Landmark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was the worse time to shop at Landmark. But then who has the time and patience to shop for a book on a weekday. She had browsed through the entire bookshelf but had failed to find that book. She was determined to find it and pick it up today come what may. Frustrated after 15 minutes she walked to the counter and was asking the fella over there for the book when he told "Sorry madam. There was one last copy in stock and this gentlemen just got it."&lt;br /&gt;He pointed to Vijay who got the book in a cover and had just received the bill. She was not prepared to react. Should she smile, blush, frown or cry? He smiled back in return. She was not sure what that smile meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today at 5.15 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched her shoulders from behind and she almost shrieked. It was unexpected. She was not prepared to react today just as she didn't 29 days before when he told her that they had called off his engagement due to his unwillingness. He had told her then "It was always you on my mind and it was hard for me to fit anyone else." She cried her heart out and they decided to be together forever. Today here he was 100 days later appearing perfectly tall, slim, charming, wonderfully dressed...and all hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked "What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a parcel from behind which was gift wrapped and handed it over to her. Eagerly but patiently she opened the gift-wrap and saw the book inside. It was &lt;strong&gt;Men are from Mars Women are from Venus&lt;/strong&gt; that she was searching that day in Landmark. Inside was a note which said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only woman I loved on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vijay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time he knew what her tears meant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5661416943271042128?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5661416943271042128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5661416943271042128&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5661416943271042128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5661416943271042128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/06/100-days.html' title='100 days'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-3036395622051759524</id><published>2007-06-03T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:21:30.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/2007/06/03/stories/2007060302350300.htm"&gt;God has answered my prayers!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-3036395622051759524?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3036395622051759524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=3036395622051759524&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3036395622051759524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3036395622051759524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-944664646408591639</id><published>2007-06-01T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:45:34.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why spare the world? :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/54b05a60-2ab4-4858-bc0e-ac10cd7083a3/parijatham"&gt;Vidhi yaara vitudu?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe height of vettiness, free downloadable softwares and a broadband connection will surely lead to such visha paritchai's :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-944664646408591639?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/944664646408591639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=944664646408591639&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/944664646408591639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/944664646408591639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-spare-world-p.html' title='Why spare the world? :P'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5169450255573100621</id><published>2007-05-30T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:35:15.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5169450255573100621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5169450255573100621&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5169450255573100621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5169450255573100621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-dna.html' title='My DNA'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-4993940706694306345</id><published>2007-05-29T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:28:23.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Rl4yu_b9paI/AAAAAAAAACY/CxYna99HADA/s1600-h/Pravs+J+-+Searching+For+Happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Rl4yu_b9paI/AAAAAAAAACY/CxYna99HADA/s320/Pravs+J+-+Searching+For+Happiness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070546013349848482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RlvSBvb9pZI/AAAAAAAAACM/0NQ-EIbEn4I/s1600-h/Pravs+J+-+Never+Give+Up+On+Anything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RlvSBvb9pZI/AAAAAAAAACM/0NQ-EIbEn4I/s320/Pravs+J+-+Never+Give+Up+On+Anything.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069876732891080082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-4993940706694306345?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4993940706694306345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=4993940706694306345&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4993940706694306345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4993940706694306345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='Note to self!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Rl4yu_b9paI/AAAAAAAAACY/CxYna99HADA/s72-c/Pravs+J+-+Searching+For+Happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7292542496860638195</id><published>2007-05-25T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:52:23.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy!</title><content type='html'>Orange blue yellow all in a meadow&lt;br /&gt;and the vibrant colours above&lt;br /&gt;sun shining bright and birds chripping straight&lt;br /&gt;and I'm floating in the air... so happy &amp; alrite&lt;br /&gt;up in waves of silky clouds&lt;br /&gt;down in green satin meadows&lt;br /&gt;with the friendly cattles and green lady beetles&lt;br /&gt;My joy overflows... like the water in a kettle &lt;br /&gt;im jumping high &amp; might even catch a shuttle &lt;br /&gt;Life is so merry now that past and future seem to fade :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Yet another one :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7292542496860638195?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7292542496860638195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=7292542496860638195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7292542496860638195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7292542496860638195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/05/joy.html' title='Joy!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-4470108581070496089</id><published>2007-05-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:54:47.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thannambikai</title><content type='html'>Vizhigal niramba kanavugal sumakkum manidhaa&lt;br /&gt;kanavai ninaivaaka ezhumbu, vidiyal kathirukaadu&lt;br /&gt;payanikka paadhaiyai thedaathe, adhai nee uruvaakku&lt;br /&gt;thadaigalai enni thigaikaadhe, nenjil thee thalumbatum&lt;br /&gt;puyalin vegathodu thigathadha dhairiyathodu purapadu&lt;br /&gt;suriyan vidiyalil sigarathai adaiya&lt;br /&gt;arpa sugangalai enni sorvaiyadhe&lt;br /&gt;porkalthilkuda punnagaiyai izhakaamal poraadu&lt;br /&gt;Kadhiravan kan vizhika vetri kopai kaipatri &lt;br /&gt;kaaladiyil kanikaiaaku &lt;br /&gt;Nenju nirambatum unai chumanda karuvirku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. One another kirrukal effort of me and my sweetie pie ashy :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-4470108581070496089?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4470108581070496089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=4470108581070496089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4470108581070496089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4470108581070496089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/05/thannambikai.html' title='thannambikai'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-6774566432968182711</id><published>2007-05-16T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T02:27:50.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jus another one - 2</title><content type='html'>Few observations that i made in past couple of days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We don't stop to eat or sleep even when our most beloved pass away!&lt;br /&gt;2. The men working at the burial ground don't refrain from asking more money from those who have lost their precious. They make the best out of the situation. Nothing to blame them, after all they burn the corps for their living.&lt;br /&gt;3. The automatic doors that are supposed to close automatically in the newly launched Air bus in Chennai doesn't close automatically. They are most often kept open until the driver smells the traffic police in the vicinity. &lt;br /&gt;4. Baskin &amp; Robbins have changed their logo. The earlier one was better i believe.&lt;br /&gt;5. The platform ticket vending machine in Chennai Central Railway station can be used to multiply  money. It doesnt give you the tickets instead gives you double the money. Im rich by Rs.3 now. Thanks to the Central Railways.&lt;br /&gt;6. My mind has stopped working (as if it ever did) that I couldn't find a better title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-6774566432968182711?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6774566432968182711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=6774566432968182711&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6774566432968182711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6774566432968182711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/05/jus-another-one-2.html' title='jus another one - 2'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-4156356339089676930</id><published>2007-05-14T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T02:31:38.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jus another one</title><content type='html'>Learnt few very important lessons in life in this past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Never take people for granted. We might hurt them unknowingly and may not realise how much we had hurt them. No point in repenting later. Damage done is done. The pain might fade slowly but the scar would remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Never hesitate to speak to someone u wish to speak or never procrastinate in getting in touch with any person. You might not know if you would really be able to make it up to meet them or speak to them the next time you want to. Life is so uncertain and short. Lets not take things for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-4156356339089676930?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4156356339089676930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=4156356339089676930&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4156356339089676930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4156356339089676930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/05/jus-another-one.html' title='jus another one'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-1296816736395066139</id><published>2007-05-02T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:50:07.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Brothers Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RjhCjz1m2uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQLtiLRT6UI/s1600-h/brothers+day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RjhCjz1m2uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQLtiLRT6UI/s320/brothers+day.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059867364328659682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky to be your sis! &gt;:D&lt; Love you Anna :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-1296816736395066139?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1296816736395066139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=1296816736395066139&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1296816736395066139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1296816736395066139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-brothers-day.html' title='Happy Brothers Day!!!!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RjhCjz1m2uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQLtiLRT6UI/s72-c/brothers+day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7821923646411971790</id><published>2007-05-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:35:28.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$h!t happens!</title><content type='html'>With jus less than two days to go for my exams, i havent even opened my books, and with absolutely no enthu to study or appear for my exams im jus feeling like a piece of S^&amp;*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if i run out of lame excuses to justify my laziness or lack of interest towards my studies, i have fallen sick and have still not recovered. I dont have a clue if i would be really able to write my exams or not! Having promised my darling friend that I would not be coming online in chat, I have kept my promise and have not logged into messenger for past couple of days, but I must admit that now the kind of addict that i have become to this blogging and net that two days off from system makes me go really mad and wild. And to top it up a whole day wasted waiting for someone to call jus got me on my nerves.I hope she forgives me for this couple of mins that i have come online!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whats this post all about? Simply nothing. Jus a vent out of my frustrations towards life. Why dont they introduce a rule, law or whatever to stop conducting exams? Are exams really necessary?? God Save this world! Save the students from these exams :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7821923646411971790?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7821923646411971790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=7821923646411971790&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7821923646411971790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7821923646411971790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/05/ht-happens.html' title='$h!t happens!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-1418281882812633480</id><published>2007-04-28T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:09:22.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional courtesy</title><content type='html'>We treat you next to God!&lt;br /&gt;We believe and trust you, coz you are supposed to save our lives&lt;br /&gt;We pay you handsome shedding our sweat to save our blood,&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you be little courteous? Dont you think you have the responsibility to explain us the facts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blood sucking MORONS! You are supposed to save lives and not take away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-1418281882812633480?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1418281882812633480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=1418281882812633480&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1418281882812633480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1418281882812633480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/04/professional-courtesy.html' title='Professional courtesy'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5217706995279610691</id><published>2007-04-21T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T05:14:59.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iru kirukugalin kirukal</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;asha: yeah temme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : next&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : round of kavidhai??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: Sure sure,, go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : hmm ipo ne start&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: waitees di&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: kanavinaal kattiya kotaiyil naan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : kuda kanniyarin kootathil thotathil kaatruvanga&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : kuda kanniyarin kootathodu thotathil kaatruvanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: gujaals huh? &lt;br /&gt;asha: Wait&lt;br /&gt;asha: Natchathriangalin naduve nilavu pol nee vara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  :  =D&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : nenjil nilavaga nam natpin ninaivugal ezhumbiyadhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: vidindhadhum maraivaayo en ven nilave...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : maraindalum marubadiyum ezhuven endru uridhiyodu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: maraindhaai vidiyalil...un varagaikku kaathirukum en vizhigal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : un kan imaigalin karuvaraikul vilayaadum un vizhigalil uruveduka marithu maru janam edupen naan&lt;br /&gt;Sri  :  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: un kaneeril kulithu punnagail thalai thuvati pala jenmangal vaazhven naan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : wow beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: Not as good as urs but I'm trying!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : marithu manodu ponalum, anda man vaasanaiudan kalandu un manadai vandu adaiven &lt;br /&gt;Sri  : marithu manodu ponalum, un kaneer thuli sindhiya anda man vaasanaiudan kalandu un manadai vandu adaiven &lt;br /&gt;Sri  :  :-) &lt;br /&gt;Sri  : or wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: ok &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : marithu manodu ponalum, un kaneer sindhi ezhum anda man vaasainaiudan kaladhu un manadai vandhu adiven naan maru janam eduka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: No no&lt;br /&gt;asha: Second one was good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : ??&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : hmm seri okay apo second eduthuko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: marithu manodu ponalum, un kaneer thuli sindhiya anda man vaasanaiudan kalandu un manadai vandu adaiven&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sri  : ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: Wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : ogayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: Nee ennai marandhaalum naan unnai piriya mudiyaamal un ninaivalaiyaai iruppen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : alaiyaai ne iruka un varavai edhirpaarkum karaiaai na kidapen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: varamal nee megamaai maraidhaalum naan vaanam paartha bhoomi dhaane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : megamaai na maraiya veyildiam ne murai ida vaanavillai nan uruveduthen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: Wow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  :  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: Azhiven endraalum ennai urukki nam uravai velipadhuthave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : unai azhiyaviduven endru ne eninaal varum minnalil sikki enai nane marithu kolven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: hmmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri  : hmmmmmmmmmmm........&lt;br /&gt;Sri  :  :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asha: En maraivilaavadhu un punagaiyai kaana&lt;br /&gt;asha: The end&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sri  : okies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5217706995279610691?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5217706995279610691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5217706995279610691&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5217706995279610691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5217706995279610691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/04/iru-kirukugalin-kirukal.html' title='iru kirukugalin kirukal'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-1208306638165571651</id><published>2007-04-21T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T03:01:40.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickle</title><content type='html'>When you have no better job to do&lt;br /&gt;When you have no one to speak to&lt;br /&gt;When you feel too lonely&lt;br /&gt;When you feel no oneelse can spare time with you&lt;br /&gt;When you are bored&lt;br /&gt;When you need my help&lt;br /&gt;you call me, you say you are missing me, you feel im ur best friend&lt;br /&gt;No my honey, you dont treat me as ur friend, but u r using me as a pickle for you life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please dont give me advices like friendship is understanding and unconditional.. im fed up of all those BS! In simple terms on person is damn selfish and the other person is a dumbhead! You know who is who!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-1208306638165571651?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1208306638165571651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=1208306638165571651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1208306638165571651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1208306638165571651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/04/pickle.html' title='Pickle'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7737224719137846920</id><published>2007-04-20T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:19:52.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ena thavam seidheno</title><content type='html'>Nam thaai in karuvukulirundhu naan&lt;br /&gt;unudan kannampoochi aadinen&lt;br /&gt;enai kandu pidithadhum kattipidithu konjinaai&lt;br /&gt;Naan kanvizhithadhum enai oru nimidamkooda&lt;br /&gt;katutharai medhu vidamal &lt;br /&gt;un tholye thotilaagavum, un madiye medhai aagavum maatrinaai.&lt;br /&gt;Enadu mazhalai pechugalil mayangi mei silirthai&lt;br /&gt;un kanirkul manipol veithu enai kaathuvarugiraai&lt;br /&gt;un vilaiyaatu porutkalai naan vittuerindhu udaithapodhu&lt;br /&gt;vitukoduthu poi enanudan vilayadinaai&lt;br /&gt;enai oru kurangu kuttiyai pol kattikondu palliku kuti chendrai&lt;br /&gt;enadhu vaazhvin ovoru ovoru katathilayum enakagave ne vaazhgirai&lt;br /&gt;anna, nan un thangaiyay pirakka ena thavam seidheno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7737224719137846920?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7737224719137846920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=7737224719137846920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7737224719137846920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7737224719137846920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/04/ena-thavam-seidheno.html' title='ena thavam seidheno'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-1230660182061135145</id><published>2007-04-16T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:20:45.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sumai</title><content type='html'>kaambirku poo sumai aanadhu&lt;br /&gt;megarthiku mazhai sumai aanadhu&lt;br /&gt;pullirku pani thuli sumai aanadhu&lt;br /&gt;iraviku nilavu sumai aanadhu&lt;br /&gt;kadaluku alai sumai aanadhu&lt;br /&gt;petrorgaluku thanadhu kanni penn sumai aagivital!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-1230660182061135145?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1230660182061135145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=1230660182061135145&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1230660182061135145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1230660182061135145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/04/sumai.html' title='sumai'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-9132665593740520121</id><published>2007-04-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:08:39.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raft..</title><content type='html'>Life is like a journey on a raft drifting on the water that needs to be balanced to reach the destination. We come across so many co-passengers, but how many of them do we really take along with us till the end? Or how many of them can really join us till the end? How many of us would be willing to jump off the raft if that needs to be saved from drowning away? Wont we not push someone else and save our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQke6KMpaKU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQke6KMpaKU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rF1BEEwud1w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rF1BEEwud1w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-9132665593740520121?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/9132665593740520121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=9132665593740520121&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/9132665593740520121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/9132665593740520121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/04/raft.html' title='The Raft..'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5200021250580534442</id><published>2007-04-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T08:47:35.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back..</title><content type='html'>Makkale im back :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty tough time in the past. Had a lot of tough decisions to make in life. Learnt so many things, the way we need to express ourself, the issues in which we need to be assertive and most importantly understood that everyone is not what we think about them they are. Speak out, you may fall in love with your enemy too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam happy, im sad, im going mad and i feel so glad. Its like a rainbow in my heart with a dark cloud surrounding it!! Dark enough for a heavy downpour !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5200021250580534442?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5200021250580534442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5200021250580534442&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5200021250580534442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5200021250580534442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/04/back.html' title='Back..'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-9146435983367367712</id><published>2007-03-08T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:31:22.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood of a girl :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RfAdyxUezwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZxSgg483sas/s1600-h/ip-swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039560741097492226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RfAdyxUezwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZxSgg483sas/s320/ip-swing.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/9463330-9146435983367367712?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/9146435983367367712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=9146435983367367712&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/9146435983367367712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/9146435983367367712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/03/mood-of-girl.html' title='Mood of a girl :-)'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RfAdyxUezwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZxSgg483sas/s72-c/ip-swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-2146112900328505345</id><published>2007-03-06T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:26:48.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>Orange disc - Raising sun&lt;br /&gt;Yellow smiles - Blooming Sunflower&lt;br /&gt;Blue tranquility - lake&lt;br /&gt;Giggles of green - meadows&lt;br /&gt;Black beauty - Star studded sky&lt;br /&gt;Pinkish violet - bougainvillea&lt;br /&gt;Wishy white - Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in love with Nature!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-2146112900328505345?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2146112900328505345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=2146112900328505345&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2146112900328505345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2146112900328505345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-95856765800853491</id><published>2007-03-04T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:18:05.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copycats!</title><content type='html'>Pierced ears, nose, lips, eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;Hairband, hair clips, pony tails, braided hairstyle..&lt;br /&gt;hand bands, bangles, bracelets, anklets, ear ring, nose ring, toe ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys will you all please stop copying us.. our items are becoming costlier due to the increase in demand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - Vaidheha kudumi and kadukan people are exempted from the above list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-95856765800853491?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/95856765800853491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=95856765800853491&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/95856765800853491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/95856765800853491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/03/copycats.html' title='Copycats!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-4524767602220317887</id><published>2007-03-01T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:53:46.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minsara kanavu</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://kaysonline.blogspot.com/"&gt;KK&lt;/a&gt; this time.. need to write a dream (the ones that we wish to come true?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my most fearful dreams [and believe me these dreams repeat quite often :( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A dream of getting up late on the exam day and missing the hall ticket at home and then rushing back home to take the hall ticket, and finally make up to the exam hall jus at the end of the first half an hour so that im let inside for the exam, but unfortunately, my calculator or pen wont work and i write my exam so horribly that day and after seeing me cry so much the examiner agrees to give 5 mins grace time to complete the paper. I have never ever been to an exams without this dream the previous night. I always get scared so much for exams and make sure i carry 3 calculator all powerd by both solar and cell :D one full box of all colours of pen, and ink pen and ink bottle too :D 2 sharpners and 2 erasor and also one box of pencils. I know im mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont know the reason behind getting this dream, but i get this quite often, as if all my teeth fall down when im brushing my teeth. I jus get up with a jolt whenever this happens.I will be doubly careful the next morning while brushing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good dreams that i have had are these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Somehow I sometimes get dreams of going to a temple where i have never been before, the routes and the places and all the faces everything new, but within one month of that dream, i endup visiting those temples and to my surprise i would feel so nostalgic and would be like my dream was exactly the same, including the faces and the dialogues that i have with them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This is my all time favourite dream and i dont know if i can call it a dream because I imagine this and go to the fantasy world and fall asleep. Its the story of Heidi. That im heidi and I stay with my dad (actually its her grandfather in the story, but i somehow want to live with my dad) in the swiss alps with lots of flowers and pines near my house. I have my bed near the roof with a small window by its side through which i admire the moon during the night and where my friend a little sparrow would come and wake me up with its chripping in the morning when the sun winks from the snow clad mountains. &lt;br /&gt;I go down and then when i open the backyard door i have a slide that takes me to a natural sauna from a nearby waterfall :-) [something similar to the thanga thamarai magale picturisation from Minsara kannavu :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i tag.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miamente.blogspot.com/"&gt;Asha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunriseinsea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Harini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://softpeacock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mayur&lt;/a&gt; ; and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kadiplaza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sindhu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-4524767602220317887?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4524767602220317887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=4524767602220317887&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4524767602220317887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4524767602220317887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/03/minsara-kanavu.html' title='Minsara kanavu'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5100609189016842726</id><published>2007-02-20T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:37:03.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>பூவிற்குள் ஒரு போர்க்களம்</title><content type='html'>விடியலை தடுக்கின்ற ஒரு மேகக்கூட்டம்&lt;br /&gt;என் மனதிற்குள் ஏன் இந்த போராட்டம்&lt;br /&gt;காதலே ஒரு சூதாட்டம்&lt;br /&gt;வாழ்க்கையில் எல்லாம் தடுமாற்றம்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;திக்கு திசை அறியாமல் செல்கின்ற நீரோட்டம்&lt;br /&gt;கானல் நீரை மட்டுமே மனம் பாராட்டும்&lt;br /&gt;தன் அழகை இழந்த இந்த பூந்தோட்டம்&lt;br /&gt;என் வாழ்க்கையில் மிஞ்சியவை வெறும் ஏமாற்றம்!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5100609189016842726?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5100609189016842726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5100609189016842726&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5100609189016842726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5100609189016842726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='பூவிற்குள் ஒரு போர்க்களம்'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-2292196672766506821</id><published>2007-02-14T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:03:57.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karuthu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RdP3kXsnVdI/AAAAAAAAABE/ym5bfOrwnFM/s1600-h/karuthu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RdP3kXsnVdI/AAAAAAAAABE/ym5bfOrwnFM/s320/karuthu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031637412911470034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-2292196672766506821?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2292196672766506821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=2292196672766506821&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2292196672766506821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2292196672766506821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/02/karuthu.html' title='Karuthu'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RdP3kXsnVdI/AAAAAAAAABE/ym5bfOrwnFM/s72-c/karuthu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5472833505756111843</id><published>2007-02-14T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T13:43:29.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RdIwwnsnVcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ibKSqlwRzMw/s1600-h/8701-057-03-1052.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RdIwwnsnVcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ibKSqlwRzMw/s320/8701-057-03-1052.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031137345574229442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my dear fellow bloggers and bloggies :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5472833505756111843?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5472833505756111843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5472833505756111843&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5472833505756111843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5472833505756111843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RdIwwnsnVcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ibKSqlwRzMw/s72-c/8701-057-03-1052.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-990429180193286182</id><published>2007-02-14T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:05:13.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/2007/02/13/stories/2007021306320400.htm"&gt;any longer!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-990429180193286182?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/990429180193286182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=990429180193286182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/990429180193286182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/990429180193286182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hate-to-drive.html' title='I hate to drive'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-8621059487641019104</id><published>2007-02-13T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T06:20:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious Valentine</title><content type='html'>A is in love with  B, B love's C, C reciprocates the love with B, D loves A.. now what can be done??  Should A accept D’s love? Wont that mean the ultimate person who’s wish doesn’t get fulfilled is A? Or wont that mean A’s love for B is not true? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-8621059487641019104?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8621059487641019104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=8621059487641019104&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8621059487641019104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8621059487641019104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/02/vicious-valentine.html' title='Vicious Valentine'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-6086565297928512006</id><published>2007-02-12T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:15:31.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurture your relationship</title><content type='html'>If you are happy right now, it's not because everything about your life is necessarily &lt;br /&gt;going right , but because a relationship that really matters to you the most is going great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unhappy right now, it's NOT because everything about your life is necessarily &lt;br /&gt;going wrong, but because a relationship that really matters to you the most is NOT going great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are like seeds. They have to be nurtured and developed. Expectations are like &lt;br /&gt;weeds. They grow with time. When enough investment goes into building a relationship, &lt;br /&gt;the expectations in that relationship can be managed. When a relationship is left un-nurtured, &lt;br /&gt;then the expectations in that relationship shake the very roots of the relationship. Our problem &lt;br /&gt;is growing expectations in stagnant relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To nurture relationship is simpler than simple. Do this :&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurture your relationships with the investment of quality time. Take time to listen and &lt;br /&gt;understand. As often as possible, communicate to be understood. Seek to give and be graceful &lt;br /&gt;in receiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go .. Nurture your relationship &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Got this one as a forward, but made a lot of sense and so its way into my blog :-). Sorry for updating all forward stuffs offlate. Will update a real post soon. Its simply mal-functioning of my brains (can listen to your words **"&lt;em&gt;Do you have any??&lt;/em&gt;"** but what to do.. with the little that i have.. need to think and write something ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-6086565297928512006?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6086565297928512006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=6086565297928512006&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6086565297928512006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6086565297928512006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/02/nurture-your-relationship.html' title='Nurture your relationship'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-3764467123966135238</id><published>2007-02-08T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:11:49.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>karuthulla paatu :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.musicindiaonline.com/p/x/PUpgE33jft.As1NMvHdW/"&gt;Aadatha Aattam Ellam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Name: Mounam Pesiyadhe (2002)&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Karthik Raja&lt;br /&gt;Music Director: Yuvan Shankar Raja&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Snehan&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2002&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Aparajeeth Films&lt;br /&gt;Director: Amir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aadaatha aattamellaam,&lt;br /&gt;Po ttavanga mannukkulla,&lt;br /&gt;Pona kathai unakku theriyumaa?&lt;br /&gt; Nee kondu vanthathenna?&lt;br /&gt;Nee kondu povathenna?&lt;br /&gt;Unnmai aena, unakku puriyumaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vaalkai ingae yaarukkoe sonthamillaiyae,&lt;br /&gt;Vanthavanum varubavanum nilaipathillaiyae,&lt;br /&gt;Neeyum naanum nooru varusham iruppathillai, paaru,&lt;br /&gt;Nittham godi sugangal thaedi,&lt;br /&gt;Kanngal moodi alaigindroam,&lt;br /&gt;Paavangalai maelum maelum,&lt;br /&gt;Saertthukondae pogindroam,&lt;br /&gt;Manithan ennum vaedam pottu,&lt;br /&gt;Mirigamaaga vaalgindroam,&lt;br /&gt;Theerpu ondru iruppathai maranthu,&lt;br /&gt;Theemaigalai seiygindroam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaalam meendum thirumbaathae,&lt;br /&gt;Paathai maari pogaathae,&lt;br /&gt;Bhoomi konjam kulunginaalae,&lt;br /&gt;Nindru pogum aattamae,&lt;br /&gt;Heyy, karuvaraikkul kaanaatha,&lt;br /&gt;Katthukonda siru aattam,&lt;br /&gt;Thottilukkul sugamaaga thodarum aattamae,&lt;br /&gt;Paruvam pookkum naeratthil,&lt;br /&gt;Kaadhal seiya poraattam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaadhal vantha pinnaalae,&lt;br /&gt;Bodhai aattamae,&lt;br /&gt;Vaerukkaaga oru aattam,&lt;br /&gt;Kaasukkaaga pala aattam,&lt;br /&gt;Ettu kaalil pogumbodhu,&lt;br /&gt;Ooru podum aattamae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-3764467123966135238?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3764467123966135238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=3764467123966135238&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3764467123966135238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3764467123966135238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/02/karuthulla-paatu.html' title='karuthulla paatu :-)'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-895652603086247644</id><published>2007-01-30T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:12:27.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanaalam dhan katikitu...</title><content type='html'>Arranged Marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickly-sweet jasmine coils in her &lt;br /&gt;serpentine braid,&lt;br /&gt;bathed in rose water and mystic oils,&lt;br /&gt;swathed in scarlet silk and burnished in gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirrored orbs of eyes lined with kohl&lt;br /&gt;to ward off the evil eye,&lt;br /&gt;startled bindi marks her forehead,&lt;br /&gt;center of her being, as one with the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Rich stains seep through ivory skin,&lt;br /&gt;of crushed henna, as an unending maze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunburst marigolds squat on dewed grass&lt;br /&gt;hearing hushed whispers upon mumbled mantras.&lt;br /&gt;Stiff old aunts stiff in starched saris,&lt;br /&gt;crusty vermilion in their hair as&lt;br /&gt;flaking proof of marriages that last.&lt;br /&gt;Watching young girls dance to flute melodies,&lt;br /&gt;plotting upon future brides for sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downcast timid bridal eyes harboring &lt;br /&gt;resentment within&lt;br /&gt;an ebbing heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hina Qidwaisr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idha paathu sandhosha padradha varutha padradhanu theriyala..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-895652603086247644?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/895652603086247644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=895652603086247644&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/895652603086247644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/895652603086247644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/kanaalam-dhan-katikitu.html' title='Kanaalam dhan katikitu...'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-1945537476291003443</id><published>2007-01-25T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:23:55.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooch!</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://karuppu-vellai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prasad&lt;/a&gt;. Evalo periya tag (Read it in the tone similar to "Chattai la evalo buttons ;)")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Were you named after anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Lord Vishnu ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, on starts, sun, moon.. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Last week when i had to say bye to my brother after 1 month of stay with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Thalai ezhuthu dhan urupidiya illa. Atleast my hand writing is decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favourite meat?&lt;br /&gt;Enoda amma kaata veral. When she ootifies me at times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t really have anything like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm not sure.. but guess shud be yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Are you a daredevil?&lt;br /&gt;I am. I do take all sorts of risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How do you release anger?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on whom im angry with. At times I shout, I cry (if im angry with my self) and I sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where is your second home?&lt;br /&gt;No. 122, MahatmaGandhi Road, Nungambakkam, Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you trust others easily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do. Vaazhkaiye nambikai dhane ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was your favourite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;My anna's toy cars and aeroplanes. I still have them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What class in school/college do you think is totally useless?&lt;br /&gt;All classes except the PT, Art and MI periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit?&lt;br /&gt;Apadina?? After googling.. nope. I hate crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What do you look for in a guy/(gal)?&lt;br /&gt;Empathy, compassion, quick-witted, patriotism :) and GTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you bungee jump?&lt;br /&gt;I will if granted permission to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;No.. i save time on that ;) And lace vecha shoe school oda pochu. I use only slip-on's now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.what's your favourite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;DBC at Corner house and Fried Icecream at Cascade :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your favourite colours?&lt;br /&gt;Black &amp; Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are your least favourite things?&lt;br /&gt;To read for exams and wait for the results :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people do you have a crush on right now?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe im weak in maths.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who do you miss most right now?&lt;br /&gt;My anna :( [enoda pallu thuru thrungrdadhu. Its been days since i got a good chunk of is hand bitten]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;O' butterfly butterfly yen virithai siragai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is the weather like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Warm ( time is 1:16 am here at chennai! #:-s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;My anna :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The "first" thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Hair style ;) as well as his height(Tall)[pal varisai (i love surya for his teeth :X apram super kangal and azhagana siripu :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you like the person who sent you this?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, his blog's atleast. Not sure abt the person coz yet to meet him in person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful. Gained a lot of wisdom :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite non alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;H2O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favourite alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;Err.. i dont drink alcoholic drinks. May be nellai pazha rasam.. adu kudichale kicku erina madri dhan irukum :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Natural hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Eye colour?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;I do :D... (Gils idu contacts ;) not soda buddi :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless elder brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favourite month?&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;Amma panna thayir saadam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favourite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Jan 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out?&lt;br /&gt;Vekkam maanam soodu soranai lam irunda na en ipadi tharudhalaiya iruka poren :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Scary movies or happy endings?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Holi or Diwali?&lt;br /&gt;Diwali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What book/magazine are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;Padipukum enakum romba dooram. I hate to read books :-s, but i do read at times if i feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What's on your mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;I don't use a mouse pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;br /&gt;I didnt watch TV at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Favourite Smell?&lt;br /&gt;Mann vaasanai and amma pandra saatumadhu vaasanai :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever regretted breaking up with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Most tiresome thing you’ve ever experienced/done?&lt;br /&gt;Study for exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is my favorite part. I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramsince2005.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://supershanki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gils&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mugamudi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Harish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplynaren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Naren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kahin-duur.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-1945537476291003443?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1945537476291003443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=1945537476291003443&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1945537476291003443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1945537476291003443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/ooch-such-big-tag.html' title='ooch!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-873048280209234420</id><published>2007-01-25T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T03:51:52.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalyana parisu</title><content type='html'>Thalai oda order nala inke inda post. My policy is that if we give someone a gift, it should be both useful, memorable and a long lasting one. Summa greeting card-u, poo chandu la lam i dont believe. Kaasu kuduthu vangara porul usefulavum irukanum adhe madri romba naal nambala nyabagam vechukara madriyum irukanum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambi akka oda kalyanathoda gift was a funny one. Ice-kum adhe madri pananumnu aasai irundadhu, but there were not so many people to help and also the resourses were not adequate. Apadi ena Ambi akka oda giftnu kekarengala? We got some few card board boxes and stuffs like bommai, socks, hairpin, comb, chocolate and all silly things and kept rapping one after the other and stuffed with so much of waste paper cuttings, that hey had to fish out for their gift. Kadaise ya the original gift of the "Divinity" gold plated picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-ukum ide madri creative-a edachum kudukalaamnu yosichom. The various gifts that were suggested were : Some Divinity piece or showcase piece or a dinner set. As the dinner set was a better utilitarian it was finalised. 4th Block Jainagar la poi vangalaamnu decide pani anga ponom. Anda kadaiku pona we got so many new ideas. kutti kutti car bomai, cycle ellam irundadhu. Seri pesama, futurela ice oda kozhandaiku usefula irukatumenu oru cycle or car bommai vangidalaamnu almost finalise pana apram.. romba alpathanam pana vendam, kozhandai porakache aduku thaniya gift kuduthukalaamndra ideala inda cycle gap mattera freeya vitutu dinner set edathuku poi paarthom.  Super super varieties la naraya vechurunda. Onu colour pidicha piece naraya illa, illa naraya piece irukum colour seri illa.. finala oru set decide pani pack panitom. Adukulyum anda kadai kaarana pesi oru vazhi panitom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda dinner set la 6 plates and side plates set irundadhu. Odane sudh bayangara intelligenta onu sonnan. Yeah idu correcat irukum. One for ice, one for imsa, two for their kids ( small family happy family :P) and two for their parentsnu :D hehe .. [edho baba blacksheep rhyme madri irundadhu]. Apram incase their parents are not in town na ena pandradhunu ketadhuku namba pona samachu podanu solitan :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadu la thaliakum sudhukum oru super idea. Pesama iceku oru beer glass vanigi kudukalaamnu. Adhan annathaiku kanalam aaga pogudhu oru kudiyum kuduthanama irukara effect varumnu.. apram imsa va manasula vechu.. ice oda nelamaiya kardhu pona poradhunu ada vanga vidama paniaachu. Idula vera different size and shape la beer glass selection nadanduchu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadaiseela elathayum pack panitu, pay panitu kalambina, thalai got one super idea. Dinner set vechu ice ena pana poraru? Imsa ku adu useful, apo inda dinner set-a wash pana poradhu epadiyum ice dhan nu avaruku oru vim bar and scotch brite-a gift a vangitu kalambitom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception la imsa kai la dinnersetayum ice kai la Vim barayum kuduthadhum sema comedy. Iceuku vanda kovathula anda vim bar-a epadi maraikaradhunu theriyama sema kadupayiataru. Mission accomplished !hehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-873048280209234420?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/873048280209234420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=873048280209234420&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/873048280209234420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/873048280209234420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/kalyana-parisu.html' title='Kalyana parisu'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-6566429463734169300</id><published>2007-01-24T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:32:45.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jillunu oru jodi.</title><content type='html'>:D Enoda nanban Ice kum Imsa kum pona Monday dhan kalyanam nadandhuchu. Avanga rendu perum sema sweet couples. Kitathata 1 yeara marachu vecha ponna pakarathukagavendiye Kuwait lendu sekaram kalambu vanda apram dhan puriyudhu  yen Ice Imsa oda intro kekumbodhu ellam siriche samalicharunu. Kann patudumdra bayam. Seriously she was super cute girl. Samatha azhaga irundanga. Another black and white frienda ner la pathuten. Only one more person is left in our old gumbal to be met in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday nite bus eri banglore poi senda sema kuluru! yeppa ooty vida mosama irunddhu.. (ana na idu varaikum ooty poi pathadhe illa.. summa oru effect kaga sonnen :P). En nanban avanodaya superfast bike la vandu kutitu ponan. Travel panna kalaipula poi thungiten friend veetula. Apram thalaiyum azhuku muttai kum fone panna, anda rendu somberiyum thungitu irundanunga. So nanum resumed to my sleep :D Apram ezhundu kulichu break fast lam saptu match pathindrundom konjam neram apram thalai and AM came. Konja neram orkut kisu kisu lam pesitu vayathula mani adika aramichadhum poi kotika ponom. Thalai oda pudhu bike supera irundhuchu. Royal Enfield -Thunderbird la super ride kutindu ponan, ana adula konjam ushara illadadhunala kaal la sudu patuduchu :(  apram konjam oor suthitu Hotel Kamat ku poi supera kotindom. AM romba aasapata bisibelabath sapada mudiyatiyum edho ela thazha lam nana mokkinan. Aparam nala paatu kutchery oda saptom North Mysore sapadu full kattu katitu extra more vera vangi kudichutu poi iceji kalyanathuku gift vangitu vandu sendhom veetuku. Apram yours truly ready ayitu elam started for the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leela palace Barista la delhi kari pisasum journalist akkaum waiting for usndradhu nala I went to Leela palace and thalai, Kris and AM went to thalais room. Konja neram Barista la aratai adichutu gossip lam panitu oru coffee kudichutu we started towards the reception. Enga poradha kaalam blore la edho naansense pasaga riots and curfew ntanga.. so auto lam kadaikardhe kashtama irundadhu. Adichu pudichu 7.30ku poi sendha reception halluku inum ponnum maapliayum varaveilla.. appadanu solitu poi okandu konjam neram aratai adichom. Apram the usual round of kalaichings lam nadandadhum .. queue la poi wait pani mana makkala paathu vaazhthitu engaloda mukyamana matter.. dinner ku poitu nalla kotindom. Apram AM thirumba cochin poganumdradhunaala avana thalai kondupoi tashion la vitutu poitan and we took a cab and reached journalist akka home. Kris left early coz he had to reach his home before we cud go there. Aduku apram poi konjam aratai adichutu went off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adutha naal karthala ezhundu kulichutu kalambalaamnu patha autove kadaikala.. apram romba neram kezhichu kadachadhu... serinu outer ring road nu solli erina avan edho oru route la poitan.. romba suthitu apram enga kalyanamlam mudinjirkumonu thitinde pona apo dhan maaplai saare vandaru.. apram made fun of him to the core and was having max fun. Adukulyum thalai firstye attendance kuduthutu oru round katu katitaru tiffin. Apram kalyanam mudinjapram poi avangala aaservadham ;) panitu poi vanda velaya samatha paathutu escape ayitom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makkale.. fotos lam anupiten. Tooka video clipping of the marriage, ice kita permission vanigitu midinja youtube la upload pandren.. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-6566429463734169300?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6566429463734169300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=6566429463734169300&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6566429463734169300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6566429463734169300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/jillunu-oru-jodi.html' title='Jillunu oru jodi.'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-8116487506617089730</id><published>2007-01-18T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:47:39.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:( oru kuzhandaiyin engudhal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Ra-ysano3xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u7tqjqLxzzI/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021428585670958866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Ra-ysano3xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u7tqjqLxzzI/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt so bad after reading this. Ladies going to job is fine... but definitely not after they have got a kid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Appa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;paasam&lt;/span&gt; cannot be replaced by some caretaker. Please for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heaven sake&lt;/span&gt; understand that.. both the parents going for job to run a decent comfortable life is all understandable, but not at the cost of  the affection and care that is to be shown towards their child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-8116487506617089730?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8116487506617089730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=8116487506617089730&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8116487506617089730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8116487506617089730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/oru-kuzhandaiyin-engudhal.html' title=':( oru kuzhandaiyin engudhal'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/Ra-ysano3xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u7tqjqLxzzI/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-4305216840939749530</id><published>2007-01-16T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T05:01:20.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour podi mudhal Kannu pidi varai</title><content type='html'>This year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pongal&lt;/span&gt; celebrations were really special and we had a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pongal&lt;/span&gt; this year. I was wondering what would we be getting in this desert and that too an Islamic State. Inga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sarvamum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sampoornama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kadiakudhu&lt;/span&gt; and we are also not stopped or prohibited from doing/following our customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see that we get everything, literally everything that we get in India. Right from the colour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;podi&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kolam&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Rangoli&lt;/span&gt;) to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;vaazhaelai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Manja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kezhangu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Maa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;elai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Karumbu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing that I missed this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pongal&lt;/span&gt;. Starting from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Poli&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Bhogi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pandigai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; made Venn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pongal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chakara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pongal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tirukannamadu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;vadai&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kannu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kootu&lt;/span&gt; (similar to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Aviyal&lt;/span&gt;) , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thenga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;saadam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;puliyodharai&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thayirsadam&lt;/span&gt; and my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Paal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;payasam&lt;/span&gt; today :D. Performed the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kaaka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kuruvi&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kalyanam&lt;/span&gt; and :D got a special gift from my wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;anna&lt;/span&gt; :P Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt; for him that we celebrate this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pandigai&lt;/span&gt; and if he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; take care well, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; is the use?? ;) He has promised me a surprise so still waiting for that surprise gift.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Enaikum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;illada&lt;/span&gt; doubt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;iniki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;vandhuchu&lt;/span&gt;.. why do we say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kaakaikum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kuruvikum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kalyanam&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Apo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;munadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kaalathula&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kaaka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kuruvi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;matum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;inter caste&lt;/span&gt; marriage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;panikalaama&lt;/span&gt;?? ;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nalla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kadhaiya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;iruke&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; will have to ask my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;amma&lt;/span&gt; the reason for this.. may be elders have something to say.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ipadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;solivechutu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;poirukanga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;iruke&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall my trip to Kuwait was wonderful.  Two more days and back to base.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-4305216840939749530?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4305216840939749530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=4305216840939749530&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4305216840939749530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4305216840939749530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/colour-podi-mudhal-kannu-pidi-varai.html' title='Colour podi mudhal Kannu pidi varai'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-6357849350730801987</id><published>2007-01-13T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T05:03:06.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unsolicited piece of Advice!</title><content type='html'>I do know and can empathise the feeling of the person at the other side of the table who is forced to listen to the unsolicited piece of advice. It adds more discomfort to them for two reasons. One that they get more irritated when someone else is trying to experiment their ideas with our problems and the second that the rain of advice has started without even understanding the problem fully or when there was no such problem existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, viewing the situation in an unbiased manner, I would say the person offering such advice cares a lot for the other person and (barely?)aware that the other person cares a damn for whatever is being said to him in his present state of mind. This mostly happens in a relationship between a girl and a guy. The girl cares for her friend a lot and is genuinely worried about him and his well being and the guy is also treats her as his best friend, but feels he is no longer a kid and is very well capable of handling his problems and any situations on his own. He just want some time and space to sort out things on his own and tries to get away from the girl if he feels he is too much dependant on her (or has she got a feeling that he cant handle things without her being there to help him out). This leads to a lot of worries and tension between the two persons. The person offering her esteemed opinion feels that the other person is not ready to listen to her and might suffer in the end, and the person who is listening is already over burdened with his own thoughts and worries and thus gets frustrated when some more piece of nonsense is being fed to his brain to process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I would say is if you ever care for a person, do communicate it to them. Whatever strikes our mind is to be communicated. I do appreciate the saying "Think twice before saying a word, cause once said they cant be taken back", but humbly feel that think twice to use appropriate word and the style of communicating. But never ever hold back your thoughts, no use regretting later that you should have said that. Be it in expressing you love or giving a piece of advice. Do it when you feel like telling the other person. After all, you might not find another opportunity to express yourself or it would be too late for you to open out ur heart and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to give advices, but what matters is the solution to any problem. The problem here is you want to express your opinion on something that you care for the other person a lot, but the other persons state of mind is not in a condition to patiently listen to your words or opinion. What do you do? Just mail them with the subject clearly mentioning "The unsolicited piece of Advice!" and then go ahead in telling whatever you feel like sharing. Keep it short and sweet. You are doubly benefited. One that your heart becomes light because you have told to the person concerned whatever you felt like telling and the second thing is God forbidden, if what you feared must not have happened and what could have been avoided if your words have been listened to, you wont regret for not having told them. It is now their fault and fate that they have to pay for their own decisions. All you need to do is just to express your thoughts and not argue with them or their actions or not try to drive you point down into their mind and soul then then to the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those poor listeners, yes it is very hard to listen patiently to someone and all i would say is there is nothing wrong in hearing when someone talks. Especially when it is your dear friend. They might just want to pour down their thoughts and your dedicating your valuable time means a lot to them. Even if you don't listen to them, please pretend to. Alas, amidst your problems and tensions you made someone happy and that someone who really cares for you. Who knows, they might really give you some wise ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what is all this nonsense in the above paragraphs? Haha! well those are the crap that came to my mind and I wanted to communicate it to someone, but found no ilichavayan/vayee to put mokkai. Afterall its my blog and so there it went. And wont is sound so stupid if i send a mail addressing to myself with the subject "TUsPoA" :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-6357849350730801987?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6357849350730801987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=6357849350730801987&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6357849350730801987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/6357849350730801987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/unsolicited-piece-of-advice.html' title='The unsolicited piece of Advice!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7528076476764388697</id><published>2007-01-09T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T08:40:10.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanmani in manasukul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unai kandene mudhal murai nan enai tholaithene mutrilumaai, khaadhal boodhame, acham vardhe, haiyo haiyayo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma :Sollu da pudhu maaplai. Epadi iruka unoda pondati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem :Avaluku ena ena katikita la maharaasiya dhan iruka. Adu seri adu ena di unoda caller tune? Evana kanda? Its too late dear now, enaku erkanave kalyanam ayiduchu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Ada thu, alayadhe. Unakaga inda paatu vekara alavuku en taste onum avalo kevalama pogala. Na ena Priyava, vaazhkai thaiygam panna. En aaluku pidicha paatu adhan vechurken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Seri di overa pesadhe. Sayangalam ena pandra?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Oh Arvind beach ku pogalamanu ketan, adhan avanoda call kaga waiting. Ena da matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Oho seri. Meet you at 5.30. Barista ku vandudhu. Figure vanda odane friend cut panadhe di. Aan paavam polladhu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Err.. dei Arvind keta na ena solluven? Avan already kadupula irukanda.. nanga velela poi oru vaaram mela aachu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Nee aachu un aalu aachu. Dont give me excuses. Im very busy you see. Seri correcta timeku vandru. As usual late aakadhe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Adinga! yaru da epavum latea varuva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Seriiiiiiii, tata...&lt;br /&gt;Click!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Ada paavi ipo Arvind keta ena solluven!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enavale adi enavale, endhan idhayathai tholaithu vitten..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Kavala padadhe chellam, adha eduthu na badrama vechurken (with all smiles on her face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : Hey pondatti! Sollu ena matter? Sorry di chellam, sayangalam meet pandradhu kashtamnu nenaikaren, shall I compensate it for a dinner?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Hmm edho po, epo paaru unoda velaye katindu azhu. Apo na eduku unaku? Cha inda pasangale ipadi than. Ok nu solra varaikum pinadi lo lo nu alaivanunga, Serinu soliyachuna porum, apram kandukave maatanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : Oi sorry di honey. Pls purinjuko. Project deadlines, manager kadangaran kazhutharakaran oru manushan evalo velai dhan pakradhu sollu. Amam btw inda pasangale va? Ena di plural la pesare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Aya budhi pogudhu paaru. Un othruthana vechu samalikaradhe inga perum paada iruku, idula una madri inuna. Kashtam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : Seri sollu ena matter? Y the calling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Idu ena anyayama iruku? Oruthi ava aaluku call pandrathuku kudava oru saaku venum. Seri eduku kuptenna, sayangalam meet pandradhu kashtamnu solalamnu dhan..hehe adukulyum neye plan change panita. Prem call panirndhan da, edho mukyamana matter pola iruku. Ne kuptanu soliyum meet pananumnu sonnan. So na avan poi 5.30ku Baristala pathutu wait pandren. You join us at around 7.30 angedhu namba dinner pogalaam. Okva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : Adi paavi kedi. Idukudan avalo periya dialogue adichiyaa inda pasangale ipadi dhan nu? Cha inda ponnungale ipadi than pa. Summa eduku eduthalaum scene poduvanga!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Seri seri overa pesadhe. Sayangalam vandhu seru. 7.30 paarkalaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : Okay sweetheart! ummma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.25pm - Barista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Hey ena da adisayam. Mazhai dhan kota pogudhu. Epadi ne ivalo sekaram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem :Solren di. Okaru. Ena sapadra? I have ordered for a cafe mocha. Unaku ena venum?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Hey ena da you sound so low? Edachum prechanaya? Priya edachum sonala? Illa ne edachum avaloda sandai potiyaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Solren Uma. Wait lemme first order some drinks for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Drink brink lam apram irukatum da. I jus had a cup of tea at home. Ne sollu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Hmm enadi solradu. You know about my relationship with Divya isnt it? Adhan di ava nyabagamave iruku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Dei inga paaru. Divya is a history. She isnt worth you da. Na Priya oda pazhagina matum solren. Priya is a very sweet girl da. Una pathi romba nala purinju vechurka. Priya knows what compromise is, and she loves you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Yeah, adu theriyudhu di. But she gets upset for silly things. Na oru naal latea vanda odane okandu azhara and she asks me if I dont love her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Hey thats very common da. Avalayum ne konajam purinjuka try pannu. She might feel insecured isnt it? Adu naaladhan. Dei vitu kuduthu poda. Konja naal. Apram elam seriya poidum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Life is a pain di.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Ada paavi. Ena da thuravan madri pesare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barista guy : Sir, your mocha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Thanks! one more pls..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Hmm sollu di. Thuravan illa. But adikadi engaluku kula ipo sandai varudhu. Ava ana amma and appa kita lam romba paasama iruka. Divya vandrunda kuda ivalo alavuku enga amma appava gavanichirundrupalangradhu sandhegamdhan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Hey paaru, she is a nice girl da. Seri unkita solren. She spoke to me few days back. Romba azhuda da. I said elam seriya poidumnu. She is very matured da. You know what she told me how a girl should behave to her husband to lead a peaceful life. Sonna aachirya paduva. But you know what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priya : Uma, nenga dhan Prem oda best friend aache, why dont you help me. Avaruku ena pidikalayaa? He doesnt even speak to me properly. Mugam paathukuda pesa maatengraru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Priya, avan konjam shy type ma. Ne kavala padadhe. He loves you a lot. Ipo laam avan fulla una pathi dhan pesikite irukan. Might be he is bit busy with his work and must be pissed off due to that. Na avankita pesaren, ne kavala padadhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priya : Yes Uma, thanks a ton. I know love cant be earned by compulsion or by recommendation. Avara na eduvume solradhu kadayadhu. Even avar slighta thani adicha kuda na onume sola maaten. Atleast enaku therinju pandrar. Na edachum sonena he might do it without my knowledge, but ena use. Theva illama verupu dhan varum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priya : Avaruku ena pidikumdradhu paathu seriyaradhu dhane enoda velai. Na vitu kuduka ready, but avarku ena pidikumdradhe enkita solamaatengrapo dhan Uma i feel dejected. Avar amma appa are like my parents too. Avanga ellam enkita romba paasamadhan irukanga. Irundalum, na yaarukaga inga vandruken? Ivar kagadhane. Ada matum ivar en purinjuka maatengraru?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Ne kavala padadhe Priya. Na avana redu thatu thati vekaren. He would become normal soon. Why dont you come home for lunch sometime with Prem? Na samaika maaten..hehe enga amma dhan samaipanga. So bayapadaama varalaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priya : Hahah so sweet of you Uma. Sure I will come. Avara kutindu vara sollunga. Okay then see you sometime. Do keep in touch. Bbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Paaru da. Ava una evalo purinju vechurkalo ne avala ignore pandra. Love should be mutual Prem. Pazhaya kadai is past. No use thinking about it. I suggest you tell Priya about Divya and tell her the truth that it is taking sometime for you to forget Divya and to take her memories out of your mind. Priya is educated, a understanding and caring girl. She would definitely help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : Excuse me officers. Nangalum join panikalaama?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Hey Arvind. Va da machan. Paavam da ne. Epadidhan idhoda kudumbam nadatha poriyo. Unan nenachale manasuku kashtama irukuda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : Hmm en kashtam unkau theriyudhu. Ena pandradhu. Atleast ena paath paridava pada ne oruthan irukaye nanba. Mikka sandhosam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Dei enangada rendu perum overa aadarenga? Arvind vendam, avanuku ena solitu poiduvan. Na maatenu solitu ponena una oru ponnukuda thirumbi paaka maata. Edho na dhan pona poradhunu una katika samadhichurken, so jaagaradhaya pesu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : haha sorry di en rasathi. Ena manadu elam mudinjudha? Ena pudu maaplai, kalyana vaazhkai lam epadi poghudhu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Wonderful da. Im lucky to have got Priya as my wife :). Ena solra Uma?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Hmm true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : Prem, would you mind joining us for dinner?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prem : Siva poojai la na eduku machan karadi madri? Erkanave ungaloda beach plana keduthutennu Uma ena thitadha kora, you have fun machan. Na veetuku kalambaren. Priya enakaga sapadama wait panitu irupa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : Adhane paathen. Pondati kaiyala sapada porenu solitu poyen. Aduku eduku siva poojai adu idunu verupethara..? Have fun da maaplai. Enjoi pannu. Sekarame Shreya ku oru nalla anna na pethu kudukara vazhiya paaru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : yaaruda Shreya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arvind : hehe kalli eduvume theriyadha maadri kekara. Namba ponnu dhan di ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma : Ada paavi!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7528076476764388697?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7528076476764388697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=7528076476764388697&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7528076476764388697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7528076476764388697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/kanmani-in-manasukul.html' title='Kanmani in manasukul'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-9028279511173968595</id><published>2007-01-08T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:43:10.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Thiruvaiyaaru - 8th Jan 2007</title><content type='html'>The 160th Thyagaraja Aradhana was celebrated in a grand fashion today here at Kuwait. It was a wonderful experience. The programme started at 6.30 pm and there were recitals of few slokas for about 15 minutes and then an invocation song by a small girl. Wow she sang so well. Its a gift of God to have got such a wonderful voice like hers - mesmerising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a half an hour presentation about the life history of Sri.Thyagaraja. It is said that Sri.Thyagaraja has composed 24,000 kritis to match with the count of number of slokas in Sri.Valmiki Ramayana. Unfortunately only 700 out of them are being sung today and that too thanks to his two disciple's Sri.Krishna Bhagavatar and Sri.Sundara Bhagavathar who have taken efforts to script down the lyrics of atleast those 700 Kritis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Pancha Ratna Kritis were sung and concluded with Sita Kalyanam Nalangu. To my surprise I was able to manage to sing all the kritis without even referring to the book and my all time favourite Entharo Mahanubhavulu (Sree Ragam) came out wonderfully well. It was a very blissful moment of the evening. I also relished the mysore-paa that was distributed as prasadam :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-9028279511173968595?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/9028279511173968595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=9028279511173968595&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/9028279511173968595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/9028279511173968595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/thiruvaiyaaru-2006.html' title='Thiruvaiyaaru - 8th Jan 2007'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-8898848849713783823</id><published>2007-01-05T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:56:18.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Akarai seemai azhaginile</title><content type='html'>My post about Singapore and Malaysia is due almost for about a year's time now.. but will first update about Kuwait and later about SG and MY if I have any enthu to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came here on the 20th of December and the first two days were really scary. All men were wearing disdasha and gadra and women in purdha/ burka and very few with normal wear. Felt very uncomfortable due to the chill weather. But the after that got used to this place. It is really nice and best place for a total ob creature like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can get a lot of leisure time here because almost everything is available ready made and life is so easy here. The luxuries are easily affordable here. It was surprising to see my paasamalar going to Veda classes and Sravanotsavam regularly and so many Indians are around. We can actually see mini Kerala and Andrapradhesh here. There are quite a few tamizhians too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been to places called Al-Zour beach and Faahel. These are bay areas and man the cold winds were cutting thru the spines. It was damn cold and my hands turned almost numb! But it was fun :D. I drove my anna's Chevrolet so happily at 120 Kmph :D It was damn thrilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New year started off well and we had been to Kuwait tower, the Scientific Centre and another place called Doha. There are n number of shopping malls here and I dont understand from where do these people get so much money to keep buying so many items. All i could do in those malls were jus window shopping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the best time I had since i landed at Kuwait. We had been to a place called Entertainment city. Its so well planned and very nicely maintained. The entry ticket cost 3.5 KD and few rides have to be purchased. They have segmented the city into three parts : International World, Future world and Arab world. The Future world was the best!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The international world has all the family rides - there was an African Boat ride which was so good. The 5 mins ride would take you through an artificially made African forest. It was good. Then the American train ride which takes you through the entire city in a train with nice Arabic music played on. The third was a world car tour. There were miniatures of world monuments and we can ride past them in a small vintage car. There were other rides for kids those didnt interest me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the Future world. It was damn amazing. I went in a ride called Energy Storm and could see God and my great grand father for a moment. My breath stopped for a second. It was such a wild ride and the best one I had ever gone. It would make you go upside down and be rotated at such a high speed in that position. I had been in Ranger and other such rides that makes us go upside down, but this was something different. The next most thrilling ride was the Lightening Thunder ride. It was the best kind of roller coaster. My god! it was damn good. The wide water ride was not that great. The Australian Log ride was something similar to water splash and it was good. I didnt go to the tornado ride because of a bad neck pain after the Energy Storm ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arab world was again for families. It had some boat rides and mostly for kids. The sailor ride was into the dark world theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im totally impressed with Kuwait and enjoying my vacations to the max. :D Its always nice to have an elder brother at times ;) who can sponsor an abroad vacation :D Im so lucky! hehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-8898848849713783823?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8898848849713783823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=8898848849713783823&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8898848849713783823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/8898848849713783823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2007/01/akarai-seemai-azhaginile.html' title='Akarai seemai azhaginile'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-1493254705917411539</id><published>2006-12-31T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T06:18:57.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RZfGEYnz09I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mdH_4X8WEcw/s1600-h/8607-002-21-1027.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RZfGEYnz09I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mdH_4X8WEcw/s320/8607-002-21-1027.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014694488731538386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a new ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;descend like a rope&lt;br /&gt;from the one whose messenger is The Pope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you and your family a very happy and prosperous 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-1493254705917411539?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1493254705917411539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=1493254705917411539&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1493254705917411539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1493254705917411539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RZfGEYnz09I/AAAAAAAAAAY/mdH_4X8WEcw/s72-c/8607-002-21-1027.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-527858058822838771</id><published>2006-12-29T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:31:02.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavidhai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>kallarai pookal</title><content type='html'>kadal karai manalil kattivaitha kudilil&lt;br /&gt;kaadhali nee kathukondu iruka,kadalukul sendren naan.&lt;br /&gt;Angu kurainda kaatralavu mandalathil sikki kolla&lt;br /&gt;enge unnai marubadiyum kaanamaadtomo endra kalakkathil&lt;br /&gt;enadhu kangalin oram vazhinda kanneer kadalil &lt;br /&gt;serndhu, kadalil undanadhu oru vellam.&lt;br /&gt;Unnai orumurai kanavendum endra kondalippu enadhu manadhil ezhumba kadalum serndhu pagirundhukondade anda unarvai.&lt;br /&gt;Un mugam matrum enadhu kangalil nirka, vazhikaatta kalangarai vilaku iruka neendhi vandhen naan unnai nokki, en nenjil niraindavale, nee yen ennai thedi unnai tholaittay?&lt;br /&gt;En manadhin muthae, unai thedi muthedukka nan vandhum, namadhu kadhalin chinnamaagiya unadu kaiyil nan potta muttumani modhirame enaku micham.&lt;br /&gt;Enge sendru theduven ipozhudhu en uyirai. Nadakiren uyirillamal, nam sandhitha anda kallarai nokki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-527858058822838771?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/527858058822838771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=527858058822838771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/527858058822838771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/527858058822838771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/kallarai-pookal.html' title='kallarai pookal'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-100779706272933713</id><published>2006-12-16T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:41:11.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Platform £$%"£$%!</title><content type='html'>Keta varthai use panathuku manichudunga. But sema kadupula iruken. I used to go to the nearby anjaneyar temple daily. I used to buy flowers daily before, but then one day felt, anyways, after saathifying the poo to perumal, it straight away goes to the bin during cleaning or rarely they give it as prasadam to people. So then I started saving the money with which I used to buy the flowers and when it sums up to a decent amount I will give to some poor child for it to buy books or will buy food for a child. I felt that gave me more satisfaction than buying flowers daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one bitch there near the temple. Ava anda two wheeler parking stand la okandhu poo vithundrupa. That space is for two wheeler parking, ana iva anda edathula kadaiya potu na enamo iva vyabaratha kedutha madri daily pesuva. Today it got too much abusive. Enaku kovam pathikitu vandhuchu. Im very tolerant and of a kind who appreciate the saying "never fight with a pig - you both get dirty and the pig enjoys it" adunala vaya mudindu poiten. But when i came back, to my shock that idiot was tampering with my vehicle. Enaku aduku mela porumaiya iruka mudiyala. I started yelling at her. Poriki naai, she is one bajari! Evalo kezhthanama pesa mudiyumnu apo dhan therinjundhen. I felt ashamed of myself. I suddenly got a feeling if i was only behaving cheap. That female didnt even have a pinch of shame or botheration. Enaku asingama pochu. Rendu varthai ketutu anda edatha vitu kalambiten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight went to the police and gave a complaint and came home. Not sure as to what action will be taken. But i certainly want that bitch to be punished!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-100779706272933713?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/100779706272933713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=100779706272933713&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/100779706272933713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/100779706272933713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/platform-paradesi.html' title='Platform £$%&quot;£$%!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-1117675897637596040</id><published>2006-12-12T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:02:47.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love at first sight?</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://elusiveconscience.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-sight-is-really-first-sight.html"&gt;Siva's&lt;/a&gt; post. I had wondered if the concept of love at first sight do really exists. But now I think it does, not sure what made me think like that, but yes, the spark really does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of arranged marriage is purely based on the concept of Love at first sight! The girl and the guy meet for the first time only at the "Ponn paarkal" and may be get about 10 - 15 minutes of time to speak their heart out, but if her heart longs for the guy to call up then what is it other than love at first sight?? Same with the guy. The courtship period, the cream of time the pair can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of day, on the wedding date, the guy and the girl would definitely be lovers. So does it really make any much difference if it is an arranged or love marriage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-1117675897637596040?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1117675897637596040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=1117675897637596040&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1117675897637596040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1117675897637596040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight?'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-1358790010667235811</id><published>2006-12-11T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:36:26.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavidhai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What does love pay?</title><content type='html'>On the road, on a full moon day&lt;br /&gt;he was walking, follwed by his shadow in grey&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that he became the prey&lt;br /&gt;For he believed whatever she had to say&lt;br /&gt;Had she left a trace or ray &lt;br /&gt;Which could have made him live in a way&lt;br /&gt;On the shore of the bay&lt;br /&gt;where she ditched him and went astray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-1358790010667235811?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1358790010667235811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=1358790010667235811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1358790010667235811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/1358790010667235811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-does-love-pay.html' title='What does love pay?'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5152681776192637114</id><published>2006-12-10T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:37:19.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My dream girl</title><content type='html'>I wish i can live a carefree life like hers :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS_6oOYTw-Y" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5152681776192637114?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5152681776192637114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5152681776192637114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5152681776192637114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5152681776192637114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dream-girl.html' title='My dream girl'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7332449268503436602</id><published>2006-12-09T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:12:04.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Malarum ninaivugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RXr6qq3-0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kMLCLdD10Is/s1600-h/anand+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006589546746269778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RXr6qq3-0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kMLCLdD10Is/s320/anand+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend of mine had sent this feather to me 10 years back. Found it luckily today when i was going through my old diary. Ipo adu kuti potruku :-). Im feeling too good and nice now. I used to be mad at collecting feathers, stamps and Velvet poochi :-) Good old days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7332449268503436602?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7332449268503436602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=7332449268503436602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7332449268503436602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7332449268503436602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/malarum-ninaivugal.html' title='Malarum ninaivugal'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YWseu5yndDs/RXr6qq3-0FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kMLCLdD10Is/s72-c/anand+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-2144123510259133787</id><published>2006-12-09T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T03:03:58.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>1066</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even in cases of acute emergency where the first aid also fails, an ambulance of one hospital does not accept to take the patient to the nearest hospital run by any other organisation. It would only travel more than 10-15 kms to reach its own hospital. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calls made to 1066 is not free, worst not even as a local call. It comes under the special numbers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Government hospital ambulances can rather be used as mortuary vans!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our people are so insensible that they will not be ready to leave the way for an ambulance to overtake them but would be standing/ waiting for hours before our honorable CM/PM/MLA  fly above the road in his/her private aircraft or pass by a road that is somewhere 10 kms ahead! Buggers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-2144123510259133787?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2144123510259133787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=2144123510259133787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2144123510259133787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/2144123510259133787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/12/1066.html' title='&lt;i&gt;1066&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-7810227181525019137</id><published>2006-11-28T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:42:31.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off for a while!</title><content type='html'>Makkale, thanks for visiting my  blog, I will be off for a while, won't be orkutting or updating my blog. Please mail me if anything important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and keep smiling :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-7810227181525019137?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7810227181525019137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=7810227181525019137&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7810227181525019137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/7810227181525019137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/off-for-while.html' title='Off for a while!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-4692648287602766512</id><published>2006-11-22T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T04:55:21.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Reasonless random ramblings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Warning!&lt;/span&gt; :- &lt;em&gt;If you know me as "Sweet, chamathu ponnu Sri", then please don't read this post :D.. even after reading this warning, if you want to proceed reading this post, then if at all you form a bad opinion .. then forget that you read this post, please padichadhu ellam echa thotu azhichudungo ;-) I will still look nice to your eyes :"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy today! I am now a proud owner of a 4 wheeler licence. After so many days of postponing and me being so lazy to go to driving class, finally the waiting time is over! I got my licence today. Oru Licence edukarathukula naai padadha paadu patachu.. I had got my 2 wheeler licence exactly on the 32nd day i turned 18! I applied for my LLR on my 18th B'day. I was so proud for owning a two wheeler license that time, my mistake, I should have learnt car driving that time itself.. ivalo varusham thali poiduchu :( .. but its like better late than never :D&lt;br /&gt;Few of this govt. officials are such worst buggers! What the hell bothers him what kind of dress I wear or what ear-rings that im wearing. Porukki naai! I had gone to the RTO office for getting the genuineness certificate for my two wheeler licence as I need to surrender that one and get a combined licence for the two and four wheeler. It was raining badly that day and i was fully drenched... this porukki rascal was commenting something stupid and the bitch that was sitting beside him was jaalra adichufying for him! I felt so irritated and wanted to give back royally.. but ena pandradhu.. velai aganumenu ela karumathayum sagichuka vendiyadha pochu :((! Our fate is like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apram :D I have treated myself with a new coolers.. ipo madam ada potukutudhan driving full time :D.. even during the evenings.. yarana paatha inda ponnuku either madras eye or "Arpathuku pudusa vaazhvu vandruku" nu nenaipanga! But ena nenacha ena.. inda pudhu goggles nala naraya advantages :D :P .. hehe full time bird watching panalaam ( Girls! doesn't the term bird watching sound too feminine? Pasangala sight adikarathuku edachum term iruka pa???) !&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;[Manasakshi : Srinidhi.. your darker side is getting revealed.. !!! ne romba ketu poindruka] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh! illa pa.. i meant, the goggles is very useful in protecting the dust from falling into my eyes nu solla vandhen :D! Iam the most nalla ponnu you see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love driving in this kotturpuram road.. its such a cool place to enjoy ur ride.. wide road, shade of the trees to protect you from the scorching heat.. and absolutely no traffic at all..Today i did a comedy act :D, tried to overtake two cars that were going side by side, actually read this in a friends blog.. ada try pani pathen.. hmm so decided to overtake both the cars at the same time :P So rendu car-ukum nadula poondu poiten, apram dhan comedy ana matter, after that I clicked my indicator twice towards right and twice towards left, as if to convey the drivers that I drive faster than both of them. hehe.. i cudn't stop laughing from that time.. road la poravan-lam edho loose nu nenachrupanga! =)) I usually drive only in 60's in that lane from the Cancer institute till the Turnview apartments.. hmm munadi atleast Surya's hoarding would be there to ogle at.. ipo ada edututanunga padupaavi pasanga! He used to look soooooooo handsome in that TVS Starcity ad, aduku aprama Aircel one was put up there.. :x .. stupid fellow! I hate his Fair n Handsome ad! he looks so awful without his manly meesai! yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na oru paanjali range ku ayindruken!.. I have 5 lovers now :P I have now become so dependant on them that I think I can't stay without them anymore :P .. yar avalam? My first love - my honda-activa, the second - My K608i Sony Ericsson, my most beloved - IBM Thinkpad, the fourth - Ipod Nano and the fifth.. ipo dhan ivanuku route potundruken.. Enaku &lt;em&gt;"Ne Venumda Chellam"&lt;/em&gt; ;) hehe&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/blogger2/1570/1155/320/swift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adada! ida marandhutene!! I have joined a new ofis now.. its not an entirely new place for me.. but its really nice to be here again! Im getting paid for doing nothing actually :D. En ootu ob-illa un ootu ob-illa... idu ulaga maha ob :D .. supera ofis ku late-a poitu sekarama odi vandhuduven :D hehe after all life a ensoi pananumla ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-4692648287602766512?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4692648287602766512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=4692648287602766512&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4692648287602766512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/4692648287602766512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/reasonless-random-ramblings.html' title='Reasonless random ramblings..'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-3723074828460274604</id><published>2006-11-21T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:51:59.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Buzz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Hello. Did you call me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Called you? No. Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me:Don't know. But I can't find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I understand.... I learned it in college but I still can't figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Well I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Fine &amp;amp; Thanks. Tell me, why has life become complicated now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God:Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Why are we then constantly unhappy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life become better not bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God:Yes. In every term, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why can't we be free from problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons (to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me:Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading. Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart provides insight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: What surprises you about people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: When they suffer they ask, "why me?" When they prosper, they never ask "Why me" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I can't get the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: How can I get the best out of life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God: There are no unanswered prayers. At times the answer is NO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat. I am so happy now that I will start a new life with a new sense of inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God: Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-3723074828460274604?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3723074828460274604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=3723074828460274604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3723074828460274604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3723074828460274604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/buzz.html' title='Buzz!!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-3481110822281091014</id><published>2006-11-17T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T05:57:43.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ufff...</title><content type='html'>Past few days have been really tough for me. I have hurt so many people whom i love the most and for whom i care a lot, but i also expect them to understand my position and state of mind, before they could say or act in a way that would provoke me to shout at them. Anyways, Im truly sorry for having done like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really painful when you are loaded with huge responsibilities to handle and have very less time in hand. You can't put in your 100% or apply your mind to think without taking decisions emotionally... may be i should say atleast I was not able to be like that who could handle crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident that happened yesterday is still bothering me. I was driving in the beach road (In my usual speed of 50 kmph). I didnt notice this guy who was coming in the same road from the University signal till the Gandhi statue signal. Since the road was relatively free of traffic i was jus enjoying my ride, but when this guy kept honking i just gave him an evil stare and didnt bother much about it. But after the Gandhi statue signal since it started drizzling slightly i increased my speed and wanted to reach home before it starts raining heavily. The signal was still red, but this guy kept honking behind me to give him way, I didnt move a bit adamantly, and just sped when the signal turned green. I was driving at 60 kmph that time, and this guy wanted to overtake me so he increased his speed and tried chasing me. I didnt want to take risk so gave him the way, that idiot, should have been happy about that, instead he turned back to prove he was superior and gave me a girls-can-never-overtake-guys stare! Bang!!!! Stupid, its drizzling and would someone speed when its raining? He didnt notice the pit in the road and tried to apply a sudden break, the bike skid and he fell down badly and had a bad head injury. I was feeling bad, that indirectly i was the cause for that. All i could do was jus to call up an ambulance and ensure that he was attended to and left the place as it had started raining heavily and i was worried if my certificates would get wet! I dont know what i did was inhuman .. but felt sorry for that fool who didnt even know how to drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also realised that one should not drive if their mind is wandering somewhere. Would have been caught by the police thrice since last 2 days.  Once i didnt notice the signal, second time forgot that the road had lane traffic rules to be followed and the third time, crossed the stop line after realising that signal turned yellow! My luck.. all the three times escaped without being fined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-3481110822281091014?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3481110822281091014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=3481110822281091014&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3481110822281091014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/3481110822281091014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/ufff.html' title='ufff...'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5967761232674621696</id><published>2006-11-15T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:49:16.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>This too shall pass..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1570/1155/1600/LONELINESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1570/1155/320/LONELINESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angry, frustrated, furious, sad, mad, upset, worried... happy, satisfied, glad... sick, tired, insecured and exhausted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sudden hatred towards friends n folks... Life Sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5967761232674621696?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5967761232674621696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5967761232674621696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass..'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5861182327622867276</id><published>2006-11-12T05:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T05:34:22.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Going mad!</title><content type='html'>Mythreyee was trying to concentrate hard on the book she had in her hand! The hot cup of coffee which her mom gave in the afternoon has now turned into cold coffee with the weather conditions outside. The sky was dark, cloudy and heavy and a heavy downpour was expected any moment, so was her state of mind and heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythu was so confused. She is standing in the cross-roads not knowing which direction she needs to take. She knows none of the four path would take her to her dream destination, but now she needs to make a move, compromise, and get going with any one of the road to keep her folks happy. All the four ends reached different places, which are far away and which can never be visited again, or even thought about, if one of the road is chosen. There was no coming back. The bridge once crossed, would break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythu is god fearing and believes that, He would do the best for her, but now she doesnt know what is that He is wanting her to do. It is not a situation where she can just remain silent and leave that time to take decisions for her. She needs to reply to all the gatekeepers of the roads immediately. What does she need to do now? Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5861182327622867276?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5861182327622867276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5861182327622867276&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5861182327622867276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5861182327622867276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/going-mad_8039.html' title='Going mad!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-5355386814364402467</id><published>2006-11-12T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:31:19.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0,1,..10... 100!!!!</title><content type='html'>Apadi ipadinu nanum 100 post ezhuditen!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this oppurtunity to thank all my friends and fellow bloggers who took time to read all the crap that i have written and took pain to post their valuable comments too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edho 100 post ayiduchu.. so wanted to give my blog a new look! Epadi irruku?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-5355386814364402467?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5355386814364402467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=5355386814364402467&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5355386814364402467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/5355386814364402467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/0110-100.html' title='0,1,..10... 100!!!!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116326554476351392</id><published>2006-11-11T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:21.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>AVK :P</title><content type='html'>Oru vazhiya enoda tension days are over.. relaxing a bit now.. but hectic days are not far away. Need to put up in a lot of efforts n struggle.. Anyways.. the biggest question in front of me now is "Whats Next?" .. and ofcourse.. for you too.. guess whats next in my blog?? No prize for guessing it right though :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116326554476351392?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116326554476351392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116326554476351392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116326554476351392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116326554476351392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/avk-p.html' title='AVK :P'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116248440380448850</id><published>2006-11-02T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:21.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>306...</title><content type='html'>Today is the 306th day of the year. Ok.. So? Hehe.. so nothing.. but was jus too inquisitive about this date.Googled and found out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_2"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is defnly special for me. More so this year. 2 Donkey years are over :-s But i havent achieved anything in life till date. Nothing to count in as my credit. Atleast inumelana edavadu urupidiya sadikanumnu nenaikaren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. my anna got me a designer wear saree :-). &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/1600/saree%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/320/saree%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's defnly nice to have an elder brother at times:P Even the thought about the saree makes me feel so good. Its a blue and pink combination of Banaras silk with designer work in it.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/1600/saree%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/320/saree%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He got it for me from my dream shop Man Mandhir. Thanks da anna for that :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear ones have made this day even more special. Received so many calls at mid night and i was feeling really good that so many people care for me. I know im really blessed to have such awesome friends :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116248440380448850?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116248440380448850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116248440380448850&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116248440380448850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116248440380448850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/11/306.html' title='306...'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116222307893042904</id><published>2006-10-30T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:21.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavidhai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Anbe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/1600/TwoHearts.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/200/TwoHearts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innisayaai en nenjil un peyar olikka &lt;br /&gt;ninaivellaam un eNNam niRaindhirukka&lt;br /&gt;layaththoadu paadinen unai eNNi&lt;br /&gt;oliththa en kuralai kaettu&lt;br /&gt;varuvaayaa nee? &lt;br /&gt;edhirpaarththu koNdirukkiRaen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116222307893042904?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116222307893042904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116222307893042904&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116222307893042904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116222307893042904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/anbe.html' title='Anbe..'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116194145302112525</id><published>2006-10-27T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:21.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Im waiting..</title><content type='html'>"Never make someone your everything because when they are gone, you have nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it in a blog. How very true! Today am feeling empty but happy that I have atleast &lt;a href="http://www.musicindiaonline.com/p/x/5qbwq_SwVt.As1NMvHdW/"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt; to give me company.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my favourite lines.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time is healer, and time moves on&lt;br /&gt;Time don't wait for any one&lt;br /&gt;So, Tell me you'll be back&lt;br /&gt;But that will take some time&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting ....&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116194145302112525?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116194145302112525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116194145302112525&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116194145302112525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116194145302112525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-waiting.html' title='Im waiting..'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116186095163757583</id><published>2006-10-26T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:20.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Im Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Iam happy, am sad, im jumping, im crying.. &lt;br /&gt;But now what.. im gonna be who iam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116186095163757583?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116186095163757583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116186095163757583&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116186095163757583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116186095163757583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-crazy.html' title='Im Crazy!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116171059178484505</id><published>2006-10-24T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:20.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Sorry plight of our National Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/1600/pilgrimagea%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/320/pilgrimagea%20026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really bad and hurting to see the torn condition of our National Flag. This pic was taken at the Rajiv Gandhi memorial, Sriperambadhur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we really following &lt;a href="http://pib.nic.in/feature/feyr2002/fapr2002/f030420021.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_India#Respect_for_the_flag"&gt;info&lt;/a&gt; about our National Flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116171059178484505?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116171059178484505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116171059178484505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116171059178484505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116171059178484505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry-plight-of-our-national-flag.html' title='Sorry plight of our National Flag'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116136668890924232</id><published>2006-10-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:20.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali Nalvazhthukal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/1600/Happy%20Diwali.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/320/Happy%20Diwali.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;May ur Life blossom with peace &lt;br /&gt;And light up with continued prosperity and Wealth,&lt;br /&gt;May all the evil be gone with the dark, and &lt;br /&gt;Let the dawn bring new rays of Shine and happiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116136668890924232?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116136668890924232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116136668890924232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116136668890924232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116136668890924232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/deepavali-nalvazhthukal.html' title='Deepavali Nalvazhthukal'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116123932755268475</id><published>2006-10-18T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:20.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight!</title><content type='html'>Examine the root cause of jealousy, as it is almost always a mere symptom of a deeper problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116123932755268475?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116123932755268475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116123932755268475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116123932755268475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116123932755268475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/insight.html' title='Insight!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116123871896449458</id><published>2006-10-18T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:20.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Overcome the fear of Death, one can start living even being a Failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116123871896449458?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116123871896449458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116123871896449458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116123871896449458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116123871896449458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116116885552764620</id><published>2006-10-18T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:20.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mazhaineer Sudugiradhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rOi03W4ZuG0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rOi03W4ZuG0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice animated song :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116116885552764620?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116116885552764620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116116885552764620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116116885552764620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116116885552764620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/mazhaineer-sudugiradhe.html' title='Mazhaineer Sudugiradhe'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-116091874578611370</id><published>2006-10-15T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:20.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>They are called blessed who fall asleep as soon as they go to bed. Is this really a boon or a burden? Boon because it gives us happiness, but a burden because we tend to become more lazy and become addicted to it and finally become a loser in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person is addicted to something or the other. When we call a person "bad" if he is addicted to alcohol, then what do we call a person who is addicted to sleep?  Sleep is a way of escapism. It’s a device to live happily in the fantasy world and to avoid interaction with the real world. The fantasy world treats him as a winner, he achieves everything he wants to achieve. When what ever we do in the real world gives us a feeling of failure, then one tends to escape from the fear of failure and falls asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it is good or bad, but when it keeps a person happy, then Sleep is the best medicine. Having said all this, my favorite quote still remains this "Dream, but as you dream, remember you alone can make your dreams come true!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-116091874578611370?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/116091874578611370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=116091874578611370&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116091874578611370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/116091874578611370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115998670417036180</id><published>2006-10-04T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:15.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Nagaram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/1600/ny.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/400/ny.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115998670417036180?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115998670417036180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115998670417036180&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115998670417036180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115998670417036180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/10/ny-nagaram.html' title='NY Nagaram'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115941672210224097</id><published>2006-09-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:15.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_4vAKMrrWE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_4vAKMrrWE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115941672210224097?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115941672210224097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115941672210224097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115941672210224097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115941672210224097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-good.html' title='Too good :)'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115882247298651151</id><published>2006-09-20T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:15.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavidhai'/><title type='text'>karai serpaai yena</title><content type='html'>karai oram nindRukoNdirundhen &lt;br /&gt;Natpu ennum padagai otti vandhu yetRi chendRai enai &lt;br /&gt;Enakku neechal theriyadhendRunai yecharithen&lt;br /&gt;thathaLikka vidamatten endRu uRudhikooRinai &lt;br /&gt;Salangaiyin oli pondRa unadu siripin saaralil&lt;br /&gt;satRe nanaindhadu enadhu uLLam &lt;br /&gt;SiRiya namadhu indha paiyaNathin mudivil&lt;br /&gt;Serthu vittai ennai kaadhal enum kadalil&lt;br /&gt;Kadal kadakka mudiyamal sikkinen&lt;br /&gt;Enadhu vizhiyin orathil perugiya veLLathil&lt;br /&gt;Enai karai serpaayaa nee??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115882247298651151?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115882247298651151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115882247298651151&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115882247298651151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115882247298651151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/karai-serpaai-yena.html' title='karai serpaai yena'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115850136793694750</id><published>2006-09-17T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:15.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My love story!</title><content type='html'>I had a crush on him when I was 16, a deep desire within me to own him. I turned 18 and it was my dream come true when I had a chance to befriend him. Yes, I did that, the dawn of July 13, 2001 was so auspicious for me, I know he has entered my life. We have become very close now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love started growing as years passed, but there were lots of misunderstanding. I wasn’t sure if he still loves me. I had to do a lot of sacrifices. The amount of pain that I suffered every day was taking my life out. Everyone left me alone. Sleepless nights, I spent with him, jus thinking about him. The fights I had to put up to get our relationship going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came in 2003, I gathered all my guts and made my first proposal to him. He did not reject me on my face, neither did he accept me. He was half-minded I guess. He was in constant touch with me even after that. We spoke almost daily, the hours I spent with him was much more than I spent with my parents, my relatives and friends. He was still not sure about us. We had frequent quarrels now and then. I was jealous of him having so many friends and each one would call him for a date, he left me alone, all alone , with just his thoughts as my company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t sure if he was still mine. I had rejected so many proposals just for him, but today, I am afraid! Afraid of my future. Is he testing me? My patience? Or my love for him?  It was in November 2004, that this new friend of mine came into my life. He asked me for a date, I felt, what’s wrong, but I still love him, nothing wrong in going for a date, may be I need a change? May be I need someone else, who can give me comfort? Yes, I started liking him. I accepted his friendship, we became very good friends. He made me laugh and always comforted me. He gave me opportunities to make so many new friends, my life changed, but still I was in love with him. He is special for me. I used to call him every now and then. Spend time with him during the weekends. Is he angry with me? Is he angry that I am not spending as much time with him, as I used to? I wasn’t bothered. He ditched me now and then. He went on with others every time leaving me alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I used to cry, cry for not spending enough time with him. He is still very special for me. I love him. I Love him deep from my heart. It’s high time I need to get married to him. This time I am going propose to him. It’s now or never. I can no longer take risk in my life, he has been avoiding me, but I can’t take it anymore. My folks at home have given me enough time and I have done enough sacrifices for him in my life. Now at last, I have also ditched my new friend who gave me all happiness in my life. This friend made me live independently, he gave me confidence, he opened new avenues for me, he took me to places around the world, but what now, I have ditched him. I have taken a costly decision just for you my love. What is that all I want, I just want to add your name as my initials. My love, this is the last time I am going to propose to you. Wish you accept me and we get married soon. I can’t wait any longer. I want to be called CA. Srinidhi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115850136793694750?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115850136793694750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115850136793694750&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115850136793694750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115850136793694750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-love-story.html' title='My love story!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115849437136687892</id><published>2006-09-17T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:15.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woody \:D/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/1600/granny.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/320/granny.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freestuffhotdeals.com/hacker/1.html"&gt;Interesting game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115849437136687892?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115849437136687892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115849437136687892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115849437136687892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115849437136687892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/woody-d.html' title='Woody \:D/'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115828989232146550</id><published>2006-09-14T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:14.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Tough times are good teachers. They leave us giving great lessons. Here goes the list I learnt in recent times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.Accept the Fact&lt;br /&gt;02.Be realistic / practical&lt;br /&gt;03.Change is the only thing that doesn’t change. &lt;br /&gt;04.Dream, but as u dream, remember u alone can make ur dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;05.Expectation leads to disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;06.Fear for no one except God and your Self conscious&lt;br /&gt;07.Guard your words. &lt;br /&gt;08.Handle any situation with self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;09.Identify your own weakness and change strategy according to that.&lt;br /&gt;10.Jealousy will lead to evil thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;11.Kind words are the best medicine in the world.&lt;br /&gt;12.Learn to say "NO" when it needs to be said. Don’t compromise.&lt;br /&gt;13.Money is not everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;14.Never lose hope. &lt;br /&gt;15.Opportunities are everywhere; it’s up to you to take it.&lt;br /&gt;16.Promise only that you can deliver. &lt;br /&gt;17.Question the logic behind the blind practices.&lt;br /&gt;18.Remember your mistakes, and be sure not to repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;19.Survival of the fittest is the rule.&lt;br /&gt;20.Time heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;21.Underestimate not your opponents&lt;br /&gt;22.Value even the smallest help you received and be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;23.Want only within your limits, and identify the means to achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;24.Xenophobic attitude spoils relationships.&lt;br /&gt;25.You are responsible for your acts,regretting later doesn’t help.&lt;br /&gt;26.Zip up your past, no use brooding over them or living on past achievements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words really brought some changes in me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mudiveduththa piNNaaL naan thadam maara maattaen&lt;br /&gt;mun veytha kaalai naan piN veyka maattaen&lt;br /&gt;yeNNai nambi vandhavarai yaemaatra maattaen&lt;br /&gt;verum yaeniyaay naanirundhu yaemaara maattaen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115828989232146550?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115828989232146550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115828989232146550&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115828989232146550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115828989232146550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115777204997230336</id><published>2006-09-08T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:14.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavidhai'/><title type='text'>Enakul Irukum Ne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/1600/Enakul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1045/690/400/Enakul.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115777204997230336?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115777204997230336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115777204997230336&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115777204997230336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115777204997230336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/enakul-irukum-ne.html' title='Enakul Irukum Ne'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115742637724202909</id><published>2006-09-04T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:14.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>If not for you all&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t have come thus far..&lt;br /&gt;A simple word "Thanks" won’t suffice&lt;br /&gt;For the wisdom you have showered on me with your teachings and advice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering you all fondly. Happy Teachers Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115742637724202909?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115742637724202909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115742637724202909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115742637724202909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115742637724202909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115742584917655378</id><published>2006-09-04T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:14.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat-A-Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/britainagelabouroffbeat"&gt;Tireless..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115742584917655378?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115742584917655378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115742584917655378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115742584917655378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115742584917655378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/wat-man.html' title='Wat-A-Man!'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115742024245970457</id><published>2006-09-04T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:50:14.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Professor Richard Wise man, University of Hertfordshire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, I set out to examine luck.  I wanted to know why some  people are always in the right place at the right time, while others  consistently experience ill fortune.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I placed advertisements in national newspapers asking for people who  felt consistently lucky or unlucky to contact me. Hundreds of extraordinary men and women volunteered for my research and, over the years, I have  interviewed them, monitored their lives and had them take part in experiments.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The results reveal that although these people have almost no insight into the causes of their luck, their thoughts and behavior are responsible for much of their good and bad fortune.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take the case of seemingly chance opportunities.  Lucky people consistently encounter such opportunities, whereas unlucky people do not.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I carried out a simple experiment to discover whether this was due to differences in their ability to spot such opportunities.  I gave both lucky and unlucky people a newspaper, and asked them to look through it and tell me how many photographs were inside.  I had secretly placed a large message halfway through the newspaper saying: "Tell the experimenter you have seen this and win #250." This message took up half of the page and was written in type that was more than two inches high.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was staring everyone straight in the face, but the unlucky people tended to miss it and the lucky people tended to spot it.  Unlucky people are generally more tenses than lucky people, and this anxiety disrupts their ability to notice the unexpected.  As a result, they miss opportunities because they are too focused on looking for something else.&lt;br /&gt;They go to parties intent on finding their perfect partner and so miss opportunities to make good friends.  They look through newspapers determined to find certain types of job advertisements and miss other types of jobs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lucky people are more relaxed and open, and therefore see what is there rather than just what they are looking for.  My research eventually revealed that lucky people generate good fortune via four principles. They are skilled at creating and noticing chance opportunities, make lucky decisions by listening to their intuition, create self-fulfilling prophesies via positive expectations, and adopt a resilient attitude that transforms bad luck into good.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the work, I wondered whether these principles could be used to create good luck.  I asked a group of volunteers to spend a month carrying out exercises designed to help them think and behave like a lucky person.  These exercises helped them spot chance opportunities, listen to their intuition, and expect to be lucky, and be more resilient to bad luck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One month later, the volunteers returned and described what had happened.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The results were dramatic: 80% of people were now happier, more satisfied with their lives and, perhaps most important of all, luckier.  The lucky people had become even luckier and the unlucky had become lucky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had found the elusive "luck factor".  Here are Professor Wise man's four top tips for becoming lucky:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Listen to your gut instinct -they are normally right&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Be open to new experiences and breaking your normal routine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Spend a few moments each day remembering things that went well&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Visualize yourself being lucky before an important meeting or &lt;br /&gt; telephone call&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Luck is very often a self-fulfilling prophecy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115742024245970457?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115742024245970457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115742024245970457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115742024245970457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115742024245970457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/luck.html' title='LUCK'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9463330.post-115738867610952521</id><published>2006-09-04T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:06:04.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demarkation line</title><content type='html'>Every person have their own demarkation line. The line that helps them to see things differently. The line that helps them to understand things from the angle of responsibility and emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that everyone needs to have that line drawn within them? I somehow feel, i lack that capacity. I take things too emotionally and too personally. There is a limit for empathising with people. Jus nectar words and no actions wont help. If we say something to someone, we should mean it. I feel it should come from our heart and not from lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9463330-115738867610952521?l=dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/115738867610952521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9463330&amp;postID=115738867610952521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115738867610952521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9463330/posts/default/115738867610952521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamzdoodles.blogspot.com/2006/09/demarkation-line.html' title='Demarkation line'/><author><name>Heidi Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15613098944850040250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YWseu5yndDs/SwvrAm2KKII/AAAAAAAAIWw/-RBC8QPbFOQ/S220/Mythreyee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
