<?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-10103899</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:56:40.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spyder_z</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-4636835288718154020</id><published>2007-05-22T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:41:32.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of rich</title><content type='html'>Ah Kau is a guy who sells newspaper every morning next to your apartment, and you are one of his daily regular customers. Before dashing off to your office every day, you will go to his small stall and buy The Star newspaper. Wearing a newly pressed shirt, a tie, and a pair of Clarks shoes, you grab a copy of The Star, pay RM1.20 and exchange smiles with Ah Kau and greet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apa macam Ah Kau ini hari? Bisnes ada baik?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal greeting like you do every day. Yes, Ah Kau doesn't speak English. He speaks Chinese and knows a little bit of Malay. He speaks a little bit of Malay but with a very thick Chinese accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Biasa saja! ini bisnes aa, kadang kadang baik, kadang kadang tada untung."&lt;br /&gt;"Biasalah hidup. Kadang kadang ok, kadang kadang tak ok." You give Ah Kau a pat on the back."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile and walk away and get into your car.&lt;br /&gt;You start the engine and start driving to your office, a multinational semiconductor company located in a premier industrial area. You are a young and promising finance executive and the future looks bright for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year goes by and things look pretty good on the track. You decide to marry your fiance and have your new wife moves in to your place. Both of you feel happy because you can save more money as the two of you will be sharing one apartment and can live as one. Ah Kau is still selling the newspaper as usual. Sometimes in the morning your wife gets the newspaper from Ah Kau instead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later a child comes along, and you decide to buy and move into a newly developed condominium just across the street. This place is bigger so it will be perfectly fit for the 3 of you. But since both of you are working, you decide to get a maid to take of the household and your kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time you're offered a managerial job from another multinational; the remuneration package offered is much better in terms of the pay, contractual bonus, medical benefits, ESOS scheme and a few others which make it impossible for you to decline. So you join this company happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get busier. You realize that you spend less and less time with your family. When your department is busy preparing for the next audit, your working hours become more and more ridiculous. Any internal issues arising in the office means you'll be stuck in the office until 8 or 9 pm. Sometimes, during the weekend, you'll spend your time in your office, buried under paper works and documentation' s, instead of taking your family for a walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, on your way to get your copy of The Star, you realized that Ah Kau is no longer in his stall. So is his rundown motorbike. Instead, there's another young Chinese guy at the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What happen to Ah Kau?" You ask out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, he is still around, but he is no longer taking care of this stall as he has opened up a new grocery shop down town. I am running this newspaper stall for him."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok." you smile. You feel happy for Ah Kau. At last he manages to improve his life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your normal life continues. A year passes by and at the end of your company's fiscal year, you're rewarded for your effort with a 5 months bonus pay-out by your employer. Wow. Now that is a very handsome reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel your effort has been equally compensated. To celebrate, you decide that it's time to trade your 5-year old Proton Wira to the latest Honda Civic model. It won't be much a problem to you to get a loan scheme from the bank as your pay slip will provide you an easy gateway to access financial help from any bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the hardest reality of life hits you right on the face. The company that you've been working for years announces that they're moving their business to China for cost and competitive reason and has asked you to find a job somewhere else. "What?" You scream out cold. "I got a lot of liabilities on the card! Who's gonna pay for my mortgage? My car?&lt;br /&gt;My credit card? My gym fees? My bills?" You yell like there's no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time you feel let down by your own employer. All your hard work seem to go up on the smoke. You feel sick. You now hate your company. On the way home, you stopped by at a mamak restaurant for a cup of teh tarik while pondering about your future.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you saw this new, shiny BMW 3 series being parked nearby. And to your surprise, it was Ah Kau. Yes, Ah Kau who used to sell newspapers nearby your old apartment. "What happened to old Ah Kau?" You whisper to your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Kau still recognizes you, and sit next to you, and shared his story.&lt;br /&gt;To make it short, Ah Kau had accumulated his money from selling newspapers to open more stalls, one after another. Every new stall is run by his workers so that he focused on opening more and more stalls, which in turn give him more and more money. Over the years, he had accumulated enough cash to open up new grocery store while at the same time buying more assets to grow his wealth. And his current wealth and success is achieved without any loan or financial help from banks and other financial institutions. There you go. That's the story. While Ah Kau is set to become financially free, you're back to where you're started before. Ground zero .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, Ah Kau gives you a familiar quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Biasalah hidup. Kadang kadang ok, kadang kadang tak ok."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives you a pat on the back and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;In reality, if you're observant enough, there are a lot of Ah Kaus out there, that you will see every day and every where you go. The names are different, but inside them is every character of Ah Kau. They might be Uncle Dorai, Ah Chong, Pak Abu, Makcik Gemuk, Pak Man nasi lemak or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look to be struggling on the surface, but if you look carefully and compare with you life, many of them are living with little or no liabilities. They ride an old kapcai bike. They live in an old rundown house. They don't have credit card to swipe. They wear a 10-year old shirt and short. No new, shiny Toyota Harrier. In short, their living means are far below than yours. But what you don't realize is that many of them can save more money than yours, and over the years generate enough money to expand their business, or invest in properties. Their asset columns are much thicker than that of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you see Ah Kaus, never look down on them, and never underestimate them. Or else you're up for a harsh reality lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-4636835288718154020?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/4636835288718154020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=4636835288718154020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/4636835288718154020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/4636835288718154020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2007/05/definition-of-rich.html' title='Definition of rich'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-115943065470097349</id><published>2006-09-28T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:12:16.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Of Thought - September Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;IT’S A SURE THING THAT YOU’LL NOT FINISH IF YOU DON’T START.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An ancient proverb says, "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." You have probably known people nearing the end of their life’s journey who looked back and said, "If only I had done things differently . . . . .If only I had taken advantage of that opportunity when it came along." Unfulfilled lives are filled with "if only"s. They are the refrain of the timid souls whose lives were finished before they ever really got started. Life is filled with many opportunities-for great successes and spectacular failures. It is up to you to seize the initiative, to take advantage of the opportunities that come your way. You are condemned to a life of mediocrity-unless you get into action. Don’t delay; do it today! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;OPPORTUNITY HAS A QUEER WAY OT STALKING THE PERSON WHO CAN RECOGNIZE IT AND IS READY TO EMBRACE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a curious quirk of human nature that some people can see opportunities, while others only see problems. When you train your mind to seek out opportunities, you will find that every day literally presents you with more opportunities than you can take advantage of. They will be all around you. Instead of your seeking opportunities, they will seek you out. Your biggest problem will be choosing the best ones. The first step in making sure you are ready to recognize opportunities when they occur is to make sure you have a clear understanding of your own core competencies. Realistically assess your strengths and weaknesses as though you were reviewing the credentials of a total stranger. Identify what areas you’re best in and those where you need improvement. Work on your weaknesses and build upon your strengths so that when you recognize opportunities you are prepared to capitalize upon them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THOSE WHO ARE QUICK TO SEE THEIR LIMITATIONS GENERALLY ARE SLOW IN SEEING THEIR OPPORTUNITIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie producer Michael Todd once said, "Being broke is temporary; being poor is a state of mind." So it is with opportunity. Whether you see opportunities or limitations is entirely within your control. How you view the world is a reflection of your mental attitude. If you focus on your inadequacies, you will be plagued by fear, doubt, and failure, but when you focus on your strengths, you will find courage, confidence, and success. Self-confidence can replace self-doubt only by deliberate, planned effort. When you start to doubt your capabilities, pause to review your previous accomplishments. Identify every experience that might be helpful to you in your present situation. When you apply the knowledge and wisdom you have accumulated, there are few limitations that you cannot overcome.capitalize upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;src: napolean hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-115943065470097349?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/115943065470097349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=115943065470097349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/115943065470097349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/115943065470097349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2006/09/food-of-thought-september-edition.html' title='Food Of Thought - September Edition'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-115690788687075383</id><published>2006-08-30T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:18:06.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Q &amp; A ...bout GOD !</title><content type='html'>A young man who went overseas to study for quite a long time.When he returned, he asked his parents to find him a religious scholaror any expert who could answer his 3 Questions.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, his parents were able to find a scholar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Young man&lt;/span&gt;: Who are you? Can you answer my questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: I am one of God willing, I will be able to answer your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young man&lt;/span&gt;: Are you sure? A lot of Professors and experts were not ableto answer my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: I will try my best, with the help of God .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: I have 3 questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Does God exist? If so, show me His shape.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is fate?&lt;br /&gt;3. If Devil was created from the fire, why at the end he will be thrownto hell that is also created from fire. It certainly will not hurt him atall, since Devil and the hell were created from fire. Did God not think ofit this far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the Scholar slapped the young man's face very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YoungMan&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feeling pain&lt;/span&gt;): Why do you get angry at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: I am not angry. The slap is my answer to your three questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: I really don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: How do you feel after I slapped you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: Of course, I felt the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: So do you believe that pain exists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: Show me the shape of the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: That is my first answer. All of us feel God's existence without being able to see His shape... Last night, did you dream that you will be slapped by me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: Did you ever think that you will get a slap from me, today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: That is fate my second answer........ My hand that I used toslap you, what is it created from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: It is created from flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: How about your face, what is it created from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: Flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: How do you feel after I slapped you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Young Man&lt;/span&gt;: In pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scholar&lt;/span&gt;: That's it... this is my third answer, Even though Devil and alsothe hell were created from the fire, if God wants,God willing , the hell will become a very painful place for devil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-115690788687075383?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/115690788687075383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=115690788687075383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/115690788687075383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/115690788687075383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-q-bout-god.html' title='3 Q &amp; A ...bout GOD !'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-115206554611675613</id><published>2006-07-05T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T10:12:26.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral behind this....</title><content type='html'>A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-Li got married &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by&lt;br /&gt;Many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li&lt;br /&gt;Constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed and weeks passed. Li-Li and her mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;Never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even&lt;br /&gt;Worse was that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow&lt;br /&gt;To her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and&lt;br /&gt;Unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor husband great distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law's bad temper&lt;br /&gt;And dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about&lt;br /&gt;It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison&lt;br /&gt;So that she could solve the problem once and for all. Mr. Huang thought&lt;br /&gt;For a while,and finally said, " Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem,&lt;br /&gt;But you must listen to me and obey what I tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li said, " Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to&lt;br /&gt;Do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few&lt;br /&gt;Minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, " You can't use a quick-acting&lt;br /&gt;Poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people&lt;br /&gt;To become suspicious .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly&lt;br /&gt;Build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some delicious meal and&lt;br /&gt;Put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure&lt;br /&gt;That nobody suspect you when she dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be very careful to act very friendly towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like&lt;br /&gt;A queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to&lt;br /&gt;Start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law. Weeks went by and months&lt;br /&gt;Went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her&lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li had&lt;br /&gt;practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never&lt;br /&gt;got mad or upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't had an argument with her mother-in-law in six&lt;br /&gt;Months because she now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with. The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law's attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li&lt;br /&gt;Like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the&lt;br /&gt;Best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;Were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, " Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from&lt;br /&gt;Killing my mother-in-law! She's changed into such a nice woman, and I&lt;br /&gt;Love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison&lt;br /&gt;I gave her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. " Li-Li, there's&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave&lt;br /&gt;You were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your&lt;br /&gt;Mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the&lt;br /&gt;Love which you gave to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU REALIZED that how you treat others is exactly how&lt;br /&gt;They will treat you? There is a wise Chinese saying: " The person who loves&lt;br /&gt;Others will also be loved in return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God might be trying to work in another person's life through you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-115206554611675613?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/115206554611675613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=115206554611675613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/115206554611675613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/115206554611675613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2006/07/moral-behind-this.html' title='Moral behind this....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-115155716408627240</id><published>2006-06-29T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:59:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There should be a balance in life</title><content type='html'>Along time ago, there was an Emperor who told his horseman that if he could ride on his horse and cover as much land area as he likes, then the Emperor would give him the area of land he has covered. Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as possible. When he was hungry or tired, he did not stop because he wanted to cover as much area as possible. Came to a point when he had covered a substantial area and he was exhausted and was dying. Then he asked himself, "Why did I push myself so hard to cover so much land area? Now I am dying and I only need a very small area to bury myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above story is similar with the journey of our Life. We push very hard everyday to make more money, to gain power and recognition. We neglect our health , time with our family and to appreciate the surrounding beauty and the hobbies we love. One day when we look back, we will realize that we don't really need that much , but then we cannot turn back time for what we have missed. Life is not about making money, acquiring power or recognition . Life is definitely not about work! Work is only necessary to keep us living so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life. Life is a balance of Work and Play, Family and Personal time. You have to decide how you want to balance your Life. Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts. Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life, the whole aim of human existence. So, take it easy, do what you want to do and appreciate nature. Life is fragile, Life is short. Do not take Life for granted. Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Watch your thoughts ; they become words.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words ; they become actions.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions ; they become habits.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your habits; they become character .&lt;br /&gt;Watch your character; it becomes your destiny .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-115155716408627240?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/115155716408627240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=115155716408627240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/115155716408627240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/115155716408627240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-should-be-balance-in-life.html' title='There should be a balance in life'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-114774903257509726</id><published>2006-05-16T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:10:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquer Your Fear of Failure</title><content type='html'>The first time you tried to walk, you &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fell down&lt;/span&gt;. Let me ask you something...Are you &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; afraid of walking?&lt;br /&gt;You've already failed many times, although you may not remember. And that's mainly because you've already &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;conquered your fear of failure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in those areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you feel like quitting, remember this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At age 22 he failed in business; at age 23 he ran for state legislature and lost; at age 24 he failed in business again; at age 26 his sweetheart died and he was broken-hearted; at age 27 he had anervous breakdown; at age 34 he ran for Congress and lost; at age 39 he ran for Congress again, and lost again; at age 46 he ran for Senate and lost; at age 47 his ticket lost when he ran for Vice President; at age 49 he ran for Senate again, and lost again; at age 51 he ran and was elected as the President of the United States.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His name was Abraham Lincoln.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make up your mind that if you try anything worthwhile, you will fail at it first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn something, and try again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every baseball fan knows that Babe Ruth hit 714 home runs, but they probably won't be able to tell you that he struck out 1,330 times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.H. Macy failed in seven different business endeavors before his store in New York caught on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;English novelist John Creasy got 753 rejection slips before he published his 564 books&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonas Salk worked for fifteen years before he found the vaccine forpolio. That was FIFTEEN YEARS of CONTINUOUS FAILURE for ONE SUCCESS! But look at the benefit to mankind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest we revise one old adage to: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If something is worth doing,it's worth doing badly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you can do well the first time you try it is too simple to be of any consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, Columbia University was revising a part of the curriculum for their graduate business school and asked dozens of successful businessmen &lt;em&gt;what the most important ingredient for success was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer wasn't charisma, education, money, salesmanship, or leadership qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;persistence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't learn much when you're successful, but you certainly learn when you do something wrong. &lt;em&gt;Learn to look at your failures as learning experiences and you'll begin to almost look foreward to failing (almost).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success and failure have the same root - the desire to achieve - but avoiding failure is not the same as achieving success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is determined by what you allow to happen, success by what you make happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extremely important to emphasize the concept of failure as a positive experience in your life. The only time failure becomes negative is when you stop the effort after the failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing worse - not trying in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't worry about failure. Worry about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;chances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you miss when you don't even try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-114774903257509726?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/114774903257509726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=114774903257509726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/114774903257509726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/114774903257509726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2006/05/conquer-your-fear-of-failure.html' title='Conquer Your Fear of Failure'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-114325618526527983</id><published>2006-03-25T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:17:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT is very beautiful. Isn`t it ? ..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest motivational act one person can do for another is to listen. - Roy E Moody &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. - Sherlock Holmes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you do the common things in life in an uncommon way, you will command the attention of the world. - George Washington Carver &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved. - Victor Hugo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are two kinds of people, those who do the work and those who take the credit. Try to be in the first group; there is less competition there. - Indira Gandhi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage. - Lao-Tzu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether you think that you can, or that you can't, you are usually right. - Henry Ford &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. - Isaac Asimov &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go. - Oscar Wilde &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-114325618526527983?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/114325618526527983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=114325618526527983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/114325618526527983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/114325618526527983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-is-very-beautiful-isnt-it.html' title='IT is very beautiful. Isn`t it ? ..............'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-114180385491564204</id><published>2006-03-08T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:55:44.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuttappan Is So Famous !</title><content type='html'>Kuttappan was bragging to his Boss one day, "You know..... I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone important, and I'm sure I will know them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of his boasting, his Boss called his bluff, "OK, Kuttappan,how about Tom Cruise?" Kuttappan replies "Sure, yes, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kuttappan and his Boss fly out to Hollywood and knock, on Tom Cruise's door and sure enough, Tom Cruise shouts," Hey Kutz!! Great to see you! You and your friend must come in and join me for lunch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a blast of a time. Katie Holmes even personally packs 2sets of Masala Dosas, which is of course specially made by their South Indian chef. They bid each other farewell. Although impressed, Kuttappan's Boss is still skeptical. After they leave Cruise's house, he tells Kuttappan that he thinks Kuttappan's knowing Cruise was just lucky. Kuttappan says "No, no, you go aheadand just name anyone else." "President Bush!" his Boss quickly retorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kuttappan says "Yes, OK, but I am telling you I don't likehim very much, he is very cunning, anyway let's fly out to Washington."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off they go. At the White House, Bush spots Kuttappan on the tour and motions him and his Boss over, saying, "Kuttans! What a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting. The CIA just informed me Osama is heading for the Pakistan Border, Hey Kuttans, are you still on speaking terms with Osama, maybe you could confirm the information for me? Oh never mind! You and your friend come on in and let's havea cup of coffee first and catch up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Boss is much shaken by now, but still not totally convinced. After they leave the White House grounds, he expresses his doubts to Kuttappan who again implores him to name anyone else. "ThePope!" his Boss replies. "Sure! This I like, I've been meaning to see him, he is not&lt;br /&gt;keeping too well y'know" says Kuttappan. " And I have a lot of friends inVatican; it's like my second home! And me and the Pope go back a longway, surely this will be a good trip"So off they fly to Rome. Kuttappan and his Boss are assembled with the masses inVatican Squarewhen Kuttappan says, "This will never work. I can't catch the Pope's eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards, so let me just go upstairs and I'll come out on the balcony with the Pope." The Boss shakes his head unbelievably and says "Yeahright!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still so, Kuttappan disappears into the crowd, headed towards the Vatican. Sure enough, half an hour later Kuttappan emerges with the Pope on the balcony, waves to the crowds with the Pope and takesleave. But by the time Kuttappan returns, he finds that his Boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.Working his way to his Boss' side, Kuttappan asks him,&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?"His Boss looks up and says, "I was doing fine until you and the Pope came out on the balcony and the man next to me said, and "Who's that on the balcony with Kuttappan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-114180385491564204?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/114180385491564204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=114180385491564204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/114180385491564204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/114180385491564204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2006/03/kuttappan-is-so-famous.html' title='Kuttappan Is So Famous !'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-113765691873703294</id><published>2006-01-19T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:48:38.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Installing Love</title><content type='html'>*********************************&lt;br /&gt;Installing Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, ... how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install&lt;br /&gt;Love. Can you guide me though the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What&lt;br /&gt;do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your&lt;br /&gt;Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is&lt;br /&gt;it okay to install Love while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What programs are running ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and&lt;br /&gt;Resentment running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your&lt;br /&gt;current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will&lt;br /&gt;no longer disrupt other programs. Love will  eventually override Low&lt;br /&gt;Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you&lt;br /&gt;have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent&lt;br /&gt;Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been&lt;br /&gt;completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that&lt;br /&gt;normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You&lt;br /&gt;need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error -&lt;br /&gt;Program not run on external components." What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run&lt;br /&gt;on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been  run on your Heart. In non-technical&lt;br /&gt;terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files:&lt;br /&gt;Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will&lt;br /&gt;overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also,&lt;br /&gt;you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty&lt;br /&gt;your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile&lt;br /&gt;is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves&lt;br /&gt;all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually&lt;br /&gt;everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running.  One&lt;br /&gt;more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its&lt;br /&gt;various modules to everyone you meet. They will in ! turn share it with&lt;br /&gt;others and return some cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-113765691873703294?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/113765691873703294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=113765691873703294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113765691873703294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113765691873703294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2006/01/installing-love.html' title='Installing Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-113472117527449478</id><published>2005-12-16T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:19:35.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learnt</title><content type='html'>The best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.When you're in love, it shows.Just one person saying to me, "You've made my day!" makes my day.Having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world. Being kind is more important than being right. You should never say "no" to a gift from a child. I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs afriend to act goofy with. Sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.Simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when Iwas a child did wonders for me as an adult. Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. We should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for. Money doesn't buy class.Under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciatedand loved. The Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?Ignore the facts does not change the facts. When you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.Love, not time, heals all wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myselfwith people smarter than I am. Everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile. There's nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks. No one is perfect until you fall in love with them. Life is tough, but I'm tougher. Opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss. When you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.I wish I could have told my Dad that I love him one more time before he passed away.One should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow hemay have to eat them. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it. When your newly born child holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happinessand growth occurs while you're climbing it. It is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation. The less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from external source&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-113472117527449478?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/113472117527449478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=113472117527449478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113472117527449478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113472117527449478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-ive-learnt.html' title='What I&apos;ve learnt'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-113279985227916447</id><published>2005-11-24T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:39:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qoutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past...we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Charles Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-113279985227916447?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/113279985227916447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=113279985227916447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113279985227916447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113279985227916447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/11/qoutes.html' title='Qoutes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-113211191142280128</id><published>2005-11-16T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:31:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Results..! ! !</title><content type='html'>A mother had 3 daughters. They were all getting married within a short time period. Because mom was a bit worried about how their sex lives would get started, she made them all promise to send a postcard from the honeymoon with a few words on how marital sex felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first girl sent a card from Hawaii two days after the wedding. The card said nothing but "Nescafe." Mom was puzzled at first, but then went to the kitchen and got out the Nescafe jar. It said: "Good till the last drop." Mom blushed, but was pleased for her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second girl sent the card from Vermont a week after the wedding, and the card read: "Benson &amp; Hedges." Mom now knew to go straight to her husband's cigarettes, and she read from the Benson &amp;amp; Hedges pack: "Extra Long. King Size." She was again slightly embarrased but still happy for her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third girl left for her honeymoon in the Caribbean. Mom waited for a week, nothing. Another week went by, and still nothing. Then after a whole month, a card finally arrived. Written on it with shaky handwriting were the words: "British Airways." Mom took out her latest Harper's Bazaar magazine, flipped through the pages fearing the worst, and finally found the ad for the airline. The ad said: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Three times a day, seven days a week, both ways."&lt;/span&gt; Mom fainted.  ;pppp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-113211191142280128?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/113211191142280128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=113211191142280128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113211191142280128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113211191142280128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/11/honeymoon-results.html' title='Honeymoon Results..! ! !'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-113013844472909900</id><published>2005-10-24T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:20:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Message Of DEEPAVALI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/1600/deepavali1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to the Vedic culture, the message of Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya (from darkness unto light) is given through the festival of Deepawali to all peoples of the world. During the night of Deepawali the myriads of little clay lamps (dias) seem to silently send forth Deepawali messages: Come let us remove darkness from the face of the earth. This is not the work to be done by one dia or by one individual. It requires collective effort. In the diffusion of light the question of high and low is forgotten. This is the lesson taught by both small and big dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second message of the burning dias is to destroy the difference between rich and poor- the destruction of discrimination based on poverty and wealth. The burning dia, whether in a palatial bungalow or in a grass hut, is a symbol of this unity. The wall of separation based on economic status cannot prevent the penetration and spread of the light of the dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third message of the burning diias of Deepawali is to kindle the extinguished lights of our neighbours. Let us find out what is needed- whether there is a shortage of wick or oil- and just by a little help the neighbour’s lamps can be lit. One dia can light several others. A little charity can bring joy to countless others. The row of lamps teach yet another lesson and that is of unity as exemplified in Satyam, Shivam Sundaram- Truth, Joy and Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights of Deepavali are displayed at the entrance doors, by the walls of houses, in the streets and lanes. This means that the inner spiritual light of the individual must be reflected outside. Passersby may thereby be prevented from stumbling on their way to reach their destination. The lights of the dias on earth beckon the lights in the firmaments to descend upon earth and establish the heavenly kingdom of God for the welfare of the human race. Feeding empty stomachs, lighting blown-out dias and providing cheer and joy amongst the downtrodden is to enter the true spirit of Deepavali. This is the true prayer to Lakshmi Devi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/320/db1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY DEEPAVALI TO ALL INDIANS AND TO WHOM DOES CELEBRATE IT !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-113013844472909900?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/113013844472909900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=113013844472909900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113013844472909900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113013844472909900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/10/message-of-deepavali.html' title='The Message Of DEEPAVALI'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-113013654295548296</id><published>2005-10-24T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:49:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEPAVALI--- THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/1600/deepavali1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/320/deepavali1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light reflected in the individual mind is the soul. The light reflected in the cosmic mind is the universal spirit. The microcosm and the macrocosm. Beyond both the individual and the cosmic is the one light of infinite spirit beyond name and form. The infinite consciousness is beyond all form and beyond all personality. This is the ultimate Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ultimate Reality of infinite inner Consciousness, thebest symbol is light. The light of lights, the self-luminous inner light of the self is ever shining steadily in the chamber of your heart. Sit still, close the eyes, withdraw the senses. Fix the mind on this Supreme light and enjoy the real Deepavali, by attaining inner illumination. Wake up from the slumber of ignorance through meditation and self inquiry. Realise the constant and eternal light of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The self is self luminous being pure Consciousness. The cognition of all objects arises from the light of pure Consciousness."&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brhadaranyaka Upanishad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we attain perfect inner illumination. May the Supreme light of lights enlighten our understanding. May we attain the inexhaustible spiritual wealth of the eternal, all pervading Self. May we all prosper gloriously on the material as well as on the spiritual planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="TOP: 4px" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062857/K=deepavali/v=2/SID=w/l=II/R=1/SS=i/OID=d881e259d871f0ec/SIG=1fllo3k7q/EXP=1130222720/*-http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimg.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fei%3Dutf-8%26fr%3Dslv1-%26p%3Ddeepavali%2B&amp;h=109&amp;amp;w=100&amp;imgcurl=s-a-i.info%2Fimages%2Fassoc_change%2Fdeepavali1.jpg&amp;amp;imgurl=s-a-i.info%2Fimages%2Fassoc_change%2Fdeepavali1.jpg&amp;size=3.5kB&amp;amp;name=deepavali1.jpg&amp;rcurl=http%3A%2F%2Fs-a-i.info%2Fassoc_change%2Fdeepavali.html&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fs-a-i.info%2Fassoc_change%2Fdeepavali.html&amp;p=deepavali&amp;amp;amp;type=jpeg&amp;no=1&amp;amp;tt=3,390&amp;amp;ei=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-113013654295548296?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/113013654295548296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=113013654295548296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113013654295548296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/113013654295548296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/10/deepavali-festival-of-lights.html' title='DEEPAVALI--- THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112728723087974282</id><published>2005-09-21T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:20:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Tagged.....</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://musings.blogsome.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suresh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the 7 wonders that i like and dislike..hmmm finally its here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have multiple accounts at few banks with unlimited money !&lt;br /&gt;2. Toughest guy in town -lift weights till 200 pound !!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Pilot a plane (at least a Private Flying license)&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive a McLaren F1 or Ferrari Spider !&lt;br /&gt;5. Own a banglo at Artic ...fuyoooooooo !!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Own a IT Listed Company&lt;br /&gt;7. Meet my soul mate !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you can do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have globe circular of friends :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Find and KISS a sweetGirl !&lt;br /&gt;3. Say bye-bye to yesterday !&lt;br /&gt;4. Gets on dirty on the beach all day long&lt;br /&gt;5. Travel north to south and south to north country in one day. -got highway mah !&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a farm of spiders- hehehehehe !&lt;br /&gt;7. Do YoYo with 2 nice chicks at one time ! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things you can't do!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink alcoholic drinks--muaaaakkk !&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoke ! phewww for the air !&lt;br /&gt;3. Jump from high-rise building- what for ?&lt;br /&gt;4. Involved in a fight and leave without paying the price for it !&lt;br /&gt;5. Talking to a stinggy and acsi people - i rather wack them !&lt;br /&gt;6. Stay at a single spot for a day.&lt;br /&gt;7. Living without friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven Celebrity Crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angeline Jolie - She is HOT !!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Aishwarya rai - Queen in the town&lt;br /&gt;3. Raveena Tandon  - ;p&lt;br /&gt;4. Trisha  - coool !&lt;br /&gt;5. Britney Spears - YoYo gal ;p&lt;br /&gt;6. Laila - the BEST !  -unmakeuped artist&lt;br /&gt;7. Sushimita Sen - wooow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven often repeated WORDS/PHRASES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hai&lt;br /&gt;2. Whatssup dawgg !&lt;br /&gt;3. Machan&lt;br /&gt;4. Take Care&lt;br /&gt;5. Enna da&lt;br /&gt;6. Hello&lt;br /&gt;7. Santhosam !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven physical traits I look for in the opposite sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coversation Skills&lt;br /&gt;2. Appearance - of course not the sluggish one !&lt;br /&gt;3. Attitude - towards another person&lt;br /&gt;4. Sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;5. Smile&lt;br /&gt;6. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;7. Caring - Of course i want someone who cares for me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven people you want to tag&lt;/strong&gt;.. (hehehehe pay back time !)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://bluemoon27e.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bluemoon &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://karmarules.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://itly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fanta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.broomhilda2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Broomhilda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://brownsugarfactory.blogspot.com/"&gt;BrownSug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://imse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. and last but not least &lt;a href="http://mullz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mullz&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy tagging ..... buddies ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112728723087974282?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112728723087974282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112728723087974282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112728723087974282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112728723087974282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/09/been-tagged.html' title='Been Tagged.....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112667487267223362</id><published>2005-09-14T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:14:32.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarva Guna Sampanna Kanya</title><content type='html'>The Young Brahmin asked, " Is it true, that your daughter has all the&lt;br /&gt;good qualities and pleasing looks ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old brahmin answered, " Haan ! More that that, she is Sundara&lt;br /&gt;Vati and PadmaVati ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But, can she cook and keep house ? " Asked the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh yes, she is Dharma Vati ! " answered the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Now, can she sew ? " asked the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh yes . . . . yes, she can not only sew, but she is Kala Vati !&lt;br /&gt;" answered the&lt;br /&gt;old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What about her education ? " asked the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She is Vidya Vati ! " answered the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And the Vedas ? " asked the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh yes . . . . yes, she is Veda Vati ! " answered the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man is very happy to find the perfect bride and gets married&lt;br /&gt;to her. Two days later, he comes back with his newly married bride in&lt;br /&gt;town. The old Brahmin is surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks, " What happeded, my son ? " Why do you look so upset ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man says, " Well sir, you told me that your daughter is&lt;br /&gt;already a Sundara&lt;br /&gt;Vati, Padma Vati, Dharma Vati, Kala Vati, Vidya Vati and a Veda&lt;br /&gt;Vati ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes, my son - I certainly did " replies the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But Sir - you forgot to tell me that, she is also already a ' Garbha&lt;br /&gt;Vati ' !!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;wakakkakakkakakak ;pppp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112667487267223362?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112667487267223362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112667487267223362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112667487267223362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112667487267223362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/09/sarva-guna-sampanna-kanya.html' title='Sarva Guna Sampanna Kanya'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112667434748793920</id><published>2005-09-14T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:12:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying by kisses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found this somewhere, and its sooooooo funny ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't send my salary this month, so I am sending 100 kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Your husband Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife replied back after some days to her husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your 100 kisses,&lt;br /&gt;I am sending the expenses details.&lt;br /&gt;1. The Milk man agreed on 2 kisses for one month's milk.&lt;br /&gt;2. The electricity man only agreed after 7 kisses.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your house owner is coming every day and taking two or three kisses instead of the rent.&lt;br /&gt;4. Supermarket owner did not accept kisses only, so I have given him some &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;items...........&lt;br /&gt;5. Other expenses 40 kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry for me, I have a remaining balance of 35 kisses and I hope I can complete the month using this balance. Shall I plan same way for next months,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Advise !!!&lt;br /&gt;Your Sweet Heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112667434748793920?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112667434748793920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112667434748793920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112667434748793920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112667434748793920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/09/paying-by-kisses.html' title='Paying by kisses...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112659743989381089</id><published>2005-09-13T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:43:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-logger on pursue ?</title><content type='html'>Check out this article from &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/167812/1/.html"&gt;ChannelNewsAsia&lt;/a&gt; on the charge imposed on two bloggers who posted a racist remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Pearl Forss, Channel NewsAsia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SINGAPORE : Two bloggers have been charged with sedition for posting racist comments online. This is the first time bloggers are being charged in Singapore and it is sending shockwaves through the local blogging community. Lawyers say the last time the sedition act was invoked in Singapore was at least 10 years ago. Twenty-five-year-old Nicholas Lim Yew and 27-year-old Benjamin Koh Song Huat are being accused of posting racist comments on an online forum and on their blog site. They are both being charged with committing a seditious act, by promoting feelings of ill-will and hostility between races in Singapore. They were not represented by defence lawyers and were granted bail of S$10,000 each. This charge came as a shock to many in the blogging community. Said Singaporean blogger Benjamin Lee (Mr Miyagi):" A lot of them will be looking at their blogs and wondering if they made any legally seditious remarks. I think because of the way this will be played up, it's negative publicity for the Singapore blogging community." "Currently if you surf the net you will come across a lot of bloggers making such comments. You will probably see a drop in such cases henceforth. At the moment I am not aware of any cases except of a case in Iran where bloggers are charged. But Iran has a different legal system from Singapore," said Leonard Loo, managing partner of Leonard Loo &amp; Co Advocates &amp;amp; Solicitors. Channel NewsAsia understands that the Media Development Authority had asked host servers to remove a racist blog from the web. Police are now investigating this matter. While many racist blogs by Singaporeans can be found online, the blogging community is also quick to criticize any racist comments. Channel NewsAsia has received many emails from viewers informing us about a few racist sites. Viewers said they were "appalled as well as disappointed that a Singaporean could condemn" other fellow Singaporeans of a different race. Lawyers warn that anybody who forwards seditious remarks to others via email can also be charged with abetment. The case is expected to be heard in court again on September 21. A person is deemed to have committed an offence under the Sedition Act if he performs any act which has a seditious tendency, or conspires with any person to do so. It is also an offence to utter any seditious words or to print, publish, sell, distribute, reproduce or import any seditious publication. First time offenders can be fined up to S$5,000, or jailed up to three years, or both. For subsequent offences, they can be jailed up to five years and have their seditious publications forfeited and destroyed. - CNA /ct/ls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112659743989381089?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112659743989381089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112659743989381089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112659743989381089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112659743989381089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/09/b-logger-on-pursue.html' title='B-logger on pursue ?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112564739033300220</id><published>2005-09-02T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:53:40.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Indian Names</title><content type='html'>A little Red Indian boy asked his father, the big chief and witch doctor of the tribe, "Papa, why is it that we always have long names, while the white men have shorter names - Bill, Tex or Sam, for example?" His father replied, "Look, son, our names represent a symbol, a sign,or a poem for our culture --not like the white men, who repeat their names from generation to generation. Also, it is part of our makeup that in spite of everything, we survive. For example, your sister's name is Small Romantic Moon Over The Lake, because on the night she was born, there was a beautiful moon reflected in the lake. Then there's your brother, Big White Horse of the Prairies, because he was born on a day that the big white horse who gallops over the prairies of the world appeared near our camp and is a symbol of our capacity to live and the life force of our people. It's very simple and easy to understand. Do you have any other questions, Little Broken Condom Made in China?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112564739033300220?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112564739033300220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112564739033300220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112564739033300220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112564739033300220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/09/red-indian-names.html' title='Red Indian Names'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112323655526507834</id><published>2005-08-05T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T18:09:15.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DO YOU WANT ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM LIFE, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WILL GET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/400/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he great majority of people in the world drift through life, never realizing that their future will be the one they create for themselves. The minority who achieve great success are people who know what they want and have a plan for realizing their objectives. They know what they want and how they are going to get it. Your goals should be specific, they should be measurable, they should have a deadline for their achievement, and they should be divided into manageable pieces. Know exactly what you plan to achieve, when you plan to achieve it, and how. Review your progress regularly, correct your course when necessary, and never, never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you want ? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112323655526507834?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112323655526507834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112323655526507834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112323655526507834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112323655526507834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-do-you-want.html' title='WHAT DO YOU WANT ?!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112260624588051650</id><published>2005-07-29T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:04:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics For Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/1600/goals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/400/goals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/1600/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/400/success.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/1600/persistence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4864/708/400/persistence.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/10103899-112260624588051650?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112260624588051650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112260624588051650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112260624588051650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112260624588051650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/07/pics-for-thoughts.html' title='Pics For Thoughts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112191947111944638</id><published>2005-07-21T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T12:17:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i DUMB ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Crowds seen like ants rushing for their daily schedule, part of them is for works, grocieries, schools,  dating, etc ....Government officers and ministry with their luxuries cars crossing by the citizens who gave way to them. At one part of the city, inside a building, seem hundreds of peoples buying and selling their shares with a lot of arguments. Some with enjoyment of their raising share values and other's defending their declining shares. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At another part of the world....thousands if not millions are suffering without foods, engaged in terror, life sucking war's. Depending their losing govenrment, for dailly survivol. Begging for food, home, and a simple live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even at developed countries, there are certain part of it, filled with beggers and the less fortunate who is fighting for their lives. Whose respnsibilities is that, aren;t the government should take care of their citizens ? Or just let them begging and get indulged with negative habits such as thieves, house break-in and assasinations ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is happening here ? Is this an unbalance created by the human themself  ? Why can't the rich help the poor ? What about the top politicians who does promise this and that but do nothing at last ? Where is the human aid role in here ? The organizations which suppose to aid the poor and needy ? Can there anything to be done for coping this situation ? At one part, a guy with endorsed luxury with him, another begging daily for one meal a day....whose fault is this ? the GOD or human ? And i'm sitting like a dumb writing this !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112191947111944638?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112191947111944638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112191947111944638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112191947111944638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112191947111944638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/07/am-i-dumb.html' title='Am i DUMB ?!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112184412571454406</id><published>2005-07-20T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T15:22:05.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUM and Essence of Sound.</title><content type='html'>The meaning of AUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aum is not, in itself, the un-struck sound, but leads one to it. The mantra is composed of four elements. Three are vocal sounds: A, U, and M, while the fourth element is the silence which begins and ends the audible sound, the silence which supports it. The objective of intoning AUM is not only the mantra itself, but the experience of perceiving the unmade sound that supports it. This is the same as seeking the space which "supports" the universe and its galaxies : the "emptiness" or nothingness of space is necessary for the existence of everything seen and unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yogam.blogspot.com/2005/07/anahata-nada.html"&gt;more info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112184412571454406?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112184412571454406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112184412571454406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112184412571454406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112184412571454406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/07/aum-and-essence-of-sound.html' title='AUM and Essence of Sound.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112044687641448405</id><published>2005-07-04T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:14:36.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Between Senses</title><content type='html'>Human Senses equals to 5 piece which are hearing, sights, voice, smelling and touch.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, on every human those senses act properly and stable. But at one point, i had these fight; my eyes and tastes reminds me of how tastefull the food even tough it is oily and fatty ! when i want to comsume it, my eyes ( again)  said STOP ! or else, you'll become a damn fatty !!! Now i can't properly decide what to do, can you help me out of this, What should i do ?!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112044687641448405?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112044687641448405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112044687641448405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112044687641448405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112044687641448405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/07/fight-between-senses.html' title='Fight Between Senses'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-112010692920583787</id><published>2005-06-30T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:48:49.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greenies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 398px" height="410" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038558.ceb30a.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 408px" height="416" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038568.a005aa.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of the villages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="430" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038577.ac1b2b.jpg" width="443" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cows.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 390px" height="395" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038573.fd312b.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Air Terminal + Plane We board onto....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-112010692920583787?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/112010692920583787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=112010692920583787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112010692920583787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/112010692920583787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/06/greenies_30.html' title='The Greenies....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111958852460622934</id><published>2005-06-24T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T12:55:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiruvannamalai In Cyber Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="411" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4039077.112ebb.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="396" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4039073.6dc721.jpg" width="497" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 359px" height="407" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4039072.13d720.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="420" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4039075.892527.jpg" width="495" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiruvannamalai.net"&gt;Tiruvannamalai&lt;/a&gt; Pic's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="402" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038778.38d4e7.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="399" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038769.1e9607.jpg" width="495" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiruvannamalai's Floor Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="418" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4039076.eff558.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiruvannamalai's Mountain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111958852460622934?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111958852460622934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111958852460622934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111958852460622934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111958852460622934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/06/tiruvannamalai-in-cyber-image.html' title='Tiruvannamalai In Cyber Image'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111940739907916822</id><published>2005-06-22T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:29:59.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 609px" height="594" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4039074.49be78.jpg" width="419" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone @ Mahabalipuram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="383" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038570.63bfb5.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sculpture @ Mahabalipuram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="400" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038566.e24d1f.jpg" width="429" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahabalipuram's Seaside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="359" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038779.1c62a8.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajiv Ghandi's assassination memmorial place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111940739907916822?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111940739907916822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111940739907916822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111940739907916822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111940739907916822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-pics.html' title='More pics......'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111940542790836848</id><published>2005-06-22T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:06:48.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna &amp; MGR Samadhi's pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 561px" height="602" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038575.4ee6e5.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna's samadhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 586px" height="577" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038553.40ac7b.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the crowds on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 394px" height="444" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038775.dd5eff.jpg" width="539" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 371px" height="438" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038771.74e9bd.jpg" width="493" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGR samadhi picture selections&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111940542790836848?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111940542790836848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111940542790836848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111940542790836848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111940542790836848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/06/anna-mgr-samadhis-pictures.html' title='Anna &amp; MGR Samadhi&apos;s pictures.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111934088970782762</id><published>2005-06-21T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:08:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect From India</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 464px" height="601" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038774.04c58c.jpg" width="428" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of Ratnagiri, the first visited temple at South India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 497px" height="552" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038781.94407e.jpg" width="328" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Ratnagiri Temple, my grandma and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 414px" height="507" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038562.0e1e2c.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asthalakshmi Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 403px" height="477" src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/631/4038554.f90b93.jpg" width="633" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoomed up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111934088970782762?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111934088970782762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111934088970782762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111934088970782762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111934088970782762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/06/picture-perfect-from-india.html' title='Picture Perfect From India'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111923917264506255</id><published>2005-06-20T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:46:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extended Trip</title><content type='html'>Ooooooopsss ! For my visitor's who is expecting for the photo of my vacations, its ready but i got some difficulty on transferring the pics to the blog.....so guys &amp; gurls be PATIENTttttttttttt !&lt;br /&gt;-especially IBH ;pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;so anticipated huh ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/06 till 05/06 ....&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaww ! so tired loo .... i wanna sleep ...bye guys ! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/06&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;a href="http://www.tiruvannamalai.net/"&gt;Thiruvannamalai&lt;/a&gt; - very nice temple about Shiva and Fire .....&lt;br /&gt;And one of the historical temple, find it &lt;a href="http://www.nandhi.com/annamalai.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.chennaionline.com/toursntravel/placesofworship/thiruvannamalai.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way back, visited Vellore Kotai, a place where once is a shield for the indian army...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/06&lt;br /&gt;Went to MelMaruvathur AdhiparaShakthi, guess what? ! There is a movie based on this temple, long long ago, visit &lt;a href="http://www.cinesouth.com/films/mel%20maruvathur%20adhiparasakthi.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/6&lt;br /&gt;Went around Vellore district....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/06&lt;br /&gt;Went to my parents village called 'Mohammed Pettai' still at Vellore downtown... ;p&lt;br /&gt;Run a race with the 'bull' there and watched cow's daily 'duties'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/06 &amp; 11/06&lt;br /&gt;Purchase nesseary items to be bring on and packed baggages to return to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/06&lt;br /&gt;Went out at 1430, reached madras at 1720 and visited MGR and Anna Samadhi which is nearby &lt;a href="http://www.tourtravelworld.com/hot_spots/chennai/marina_beach/"&gt;Marina Beach&lt;/a&gt;. The place which cought Tsunami incidence..... But still the visitor here is peak, regardless the monster which cought hundred of thousands people lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2300, went to Chennai Airport to check in, ask the airline guy about a ticket confirmation, he told "Sorry Sir, You Ticket is not confirmed". I said "What the f**k, i reconfirmed the day i came down here!". And he asked me to check out with officer in charge, which latter he mentioned its all clear and i'm ready to board the plane.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEERRR ! what a airline officer !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/06&lt;br /&gt;0200 -Went on board the airline, and said 'Sayonara to India'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Next time, i would like to revisit Thiruvannamalai, Thirupathi &amp; Thiruthenni. Wonderfull placeses***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons from the trip ; never underestimate a government officer at India !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Will post the pics once available****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111923917264506255?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111923917264506255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111923917264506255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111923917264506255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111923917264506255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/06/extended-trip_20.html' title='Extended Trip'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111881794001248330</id><published>2005-06-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:45:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;26/05&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Arrived at Chennai airport, picked up by relatives went to &lt;a href="http://www.chennai-hotels.com/park.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARIGNAR ANNA ZOOLOGICAL PARK &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,  inside the zoo, welcomed by sudden strong wind aka huricanne ;pppp..... Went to my parents hometown, Vellore district, codenamed RaniPettai :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27/05&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take rest at home, and at night when for movie "PITAN" , had parotha as a dinner ...... it looks thrice smaller than Malaysian &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roti_canai"&gt;roti canai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28/05&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relatives from my dad site visited with some sweets &amp; fruit....... ....share some time ...guess wat i got stomache that night onwards ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4rd till 6th day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got stomache ..... vomit uuuuch never been vomiting like this before......weaaakkkkkk.....get medicine, no changes ....6th day morning  drank ginger oil....it helps '''ALOT !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;01/06&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;feels ok.....went to thirupathi with my father at 0600 by bus ....guess wat the bus driver kept honking for the rest of journey which takes around 4 hours !!! get my but HOTTTIE on the seat ! i admit those passenger of the bus are a  REAL STUNT ppl's...why ? i saw few guys running towards and catch up to the bus even tough it is overload and the bus is going at  30 km/h oooosh ...and the driver of the bus is driving at opposite direction 'occasionaly'  bypassing huge trucks and lorries and upcoming traffic......i always wonder can he escape this lorry or that bus ..or end up as a smashed steel !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At Andhra-Chennai border pass, the security guy halt the bus and requires the bus driver to provide authorization....Hmmmm did they really need pass for a daily routined bus to and from chennai  ...funny ! it is only between state dude !!&lt;br /&gt;Discovered &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tirumala.org/"&gt;thirupatti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  at 1050, found it is interesting, the temple is at top of hill and called as 'Ellumalai Andavar" which the true meaning is bypass the seven mountains to reach. Nice air -unpolluted ' Kulam' .But unable to reach ' Mulasthana '  since one should wait two days before can see inside it. The speciality of Thirupathi is " LADDU "  and only who when inside the Mulasthana can have it......so missed it :(&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, fetch bus to Thirutheni, nice Murugan Temple with exotic interior......the temple is also at hill side which makes presence so cooling....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Will post the pics sooner.......... the stories continuess.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111881794001248330?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111881794001248330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111881794001248330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111881794001248330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111881794001248330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-trip.html' title='My Trip'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111872135105483525</id><published>2005-06-14T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T11:55:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfull India *</title><content type='html'>Yo my fellow blogg'ers....&lt;br /&gt;I'm BACK !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is REALLY &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&amp;va=HOT&amp;amp;x=13&amp;y=4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip went smoothly with some of the places being wiped off from the list due to some 'circumstances' .  Went to Kanchipuram, Thirupathi, Thirutheni ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will  post the pics soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111872135105483525?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111872135105483525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111872135105483525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111872135105483525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111872135105483525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/06/wonderfull-india.html' title='Wonderfull India *'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111623031378058475</id><published>2005-05-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:58:33.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going For Vacation !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YESSSSS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i'm going to vacation at India. My Grandparents hometown :) .&lt;br /&gt;I'm still deciding which place to tour, at  glance i will be going to north of &lt;a href="http://www.indiatoursonline.com/"&gt;South India &lt;/a&gt;which is around madurai. And planning to visit historical temples and places. Anyone well-versed with this places, please guide me .... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111623031378058475?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111623031378058475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111623031378058475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111623031378058475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111623031378058475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-going-for-vacation.html' title='I&apos;m Going For Vacation !!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111535441531030350</id><published>2005-05-06T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:40:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80 GMAIL Invitation</title><content type='html'>Hi guy's &amp; gal's...&lt;br /&gt;there is 80 &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gmail&lt;/span&gt; invitation with me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested to have account with Gmail, just email me or leave u'r comment and email id.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info &lt;a href="www.gmail.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GMAIL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; currently serving the most email space in the internet with 2GB and still counting !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail accounts only available by invitation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111535441531030350?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111535441531030350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111535441531030350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111535441531030350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111535441531030350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/05/80-gmail-invitation.html' title='80 GMAIL Invitation'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111526982428563242</id><published>2005-05-05T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:16:54.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Brahman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat is in the macrocosm is in this microcosm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ithin the city of Brahman, which is the body, there is the heart, and within the heart there is a little house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his house has the shape of a lotus, and within it dwells that which is to be sought after, inquired about, and realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat then is that which, dwelling within this little house, this lotus of the heart, is to be sought after, inquired about, and realized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s large as the universe outside, even so large is the universe within the lotus of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ithin it are heaven and earth, the sun, the moon, the lightning, and all the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat is in the macrocosm is in this microcosm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chandogya Upanishad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111526982428563242?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111526982428563242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111526982428563242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111526982428563242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111526982428563242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/05/city-of-brahman.html' title='City of Brahman'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111476026875574421</id><published>2005-04-29T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:38:10.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Universe of Oneness, death is Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell's Theorem suggests that conscious human activity influences the behaviour of subatomic particles in actual laboratory experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of ourselves as independent objects that are isolated from the universe we inhabit is erroneous. We cannot distance ourselves from the universe because of our oneness with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For detailed info visit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yogam.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOGAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111476026875574421?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111476026875574421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111476026875574421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111476026875574421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111476026875574421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-universe-of-oneness-death-is.html' title='In a Universe of Oneness, death is Impossible'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111379260102645193</id><published>2005-04-18T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:50:01.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon Hills -Thought For The Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(1)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A POSITIVE MIND FINDS A WAY IT CAN BE DONE. A NEGATIVE MIND LOOKS FOR ALL THE WAYS IT CAN’T BE DONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said, "There are no truths; there are only perceptions of truth." Whether or not you accept this statement, whatever you believe to be true will become your reality. Your subconscious mind will believe anything you tell it-if you repeat the words often and with conviction. When you are faced with a daunting task that you’ve never attempted before, focus on the potential for success, not on the possibilities for failure. Break the job down into smaller elements and tackle each one separately. The only difference between success and failure in any job is your attitude toward it.&lt;a href="http"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2)&lt;a href="http://www.naphill.org/thought-unsubscribe.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN THINK YOUR WAY INTO OR OUT OF ALMOST ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, GOOD OR BAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No action takes place unless it is preceded by thought. If you’re unhappy with the circumstances in which you find yourself, you can improve your situation through the power of thought, just as surely as you can destroy a positive life with negative thinking. Success begins with an honest analysis of your present condition, acceptance of responsibility for your own life, and the development of a workable plan to achieve what you desire.&lt;/p&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.naphill.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NapHill's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111379260102645193?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111379260102645193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111379260102645193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111379260102645193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111379260102645193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/04/napoleon-hills-thought-for-day.html' title='Napoleon Hills -Thought For The Day.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111337013350454976</id><published>2005-04-13T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:30:51.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;And wished I were as beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly she rose to leave,&lt;br /&gt;I saw her hobble down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;She had one leg and wore a crutch.&lt;br /&gt;But as she passed, she passed a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have two legs; the world is mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I stopped to buy some candy.&lt;br /&gt;The lad who sold it had such charm.&lt;br /&gt;I talked with him, he seemed so glad.&lt;br /&gt;If I were late, it'd do no harm.&lt;br /&gt;And as I left, he said to me, "I thank you,&lt;br /&gt;you've been so kind.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to talk with folks like you.&lt;br /&gt;You see," he said, "I'm blind."&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;I have two eyes; the world is mine&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood and watched the others play,&lt;br /&gt;but he did not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped a moment and then I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you join them dear?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked ahead without a word.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot, he couldn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;I have two ears; the world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With feet to take me where I'd go.&lt;br /&gt;With eyes to see the sunset's glow.&lt;br /&gt;With ears to hear what I'd know.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="334" src="http://www.techsmith.com/products/studio/MMTemplates/Motivational/images/Rose%20Thron.jpg" width="380" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111337013350454976?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111337013350454976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111337013350454976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111337013350454976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111337013350454976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/04/world-is-mine.html' title='The World is Mine...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111319005943430963</id><published>2005-04-11T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:29:48.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel. All&lt;br /&gt;claimed that they were the best. The most important. The most useful.&lt;br /&gt;The favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;"Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope.&lt;br /&gt;I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals&lt;br /&gt;would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in&lt;br /&gt;the majority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; interrupted:&lt;br /&gt;"You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It&lt;br /&gt;is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds&lt;br /&gt;from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity.&lt;br /&gt;Without my peace, you would all be nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; chuckled:&lt;br /&gt;"You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into&lt;br /&gt;the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are&lt;br /&gt;yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to&lt;br /&gt;smile. Without me there would be no fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; started next to blow her trumpet:&lt;br /&gt;"I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am&lt;br /&gt;precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most&lt;br /&gt;important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and&lt;br /&gt;papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at&lt;br /&gt;sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another&lt;br /&gt;thought to any of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; could stand it no longer he shouted out:&lt;br /&gt;"I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the&lt;br /&gt;color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I&lt;br /&gt;bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as&lt;br /&gt;the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the&lt;br /&gt;poinsettia and the poppy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; rose up to his full height:&lt;br /&gt;He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of&lt;br /&gt;royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me&lt;br /&gt;for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me!&lt;br /&gt;They listen and obey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Indigo&lt;/span&gt; spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with&lt;br /&gt;just as much determination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but&lt;br /&gt;without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and&lt;br /&gt;reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and&lt;br /&gt;contrast, for prayer and inner peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own&lt;br /&gt;superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;there was a startling flash of bright lightening thunder rolled and&lt;br /&gt;boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched&lt;br /&gt;down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the clamor, Rain began to speak:&lt;br /&gt;"You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to&lt;br /&gt;dominate the rest. Don't you know that you were each made for a&lt;br /&gt;special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another&lt;br /&gt;and come to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing as they were told, the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; united and joined hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rain continued:&lt;br /&gt;"From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky&lt;br /&gt;in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow." And so, whenever a good&lt;br /&gt;rain washes the world, and a Rainbow appears in the sky, let us&lt;br /&gt;remember to appreciate one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friendship is like a rainbow:&lt;br /&gt;Red like an apple, sweet to the core.&lt;br /&gt;Orange, like a burning flame, never dying out.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow like the sun that brightens your day.&lt;br /&gt;Green like a plant that keeps on growing.&lt;br /&gt;Blue like the water that is so pure.&lt;br /&gt;Purple like a flower that is ready to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;Indigo like the dreams that fill your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111319005943430963?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111319005943430963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111319005943430963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111319005943430963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111319005943430963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/04/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111284134388671526</id><published>2005-04-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T10:37:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beautiful message that proves a loving point!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch the next day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes." But Sally said, Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen." Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?" So Johnny did the dishes. Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing. Grandma said, "I'm sorry, but I need Sally to help make supper." Sally just smiled and said, "Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help." She whispered again, "Remember the duck?" So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's he finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed the he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing. But because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought for the day and every day thereafter: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done, the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, debt, fear, hatred, anger, unforgiveness, bitterness, etc.) whatever it is, you need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and make the difference in someone's life today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111284134388671526?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111284134388671526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111284134388671526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111284134388671526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111284134388671526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/04/duck.html' title='The Duck'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111268600588392169</id><published>2005-04-05T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:26:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes-Dating</title><content type='html'>Grandpa and Grandma always got very excited when they recalled the old days they were together. They made a decision, one day to make it "&lt;em&gt;yesterday once more&lt;/em&gt;". They made a date on the river bank they used to go when they were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Grandpa got up at 6 a.m. in the morning, dashed to the bank, picked up a big bunch of wild flowers before sunrise,waited there for his sweetheart to come. But Grandpa ended up being disappointed as Grandma never showed up even after sunset.Grandpa went home in such an anger. He opened the door and saw Grandma lying on the sofa with her pillow. He threw the flowers on the floor and questioned: &lt;em&gt;"Why didn't you come to our date?!!"&lt;/em&gt; Grandma hid her head in the pillow and replied shyly:&lt;em&gt;"Mom didn't allow me to go..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/10103899-111268600588392169?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111268600588392169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111268600588392169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111268600588392169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111268600588392169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/04/jokes-dating.html' title='Jokes-Dating'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111223725701320101</id><published>2005-03-31T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T10:47:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKES FOR THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Coca-Cola was originally &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most common name in the world is Mohammed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are two credit cards for every person in the United States. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Typewriter&lt;/span&gt;" is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row ! of the keyboard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can't kill yourself by holding your breath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is impossible to lick your elbow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People say "Bless you" when you sneeze because when you sneeze, your heart stops for a millisecond. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you sneeze too hard, you can fracture a rib. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you try to suppress a sneeze, you can rupture a blood vessel in your head or neck and die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a statue of a person in the park on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullet proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers and laser printers are invented by women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey is the only food that doesn't spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first- class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;---&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On average, people fear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://spyderz.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SPYDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more than they do death.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shakespeare invented the word "assassination" and "bump"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The electric chair was invented by a dentist. . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over million descendants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cigarette lighter was invented before the match. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most lipstick contains fish scales. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all of the world's nuclear weapons combined. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ninety percent of New York City cabbies are recently arrived immigrants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing. - SCARY!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In ancient Egypt, priests plucked EVERY hair from their bodies, including their eyebrows and eyelashes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If Barbie were life-size, her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand seven feet, two inches tall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Go," is the shortest complete sentence in the English language. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost everyone who reads this page will try to lick their elbow!. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Haha!...gotcHa!!! HeeHeeHeeee !!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111223725701320101?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111223725701320101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111223725701320101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111223725701320101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111223725701320101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/03/jokes-for-thought.html' title='JOKES FOR THOUGHT'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111206331711572460</id><published>2005-03-29T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T10:28:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethal quake rattles tsunami zone</title><content type='html'>A massive earthquake off the coast of Indonesia has killed hundreds of people and triggered tsunami alerts around the Indian Ocean. The 8.7 magnitude quake struck just before midnight, destroying buildings on the Sumatra island of Nias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of people fled their homes in Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand, India and Sri Lanka - areas still recovering from the deadly tsunami in December. But three hours after the quake, tsunami alerts were scaled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/40971000/gif/_40971421_sumatra_quake2_203152.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ninety seconds is a very long time in an earthquake "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gareth A Richards-Kuala Lumpur resident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indonesian Vice-President, Jusuf Kalla, told the BBC he feared up to 2,000 people may have died on the island of Nias, not far from the epicentre. But he said this figure was based on an assessment of damaged buildings, not a body count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hosted.ap.org/photos/M/MAS10103282151-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 80% of buildings had been affected in the town of Gunungsitoli, he added.&lt;br /&gt;Local officials said earlier about 300 people were feared dead. "We are busy now trying to pull people or bodies of children from the collapsed building," said one police officer. "It is very hard also because there is no power." He added that darkness and continuing aftershocks were making it difficult to determine how many casualties there were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agus Mendrofa, deputy mayor of Gunungsitoli, told Indonesian TV: "Gunungsitoli is now like a dead town. The situation here is in extreme panic." Nias lies about 200km (125 miles) off the Sumatran mainland, and to the south of the province of Aceh, the area worst affected by December's tsunami. A Christian missionary working outside the town said hundreds of wounded had come to the mission seeking help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FROM &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/4388579.stm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Simply huge'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/4388579.stm"&gt;'Neighbours screaming' &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111206331711572460?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111206331711572460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111206331711572460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111206331711572460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111206331711572460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/03/lethal-quake-rattles-tsunami-zone.html' title='Lethal quake rattles tsunami zone'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111206286065534303</id><published>2005-03-29T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T10:21:00.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTHQUAKE AGAIN ?!!</title><content type='html'>After 3 months from the tremendous tidal wave which has caused the Ocean to wake up against the land and taking off some peoples from the ground, now it is showing its face again at the land of the Sumatera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An earthquake measuring 8.5 on the Richter scale hit just off the coast of Sumatra about 245km from Medan and 535km from here – at 12.09am and tremors were felt on the entire west coast of the peninsula causing tens of thousands of people to be evacuated from their high-rise homes and hotels. Bukit Aman issued a warning to all state police headquarters to be on full alert including making preparations to evacuate people from coastal areas mainly in Penang and Kedah, especially Langkawi, were worse than the Dec 26 earthquake that brought the tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No casualty or damage was reported in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;-Thailand, India, Africa and Indonesia all issued tsunami warnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/3/29/nation/10539569&amp;sec=nation"&gt;Midnight tremors:&lt;/a&gt; Tremors were felt in many parts of Peninsular Malaysia just after midnight Tuesday following an earthquake in Sumatra measuring 8.5 on the Richter scale. Penang, Kuala Lumpur, Petaling Jaya, Shah Alam, Klang, Johor Baru and Muar felt the tremors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/3/29/latest/20050329090812&amp;amp;sec=Latest"&gt;JAKARTA, Indonesia (AP) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Between 1,000 and 2,000 people may have been killed on Indonesia's Nias island by the massive earthquake that struck off Indonesia's western coast, the country's vice president said Tuesday. "It is predicted _ and it's still a rough estimate _ that the number of the victims of dead may be between 1,000 and 2,000,'' Vice President Jusuf Kalla told the el-Shinta radio station. He said the estimate was based on an assessment of damage to buildings, not bodies counted. Early reports suggested Nias, which lies off Sumatra island's western coast, was worst hit by the 8.7-magnitude quake that struck under the sea in the region about an hour before midnight on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hosted.ap.org/photos/M/MAS10103282151-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earthquake _ the largest aftershock of the massive 9.0-magnitude temblor that caused the Dec. 26 Indian Ocean tsunami _ triggered panic in several Asian countries after government issued urgent warnings that another set of deadly waves may be about to hit.&lt;br /&gt;The warnings were later withdrawn after it became clear that the quake did not cause a tsunami. Officials on Nias say hundreds of buildings collapsed in Gunungsitoli town, and they fear many people inside were killed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111206286065534303?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111206286065534303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111206286065534303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111206286065534303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111206286065534303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/03/earthquake-again.html' title='EARTHQUAKE AGAIN ?!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111172552882808386</id><published>2005-03-25T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T12:38:48.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*THE ROSE*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say &lt;span style="COLOR: violet"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt; it is a river,&lt;br /&gt;That drowns the tender reed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say &lt;span style="COLOR: violet"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt; it is a razor,&lt;br /&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say &lt;span style="COLOR: violet"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt; it is a hunger,&lt;br /&gt;An endless, aching need. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say &lt;span style="COLOR: violet"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt; it is a flower,&lt;br /&gt;And you, it's soul the seed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a heart afraid of breaking,&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream, afraid of waking,&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its the one who won't be taken,&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the soul, afraid of dying,&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has been too lonely,&lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you think that &lt;span style="COLOR: violet"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is only&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky and the strong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, in the winter,&lt;br /&gt;Far beneath the bitter snows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed, that with the &lt;span style="COLOR: orange"&gt;sun's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: violet"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Spring, becomes the &lt;span style="COLOR: cyan"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111172552882808386?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111172552882808386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111172552882808386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111172552882808386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111172552882808386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/03/rose.html' title='*THE ROSE*'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-111103831592559086</id><published>2005-03-17T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T13:53:32.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have a warm and friendly feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I think of you today; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I wish that we could visit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you're many miles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;eparated by such distance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet our emails bring us near;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Through the miles we share a friendship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's become to me most dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;riends through correspondence;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still, your face I need not see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For your soul shines through the words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every time you write to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou have a special way of writing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Warming as the sunshine rays, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bringing joy and inspiration, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brightening up my days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou have enriched my life, my dear one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm glad God willed we meet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Friendship's Road" is that much nicer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Traveling it with one so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-111103831592559086?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/111103831592559086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=111103831592559086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111103831592559086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/111103831592559086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/03/friendship-road.html' title='Friendship Road'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-110904378990015616</id><published>2005-02-22T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:13:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU ROMANTIC ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ARE &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ROMANTIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  align="middle" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = color /&gt;&lt;color:black&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Romantic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/color&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are more romantic than 100% of the population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/romatic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You life your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.&lt;br /&gt;Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/romanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/color:black&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-110904378990015616?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/110904378990015616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=110904378990015616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110904378990015616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110904378990015616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/02/are-you-romantic.html' title='ARE YOU ROMANTIC ?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-110774765491152676</id><published>2005-02-07T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T11:40:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7G Rainbow Colony</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://nowrunning.com/comingsoon/7GRainbowColony/banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; STORY. A &lt;a href="http://www.nowrunning.com/trailers/trailer.asp?movieNo=1541&amp;trailerNo=&amp;amp;lang="&gt;film&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Selvaraghavan &lt;/em&gt;and music by &lt;em&gt;Yuvan Shankar Raja&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A guy &lt;em&gt;(Ravi Krishna) &lt;/em&gt;who in deep love towards a Bengali girl (&lt;em&gt;Sonia Agarwal)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The breathtaking movie centres on true love that is first one sided, then after a long struggle by &lt;em&gt;Ravi&lt;/em&gt; has become to perfect love of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What strikes one first about "7G Rainbow Colony" is that its hero, Kathir (played by Ravi Krishna), is no archetypal Tamil film hero. He is an average, rather uncouth and rowdy, lower middleclass Chennaiite. The kind of person, who never draws a second glance from women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the quintessential underachiever who frustrates his father by performing disastrously in every examination he takes. He spends his time drinking, smoking or behaving raucously in theatres with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anitha (Sonia Agarwal), whose family has suffered a serious financial reverse, shifts into Rainbow Colony -- a decidedly lower middleclass neighbourhood -- and occupies the flat below Kathir's. Mercifully for the viewer, the result is not love at first sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love, when it does bloom in Kathir's heart, is not the formulaic love that one usually witnesses on the silver screen. In fact, Kathir's long, silent stares and his dogged pursuit of Anitha accurately mirrors the almost obsessive infatuations often seen in school and college campuses in these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Anitha's feelings towards Kathir do ultimately change, it is thankfully gradual and believable. The feeling of repulsion that viewers feel towards Kathir also gradually changes as the movie gets on. Anitha then helps Kathir rise out of the ocean of mediocrity and achieve something tangible in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Agarwal is undoubtedly the star of the film. She looks ravishing though a little on the buxom side. She has portrayed to perfection the harassed, young girl with a staid middle class values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unprepossessing and ordinary, Ravi Krishna's character doesn't stand out in a crowd and is just one among faceless millions. Though Kathir's three other friends appear in a large number of frames in the movie, their faces don't stay in the viewer's mind - an indication that Selvaraghavan has successfully managed to portray them as the kind of people who, in real life, receive no second glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs drag on a little too long but the music by Yuvan Shankar Raja is excellent. The background music, though a trifle loud at times, lends itself to the narrative, which in turn is fast-paced and engrossing.Selvaraghavan's directorial venture after "Kaadhal Kondein" can be given an emphatic thumbs-up. He has managed to weave together a touching movie, which brings tears to one's eyes at moments. This movie is definitely among the best released this year, and must not by any means be given the go-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-110774765491152676?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/110774765491152676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=110774765491152676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110774765491152676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110774765491152676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/02/7g-rainbow-colony.html' title='7G Rainbow Colony'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-110732787356855270</id><published>2005-02-02T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T15:04:33.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1imyxd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1imz28"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1imz34"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1imz3k"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1imz41"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1imz4m"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-110732787356855270?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/110732787356855270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=110732787356855270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110732787356855270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110732787356855270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/02/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-110620047485408497</id><published>2005-01-20T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T13:54:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word 'TRY' is not in my dictionary !</title><content type='html'>The word &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; is not in my dictionary.....its true when you are up to something and you need to work till you get the something. Replace the word 'TRY' to MUST or I WILL DO IT.... and that point will be your next route to achieve wonderfull moment's and everything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-110620047485408497?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/110620047485408497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=110620047485408497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110620047485408497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110620047485408497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/01/word-try-is-not-in-my-dictionary.html' title='Word &apos;TRY&apos; is not in my dictionary !'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-110620000181121227</id><published>2005-01-20T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T13:46:41.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil or God !</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well They Says This Is ME !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 7% evil.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" target="_"&gt;&lt;!-- Image here! --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an Angel. I rarely sin which makes my life pretty boring. But there is a god he will likely reward me in the afterlife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" target="_"&gt;Are you evil?&lt;/a&gt; find out at &lt;a href="http://www.hilowitz.com" target="_"&gt;Hilowitz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-110620000181121227?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/110620000181121227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=110620000181121227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110620000181121227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110620000181121227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/01/evil-or-god.html' title='Evil or God !'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-110594398337792713</id><published>2005-01-17T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:01:46.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" href="http://www.haloscan.com/"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-110594398337792713?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/110594398337792713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=110594398337792713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110594398337792713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110594398337792713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/01/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-110567154246979337</id><published>2005-01-14T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:59:02.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y.O.G.A.: THE PATH OF YOGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://yogam.blogspot.com/2005/01/path-of-yoga.html"&gt;Y.O.G.A.: THE PATH OF YOGA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-110567154246979337?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/110567154246979337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=110567154246979337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110567154246979337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110567154246979337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/01/yoga-path-of-yoga.html' title='Y.O.G.A.: THE PATH OF YOGA'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10103899.post-110559064885001361</id><published>2005-01-13T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:15:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT</title><content type='html'>Live is perfect for everybody. It depends how some take it mentally and emotianally. For some, they stay in dimelights and for the others the sun is their playground. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HOW ABOUT YOURS ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10103899-110559064885001361?l=spyderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/feeds/110559064885001361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10103899&amp;postID=110559064885001361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110559064885001361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10103899/posts/default/110559064885001361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spyderz.blogspot.com/2005/01/perfect_110559064885001361.html' title='PERFECT'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
