<?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-8876554775209049616</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:51:07.399+01:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Kodak Z612'/><category term='Motivational Posters'/><category term='Sony Ericsson W850i'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Camping'/><category term='My Camera Clicks'/><category term='Switzerland'/><category term='Government'/><category term='My Thoughts'/><category term='Sony Cyber-shot DSC-H7'/><category term='Kavithai'/><category term='Lake District'/><category term='My Rants'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Mobile Phone'/><category term='Forwards'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='My Stupid Ideas'/><category term='Internet Junk'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Digital Camera'/><title type='text'>be frank &amp; honest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-4467922436369607170</id><published>2008-08-17T11:16:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:34:26.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Modus vivendi</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been feeling as if I am changing as a person. And I don’t feel that the changes in my character have been any good. When I was in Sri Lanka few months ago, I had a go at my parents and sisters, for something they did. Although I was right, I didn’t handle the whole thing well. So yeah! You could say that I screwed that up big time. From that day onwards I was feeling so down and miserable, thinking I had hurt my parents. Anyway it’s all sorted now. I had other things in my head, and I think, I took out my anger on them. I know it’s not fair on them. I did so many things that I wouldn’t have done If I had thought about it for few seconds. It’s not like me….&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this made me think, about how I used to take my life. Just to remind my self, what really LIFE means to me and how should I be living my life, I wrote these moral codes last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my list of codes &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are not a no-body. Somewhere someone will always think about you. For that person you are everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t be ashamed of you, your culture, your religion and your background&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are unique and one of a kind, don’t compare yourself with anyone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your life can be what you want it to be, so choose your own destiny. You might not achieve it…but at least you have tried&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take your life as it comes, day by day. Life is all about the present seconds…. So live, as these were your last few seconds in this world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take the time for your family and friends. Your presence is more important to your family than your presents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will make it through whatever comes along, the best way out is always going through&lt;br /&gt;Understand yourself and respect you…before you start judging others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have courage, be strong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not put limits on yourself, but don’t be greedy at the same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decisions are too important to leave to chance. Always consult both your Head and heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reach for your peak, your goal and you prize. So many dreams are waiting to be realized, go with your intuition but not at any cost. Only regrets you would have will be the ones you have never tried&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing wastes more energy than worrying, arguing, shouting, back stabbing at each other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The longer one carries a problem or a revange the heavier it gets, so don’t drag you problems, anger, revenge…let it go. And learn to forgive people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not take things too seriously, don’t get attached to materialism. Don’t get trapped under greed, lust, anger, attachment and ego&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the time comes everything has to go and everyone needs to say good bye. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember the friendship is an investment that you will never go bust&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life's treasure are people together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is never too late for a new beginning.Have heart, hope and happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best thing you can give your loved ones is not money but love itself. Remember that a little love and care, pleasant smile and cuddly words to a loved one goes a long way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say sorry when you are sorry…say you love them…when you really love them, if you missed someone, let them know, care about others not only friends and family…but the strangers as well…because if you care about them, they are not strangers anymore… remember these small things goes a long way…towards others and yours happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be frank and honest. But remember its not always good to speak your mind out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shed some tears when ought to, crying doesn’t make you weak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything happens for a good reason&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life sucks…if you are pessimistic, Life is a gift if you are optimistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;life is what happens to you while you are making future plans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never explain and swear yourself to anyone for anything…Because if they loves you and knows you well, then they wont need the explanation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might not follow it all the time. But I try my best. Some of the ideas are contradictory, but in its own perspective, it would have its own reason. If I was asked to come up with new codes for life, this is what I would come up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-4467922436369607170?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/4467922436369607170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=4467922436369607170' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/4467922436369607170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/4467922436369607170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/08/modus-vivendi.html' title='Modus vivendi'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-3799550090856626918</id><published>2008-08-12T22:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:13:50.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>Special Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olympic is the word in most people’s mouth these days and rightly so. People from all corners of the world proudly represent their own country and fight for the medals with passion and skill. For every single athlete participating is something special.&lt;br /&gt;But for one guy this Olympics is more than special in many ways. Yeah! You guessed it. Michael Phelps. What an athlete. I have followed him from Athens. He is going for 8 gold medals in this year’s version. Most people would be more than happy to get on that podium. But that’s not enough for him. I watched his 200 mm free style race this morning and he broke the world record on his way to his 3rd gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the reason I started talking about Olympics and Michael Phelps is that when I was watching him this morning I started wondering about his talent. When I was a kid, my Grand mum used to tell me that every person would have blessed with a special talent, or in some cases talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind started wondering about my special talent. Now the question is what do I have as a special talent? Whole day I was thinking about this. Finally just after I had my dinner, I realised. I haven’t got anything that’s useful at all. Ha ha LOL.&lt;br /&gt;May be I have a talent or may be I don’t have one, But if I have one, I have been able to spot it yet. May be I am one of those who, people call “late starter” (yeah right...dreaming on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile I gave up on me and started thinking about people around me. What do they have? And I couldn’t come up with anything significance for people around me. Other than I got people who are very good at gloating, gossiping, not to mention jealousy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe in what my grand mum said to me. But the problem is that only very few percentage of people would spot their own talent or their kid’s talent, and explore it. It’s almost like being at the right place at the right time. Unless a person tries everything in his lifetime he wouldn’t know whether he is any good at those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine that if I had a special talent in Ice-skating. I was bloody born in Sri Lanka, how the hell I would know whether I am good at it or not. Having a special talent isn’t enough. If you got something and if you sit at home, doing nothing, then you might as well not have the talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even specials talents needs spotting early and honed for future. Now I understand why parents send their kids to all the classes they could think of. Not because the next door neighbour’s kids going. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think only very few percentages of people spot their special talent early. And even out of those people, very rarely people maximise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of cricketers who do very well in under-19 world cups and tournaments and fade away from the scene as the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some with minimum amount special talent survive with their hard work, and some even gets to the top with sheer hard work with little bit of luck of course.&lt;br /&gt;I said luck because you got to be at the right place at the right time with the right talent. And right people behind you. Sometimes people need that extra push from luck after all.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to think! what you guys got… and if you think you can do something…just do it...and so at least you know that whether you are good at that or sucks.&lt;br /&gt;So when the day comes to quit …you can feel that you have given 100% of you for everything. No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only regrets you would have will be the ones you have never tried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it people and Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-3799550090856626918?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3799550090856626918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=3799550090856626918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3799550090856626918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3799550090856626918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-talent.html' title='Special Talent'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-7331824003592674784</id><published>2008-08-03T22:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:13:56.863+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony Cyber-shot DSC-H7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake District'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Camping - Lake District</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About 16 years ago I attended a National Jamboree as a scout and represented my School with pride. That was an awesome experience. After 15 days of official camping we stayed over for next 2 days just to have some fun. Over 2000 odd scout gathered and once they have left, the whole site is for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 13px; WIDTH: 400px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fakashclicks%2Falbumid%2F5230038352224068545%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #3964c2" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks/LakeDistrictCamping"&gt;View Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #3964c2" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/getEmbed"&gt;Get your own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this amazing camp fire on our last night. Dramas, Drinks, you name it and we had it. I can still remember every single day of those 17 days of camping. And to be honest with you I don’t have any contact with anyone of those school mates and town mates. When we left we were talking about, whether we could get together in future. And as school kids we promised each other that we will do that every year and no matter where we go we always keep contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone had told me that day that my next camping experience would be in a place called Cumbria which is more than 5000 miles away from home, I would have laughed and said no.&lt;br /&gt;Yes people. It did happen. After 16 years I went camping in a place called Lake District in Cumbria. Its not I don’t like camping, I love it, but the problem is finding bunch of guys with the same enthusiasm for camping.&lt;br /&gt;We had a blasting 5 days of camping. It was different. No ones looking after us. We are in control. I mean not all the time. Once my friends have finished few bottles of Martel, No one is under control.&lt;br /&gt;In those 5 days we had mountain biking, Trekking, Motor boating, Rowing, BBQ and plus driving around some of the beautiful places in UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you would have thought by the way I am writing, I had a good time. I haven’t laughed so much in a long time. And I am telling you, I needed that. Anyway I don’t want to bore you with all the little detail of the trip. The bottom line is that I had a good time and it reminded me of good old days.&lt;br /&gt;I have up loaded some pictures I took for you guys to enjoy. Plus I have loaded some of my Sri Lankan trip photos as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-7331824003592674784?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7331824003592674784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=7331824003592674784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/7331824003592674784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/7331824003592674784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-16-years-ago-i-attended-national.html' title='Camping - Lake District'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-747359571057155389</id><published>2008-07-14T15:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:36:54.620+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Stupid Ideas'/><title type='text'>Death __ _ _ _ _ _</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;____ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Sometime seems the sweetest option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title says it all. So I must warn you guys, if you are in a good mood then stop reading it now and get out while you can. If you want to feel miserable then go on and read it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;These days my mind is so corrupted that the feeling of killing my self is much more tempting than anything else in the world. It’s not like one single reason, but lots of small things adding up to fill my pot of problems. But the base where all the turbulence starts is the same. The worse part is that the longer these hang on your head, harder it becomes to live with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine that you have a dumb bell in your hand. And you are holding it straight with your arms stretched forward. It will be alright for awhile and in your mind you think that you can handle it. But as the time goes on the pain creeps in. But just think, if you want to do that for hours, days, and weeks. In the end you will breakdown no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;That’s why people say about taking a break and going holiday once in a while. It’s like putting the dumb bell down for few days and picking up again. But for me that option is no longer available.&lt;br /&gt;In the process, I am hurting the people, who love me more than anything else, my parents. I have tried for so many years not to. I have put up a fake face in front of those people. But slowly and surely I am losing the battle in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I am trying my hardest not to take my cover off. But sometimes the words comes out.  Especially when they say something that really hurts you.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I don’t make sense to most of the people who read this. Don’t worry. Because no one does. Even the people close to me don’t understand me. People close to me assume things. And one person who is close to me even told me I am loser in a subtle way. She is partly right. Or may be she is 100% right. So I take my hat off to her. Because atleast she is being honest with me. I guess most of the people I know think that way, but don’t tell me.  Probably scared of me LOL&lt;br /&gt;I don’t and never cared what other people think about me. But when it comes to my parents it does matter. I can’t be honest with them, because it will hurt them more than it does now.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have done things with my heart tied, just to make them happy. Somewhere down the line I know I am doing things for the wrong reason. But in my perspective I don’t have much more options.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Don’t think I am going to kill myself just yet ….although I feel like it. I am down but I hope I am not out. I will pick myself up and come up…&lt;br /&gt;I hope that point is soon rather than later. Because I don’t want to hurt others more because of my selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;Even now when I spoke to my parents, my mum is so worried that she says that according to my horoscope, Its very bad until November. So may be I might kill myself. Then atleast I can blame my horoscope for that. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is going to kill me, after reading this. So probably it makes it easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care guys…don’t feel sorry for me and don’t blame me for dumping all my problems on you…..&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing…because I don’t like to share with the people I know…&lt;br /&gt;So just writing it out makes me feel as though I have spoken to someone…&lt;br /&gt;I hope it makes me slightly relived…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later if I am still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Akash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-747359571057155389?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/747359571057155389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=747359571057155389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/747359571057155389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/747359571057155389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/07/death.html' title='Death __ _ _ _ _ _'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-7771952359839587716</id><published>2008-06-08T21:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:07:23.872+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony Cyber-shot DSC-H7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Camera Clicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Camera'/><title type='text'>Dark Side of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks/People/photo#5230228909217740642"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/akashclicks/SJWBe2Pm92I/AAAAAAAAA6g/sk7oXBRlgHw/s400/Pravinn.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks/People"&gt;People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-7771952359839587716?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7771952359839587716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=7771952359839587716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/7771952359839587716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/7771952359839587716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/06/dark-side-of-life.html' title='Dark Side of Life'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/akashclicks/SJWBe2Pm92I/AAAAAAAAA6g/sk7oXBRlgHw/s72-c/Pravinn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-7623919330621376872</id><published>2008-06-01T16:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:08:45.317+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony Cyber-shot DSC-H7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Camera Clicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational Posters'/><title type='text'>Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks/MotivationalPosters/photo#5206928065404426402"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/akashclicks/SEK5fO1xWKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/hKGEXhKvZWU/s400/its%20all%20about%20Character.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks/MotivationalPosters"&gt;Motivational ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-7623919330621376872?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/7623919330621376872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=7623919330621376872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/7623919330621376872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/7623919330621376872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/06/character.html' title='Character'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/akashclicks/SEK5fO1xWKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/hKGEXhKvZWU/s72-c/its%20all%20about%20Character.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-42762684525868401</id><published>2008-03-01T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:29:33.551Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>அம்மா</title><content type='html'>Mothers Day Special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R78JAewS3zI/AAAAAAAAAsE/wldSc1jiCic/s1600-h/mother_child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169860801104895794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R78JAewS3zI/AAAAAAAAAsE/wldSc1jiCic/s400/mother_child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;தெய்வமே&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;எந்த கவிஞனையும் வென்று விடுவேன் என்ற ஆணவம் எனக்கு.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;அம்மா&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; என்ற மூன்று எழுத்தில், நீ எழுதிய கவிதையை காணும் வரை&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you mum......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and for all the mums in the world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Mothers Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Found these2 great proverbs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Irish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jewish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-42762684525868401?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/42762684525868401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=42762684525868401' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/42762684525868401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/42762684525868401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='&lt;em&gt;அம்மா&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R78JAewS3zI/AAAAAAAAAsE/wldSc1jiCic/s72-c/mother_child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-6392733114730491235</id><published>2008-02-25T20:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:03:30.966Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>சேலை கட்டும் பெண்ணே...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R8MtEewS35I/AAAAAAAAAs0/U7y3xbs7NRQ/s1600-h/Tamil_Telu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171026352149815186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R8MtEewS35I/AAAAAAAAAs0/U7y3xbs7NRQ/s320/Tamil_Telu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;நீ சேலை கட்டும் அழகை பார்த்து - வெட்கத்தாள்&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;சேலையும் தான் நழுவுகிறது - ஆனால்&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;விலகிய என்னை மட்டும் குற்றம் சொல்கிறாயே&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;இப்போது நழுவி என்ன பயன் - நான் &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;அப்போதே உன் சேலை மடிப்பில் மனதை துளைத்து விட்டேன்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-6392733114730491235?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/6392733114730491235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=6392733114730491235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/6392733114730491235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/6392733114730491235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='&lt;em&gt;சேலை கட்டும் பெண்ணே...&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R8MtEewS35I/AAAAAAAAAs0/U7y3xbs7NRQ/s72-c/Tamil_Telu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-8340799876449459945</id><published>2008-02-23T17:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:46:15.155Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>அவள்</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R8Bbb-wS34I/AAAAAAAAAss/Z0MvnnW1k6g/s1600-h/Bheema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170232908481486722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R8Bbb-wS34I/AAAAAAAAAss/Z0MvnnW1k6g/s320/Bheema.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;வார்த்தைகள் நிறைந்த உன் உதடுகள்&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;மெளனமாக இருக்கும் போது..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;உன் கண்கள் மட்டும் ஏன்னடி&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;என்னை கவிதை சொல்லி கவர்கிறது.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;பச்சை கொடி பார்த்து உன் அருகில் வந்தாள்&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;பத்தியம் சொல்லி விலகுகிராயெ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-8340799876449459945?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/8340799876449459945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=8340799876449459945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/8340799876449459945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/8340799876449459945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_23.html' title='அவள்'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R8Bbb-wS34I/AAAAAAAAAss/Z0MvnnW1k6g/s72-c/Bheema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-5760894476662374950</id><published>2008-02-18T14:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:50:16.505Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Camera Clicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Camera'/><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks"&gt;The World Through My eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks/Nature/photo#5165861413458206226"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/akashclicks/R7DTlewS3hI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Z_iW2VVtPBk/s400/Sun%20Set.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks/Nature"&gt;Nature&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked this one afternoon in a park near Gatwick Airport(UK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-5760894476662374950?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/5760894476662374950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=5760894476662374950' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/5760894476662374950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/5760894476662374950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-6881486358585409655</id><published>2008-02-16T10:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:54:31.454Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Camera Clicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Camera'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The World Through My eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks/People/photo#5167526817092001394"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/akashclicks/R7a-QuwS3nI/AAAAAAAAApE/rSKOlfm1biM/s400/Ice%20Cream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/akashclicks/People"&gt;People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture few years ago with my Nikon 2MP camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-6881486358585409655?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/6881486358585409655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=6881486358585409655' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/6881486358585409655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/6881486358585409655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/02/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-1460743368343025790</id><published>2008-02-14T22:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:44:07.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Fights between Couples</title><content type='html'>From child hood one thing I hate is fighting and arguing. Especially with people I know like family and friends. And it really upsets me when people shout and argue in between them. In the last few years I have seen more than few couples fighting. It hurts when someone very close to you shouts and trys to kill each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents never fought, I mean not badly. When one person says something with anger other person just listens, I have not seen them going all out at each other so far. I had the opportunity of living with few couples who fought for different reasons and some couples who didn’t go through a day without some conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;Even an innocent question was answered like WHAT?. Depending on other person’s mood.&lt;br /&gt;In most of the couples, I have not seen them hugging or a caring touch, etc. I am not telling that they should be down each other’s throat every minute. But some sort of affection. I cant stop but think that they are just like robots programmed to be couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couples, married and unmarried, argue for silly things all the time. People get angry all the time. Every couple fights. Every couple have situations where they don’t agree. But end of the day, what they have to realise is that they are still alive. And they got each other. There is nothing serious as their own life and happiness. For god’s sake, if no one has died, for me there is nothing to fight about.&lt;br /&gt;People are different; every one has their own ideas, theories and annoying habits etc. But end of the day we are humans and every one is different. If a person can’t see through those silly things for the sake of their relationship, then they should go and live in a closed room without anyone interfering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that when people fight they are so into proving or disproving who is right and wrong…they forget about one thing…your life is only happy as much as your partner is …end of the day what are you going to achieve by making your partner unhappy and miserable, just so that you can make your point proved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have no idea what they think when they are shouting at each other and tell words that they will regret later…I hope if and when I marry someone I would not turn into one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to be perfect. Every one got their own problems, etc…but we got to prioritise things in our life. What is important and what’s not.&lt;br /&gt;What’s important…&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that him forgetting to buy one of the things in your list…more important than you’re overall happiness…&lt;br /&gt;She screwed up cooking oneday…so what…its not end of the world. She didnt do that purposefully, did she.&lt;br /&gt;And some people don’t like being advised by their partner, they think that other person is trying to control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you love someone then I am sure you can ignore these silly things and see the bigger picture..&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying in Tamil which goes like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" வேண்டா பொண்டாடி கை பட்டாலும் குற்றம் கால் பட்டாலும் குற்றம்"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if a person wants to pick a fight, then they can come up with millions of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to video tape some of the fights I have seen in the past, and play that to the same people in about week’s time. Make them realise how ugly it looks from outside. I am not saying that everyone could/should go through without arguments and disagreements…but good conflict resolution is the backbone of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;So what is important is how you fight and how quickly you drop it.&lt;br /&gt;Because first day it’s a silly argument. Second day, it becomes a game where you don’t want to lose. Third day it will be a prestige problem for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;You will keep account of wrongs, hurts and miss steps by other person. Now you care about your pride, power like who’s the boss…instead of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen people sleeping in different rooms after fights. Even going out of the house for the night.&lt;br /&gt;The great kannathasan wrote in one of his books…that after every argument you should make love…he said those in a polite way. (I know what you guys are thinking…don’t start a fight just for that…lol)&lt;br /&gt;The reason he said that, is that then you wake up next day as real couple …not in different beds….&lt;br /&gt;End of the day it comes down to how much you love your partner. It’s simple, but yet people make it so complicated…&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone knows what I am talking about and knows what’s the problem is…so I am not going to rant anymore…but just to conclude the post, I have copied an article I read long time back.&lt;br /&gt;Group of 4 to 8 year olds, were asked “ what does love means?”&lt;br /&gt;The answers were very deep and thoughtful for the age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~ Rebecca - age 8&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."&lt;br /&gt;~ Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;~ Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;~ Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;br /&gt;~ Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;~ Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;br /&gt;~ Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."&lt;br /&gt;~ Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~ Nikka - age 6&lt;br /&gt;(We need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~ Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;~ Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."&lt;br /&gt;~ Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody, You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."&lt;br /&gt;~ Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;~ Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."&lt;br /&gt;~ Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."&lt;br /&gt;~ Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;~ Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)&lt;br /&gt;~ Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~ Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."&lt;br /&gt;~ Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all the ranting.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Valentines Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-1460743368343025790?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1460743368343025790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=1460743368343025790' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1460743368343025790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1460743368343025790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/02/fights-between-couples.html' title='Fights between Couples'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-8109509905791090103</id><published>2008-02-10T11:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:08:08.465Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>முதல் முத்தம்</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R67YYOwS3fI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Kjd0SndWNgI/s1600-h/1961914887_9229ac4594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165303733429657074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R67YYOwS3fI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Kjd0SndWNgI/s320/1961914887_9229ac4594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;உள்ளம் பட பட என்று திண்டாட&lt;br /&gt;கண்கள் ஒன்றோடு ஓன்று பேசிக்கொள்ளா&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அவன் விரல்கள் கூந்தலில் தொலைய&lt;br /&gt;வெக்கத்தாள் அவள் கண்கள் மூடி கொள்ள&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;அவர்களது இதயங்கள் உறவாட&lt;br /&gt;உதடுகள் மெய்மறந்து உரச&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;காதள் . . . .&lt;br /&gt;உள்ளங்கலை பறிமாரிக்கொண்டது&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-8109509905791090103?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/8109509905791090103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=8109509905791090103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/8109509905791090103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/8109509905791090103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='முதல் முத்தம்'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/R67YYOwS3fI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Kjd0SndWNgI/s72-c/1961914887_9229ac4594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-1638317289225337220</id><published>2008-01-07T14:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:32:14.442Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I miss them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My parents went back to Sri Lanka on Saturday, after spending almost 6 months with me here in UK. That’s one of the reason I don’t write here that often these days. I feel like going to Sri Lanka right now. If I can get a 2 weeks holiday, I would go right now. I miss them a lot already. As they say, nothing comes even close to your own home and your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried like a baby uncontrollably at the Airport….I couldn’t stop it…When I think of it now, it makes me and angry &amp;amp; laugh. Not because I cried, because its not a new thing…but I cried in front of lots of people…well…who cares about other people anyway….But it makes me angry because I hurt my parents. I shouldnt have cried infront of them. I should have pretended like i am having a good time here...Sometimes i do wonder whats wrong with my head.....probably a virus...&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether you guys feet it…. sometimes you are in a party or with lots of people around you…still you feel very lonely and the last place that you want to be in this world is that…and yet sometimes you are alone and you feel that you have some of your loved ones with you…. you wont feel alone. That’s how I feel most of the time. It’s amazing how Life can swing from one corner to another, and the worst part is most of the time you have no control at all. I know lots of Sri lankans and lots of family members. I do have some friends as well. But people here are different. Over time…people here evolve and change I guess. Probably not in a bad way…its human character …to change and adapt to the environment they live in. But for me…something is missing here.&lt;br /&gt;Things happen in your life that will change the course of our life path… sometimes for good and sometimes for bad…that’s life I guess. As I write this one part of my brain shouts at me “ stop mourning! You idiot…and get on with your life…you moron…”&lt;br /&gt;My father used to work in a Middle East country for about 13/14 years. He worked for a MOD company. He used to come home on vacation every 6 months. Now I know how he would have felt living alone without his kids and wife.&lt;br /&gt;When you are down, you can just go and visit a friend or a family or even a place where you grew up with lots of happy memories if you’re in Sri Lanka. But here most of the time people don’t even answer their phone…because they are too busy with their work…&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people do shift work…and when you are not working they are probably working…. and vice versa…&lt;br /&gt;You need a person you can rely on with your life…. I had few in Sri Lanka, friends and parents…ok fair enough…there are my own sisters…or relatives. Out of all you have the right to ask something only if they are your parents and ofcourse your partner. You can rely and call them and ask them to do something or even for a chitchat…with full rights. Others you don’t have the right to expect anything. All you can do is ask….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country they say you can buy anything. But as most of the people, I don’t agree. Its true what they say about the house…. money can buy you a nice house…but not home…. so on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are probably millions of people, who would love to be in my shoes. I shouldn’t complain, but end of the day, what counts is whether I am happy. I used to think that people should do what their heart says to do. But now I have learnt that people should do what right for the loved ones around you. You should still follow your heart…but without hurting others.&lt;br /&gt;Even now I can just go back home. But I have to make my parents happy…although money is not everything …it goes along way towards making other people happy although you are not …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting and mourning….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream what you want to dream…&lt;br /&gt;Go where you want to go…&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want to do…&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;Not at any cost….&lt;br /&gt;Although you wont have a second life…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum &amp;amp; Dad......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry and I love you more than anything in this world.....&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TC people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-1638317289225337220?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1638317289225337220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=1638317289225337220' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1638317289225337220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1638317289225337220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-them.html' title='I miss them'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-1196028815397371081</id><published>2007-11-10T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:38:59.179Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s great when everything goes well. You will have all the faith in the world and you will have the motivation to do anything you want and you will love and care about anyone, anywhere. All because of one important thing called HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say people can survive without food and water for so many days, that’s when they have hope. But without that they will crumble like egg shells.&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to live life to the full when you are on high, but life really begins when you have hit rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;In the past whenever I saw people who are very down and heartbroken, because of various reasons, I would always thought to myself that they are overreacting. Because people have priorities in their life. Someone’s number one wouldn’t even come in someone else top 10.&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand. Even a small thing in life, can make a huge difference. This is why someone gives up. I always thought of people who kill themselves, as idiots who don’t have the spine to stand up and face their problems and fears.&lt;br /&gt;But I now know it’s easier said than done. I think the problem with people is that when they are really down, most of the people don’t have anything in life to hang on. If a person loses a child, he would die if he did not have another child or a chance to have a no other child or their partner. If he does not have anything like that, he would feel hopeless and that would be it. If I did not have my parents and have the responsibility to look after them..i would have gave up long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;But then again all this applies to people who get attached to people. Some people are like robots and no emotions and treat others like things. But when you live like that, the hardest part is that you are living against your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-1196028815397371081?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1196028815397371081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=1196028815397371081' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1196028815397371081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1196028815397371081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/11/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-2289142357017333799</id><published>2007-08-04T20:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:37:35.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Camera Clicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Switzerland'/><title type='text'>My Trip To Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; my new hobby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s been long time since my last post. If someone came and got disappointed( I doubt it), I am sorry. As usual I am so lazy, last thing I want to do after work is to switch my laptop on to write about my boring life. Someone very close to me said last week that its very depressing talking to me. So I dont want that to happen to my readers, do I. The last month went so fast, by the time I got used to writing the number 7 for the month, it is 8th of the year already. Anyway lastweek I had the opportunity to fullfill one of my childhood dreams. I am not talking about retiring early in my late thirties. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my ultimate dream to retire as soon as possible. This one was visiting Switzerland. I don’t know why I had this, may be every one kept saying it’s a beautiful country. Or may be because its famous for chocolates. Not that I am into chocolates, but I always I had this idea of going to Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So myself, my 2 cousins and a friend went on a 3 days break to Switzerland last weekend. It was awesome. Guys I am telling you, if you have a chance to visit this place, dont miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the imagination I had about Switzerland from the pictures I have seen, just came alive. We had a blast of a time. I will write about my trip in details in coming weeks. I took loads of pictures. Believe it or not between us we took a staggering 600 photos. Like most of the guys, I jump from one hobby to another. Every season I will start something new and it will be in full flow for few months and once I get bored it will soon fade away. So these days I am into photography, and want to share all the crap I take with my camera. So I have started a blog for my pictures called “&lt;a href="http://my-camera-clicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Camera Clicks&lt;/a&gt;”. I have loaded some of my pictures into Picasa and Flickr. Please check it out and let me know what you guys think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to change the template so that the header picture changes randomly. After so much trouble ( must be a few lines of codes for someone who knows HTML codes ) Atlast i managed to do it. But it does not change like a slide show, It changes everytime the page is refreshed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Take care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-2289142357017333799?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2289142357017333799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=2289142357017333799' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/2289142357017333799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/2289142357017333799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/08/my.html' title='My Trip To Paradise'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-1496709825899123146</id><published>2007-06-30T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:35:30.314+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Camera Clicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony Ericsson W850i'/><title type='text'>be cooool............like a Duck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/RobJT6iTyaI/AAAAAAAAALg/x-cMQzDlmGs/s1600-h/Ducks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081970573502040482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/RobJT6iTyaI/AAAAAAAAALg/x-cMQzDlmGs/s400/Ducks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this one with my Sony Ericsson w850i mobile phone. It got a 2 Mp camera with no focus. Considering that the picture came out really good. The picture was taken in Richmond Park near Kingston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In difficult times behave like a duck&lt;br /&gt;Keep calm &amp;amp; unruffled on the surface&lt;br /&gt;But keep paddling away like crazy underneath"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;by unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-1496709825899123146?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1496709825899123146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=1496709825899123146' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1496709825899123146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1496709825899123146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-calm.html' title='be cooool............like a Duck...'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/RobJT6iTyaI/AAAAAAAAALg/x-cMQzDlmGs/s72-c/Ducks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-3764852906901713359</id><published>2007-06-27T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:52:08.481+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Mad at someone….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Forgive them or ignore them for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my theory. Call me stupid, call me a tomfool, call me soft...call me whatever crosses your mind…. but this is me. I am sure some of the people agree with me… But again I seldom get angry. I don’t normally argue with people (it does not mean that I am a walkover).&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s hard to forgive someone (if you are really mad). It’s easier said than done. But common guys it is not impossible, is It.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine if you are going out on a date. And if you really like her/him and if that person did something, which made you really angry, I bet you would say…."its ok- no problem…anyone could have done that”. And if that were someone else like your friends, family members or even some stranger, then you would go all nuts. Why? Because you like this person and trying to impress…so you are ignoring the bad things...&lt;br /&gt;At home my family got this annoying habit (I guess most of the people are like that). For them it’s not a big deal and its normal for them. But it does get on my nerves. I am not talking about serious stuff...but silly things like.&lt;br /&gt;If someone has done something wrong, they will have a go at them or say something. Ok fair enough. But the annoying thing is that they will keep on talking about it for hours if not days. Dragging it all day along. It would die down for a while and then after few minutes, someone will go “I told you..” …Here we go again…. same thing…and the person will start his/her defence argument… No one wants to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;If someone makes you mad and angry, by doing something wrong…. there could be (only) 2 reasons…. One, it might be a mistake…or its done intentionally…. My theory is that if it’s a mistake…you got to forgive the person…as no one is perfect and everyone makes mistake… Or if it’s done deliberately…just ignore…. because its no point arguing and fighting with a person, who has done deliberately to hurt you or to annoy you…he does not care about you…. so why are you wasting your breath…. If its my own sister or mother or father or anyone from my family…they wouldn’t do anything deliberately, so it’s a mistake…so you got to forgive them and carry on…its not end of the world. Is it…they drag the problem forever… Some times…someone we love or care…will have annoying habits….they will do that once in a while…they cant help it….if that’s the case we need to just ignore them…. Because we need to love other people specially family and friends for whom they are…not trying to change the way they live…. and whom you want them to be…then you are loving a person of your mirror image…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;நீ இப்படி இருந்தாள் தான், நான் உன்னோடு கதைப்பேன், நேசிப்பேன் பாசமாக இருப்பேன் என்றாள்...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then your love and care is conditional…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its human nature. They can’t seems to change. But whatever they do or tell or even if they argue for silly things all day along…. I love them to bits…. they are my life…parents, sisters and my BILs and their kids…without them I wouldn’t be here at this juncture of my life.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;எதும் எதிர்பார்க்காமல்&lt;br /&gt;எந்த நிபந்தனையும் போடாமல்&lt;br /&gt;நாடு, மதம், வயது&lt;br /&gt;ஆணா, பெண்ணா&lt;br /&gt;ஒண்ணும் அறியாமல்&lt;br /&gt;பாசமாக பேசி&lt;br /&gt;அன்பு காட்டுவது தான்&lt;br /&gt;உண்மையான பாசம், நட்பு, காதல்.....என் கண்ணில்&lt;br /&gt;அப்படி தான் நான்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people like those I will do anything…May be that’s my weakness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;மண உணர்ச்சிகள் சிருகதை என்றாள்&lt;br /&gt;நம் உறவுகள் ஒரு தொடர்கதை&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Emotions are like short stories; Family and Friends are like soap opera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-3764852906901713359?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3764852906901713359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=3764852906901713359' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3764852906901713359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3764852906901713359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/06/mad-at-someone.html' title='Mad at someone….'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-2917401655948784121</id><published>2007-06-23T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:54:14.704+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Blue Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/Rn1s5H2s2gI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TDPSNqExmFs/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079335683360610818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/Rn1s5H2s2gI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TDPSNqExmFs/s400/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our lives are not as simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they used to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where we both are&lt;br /&gt;What we both do&lt;br /&gt;We are always with each other&lt;br /&gt;All day along &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;With our&lt;br /&gt;Sniggerings &amp; silly talks&lt;br /&gt;Warm hugs &amp;amp; caring kisses&lt;br /&gt;Friendly fights &amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;childish arguments&lt;br /&gt;We are always&lt;br /&gt;On our minds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In our hearts&lt;br /&gt;With our own special place&lt;br /&gt;Sharing our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Which will come true oneday&lt;br /&gt;Times we spend together&lt;br /&gt;Although not as frequent&lt;br /&gt;As we would like&lt;br /&gt;Changed us from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, mine, me to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We ours , us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-2917401655948784121?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2917401655948784121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=2917401655948784121' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/2917401655948784121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/2917401655948784121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/06/blue-rose.html' title='A Blue Rose'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/Rn1s5H2s2gI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TDPSNqExmFs/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-3430843881716301862</id><published>2007-06-19T21:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:14:56.402+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Camera Clicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodak Z612'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Camera'/><title type='text'>Testing Slide Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-d3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158265685715&amp;amp;site=widget-d3.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=11&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=504403158265685715&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d3.slide.com/p1/504403158265685715/bb_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;amp;tt=11&amp;sk=0&amp;amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=504403158265685715&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d3.slide.com/p2/504403158265685715/bb_t011_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-3430843881716301862?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3430843881716301862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=3430843881716301862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3430843881716301862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3430843881716301862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/06/testing-slide-show.html' title='Testing Slide Show'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-2782748475133899228</id><published>2007-06-17T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:56:04.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>காதல் கல்லறை</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/FranknHonest/MyCameraClicks/photo#5070077170032554194"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/FranknHonest/RlyIUt-bsNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z8rlGZK8T44/s144/DSCN0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;உன்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;பாசத்தாள்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;நீ சிரித்து சிரித்து&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;என் இதயத்தில்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;செதுக்கிய காதல்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;என் &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;கண்ணீராள் &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;கரையும்&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;என்று நினைத்தாயா&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;இல்லை&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ஓடும் நாட்களில் தேயும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;என்று நினைத்தாயா&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;இல்லையம்மா இல்லையம்மா&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;அது என் கல்லரறைக்காக செதுக்கப்பட்டது&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-2782748475133899228?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/2782748475133899228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=2782748475133899228' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/2782748475133899228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/2782748475133899228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='காதல் கல்லறை'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-5727242347269247538</id><published>2007-06-14T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:32:33.584+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobile Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Stupid Ideas'/><title type='text'>Mobile Phone Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last my internet connection is up and running. These big companies they don’t give a damn about the customers. Anyway I have been trying this idea for some time, which crossed my mind one night. Last night it worked and I was over the moon. If you got a mobile phone and if you can write a new text message, even you can try yourself. It might not work first time but don’t give up. When it works you will be surprised to find out the truth. If you got a Nokia phone it will give you all the advice you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be patient and follow the instruction carefully for this program to work&lt;br /&gt;Please follow the instruction given bellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to&lt;/strong&gt; Messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Select&lt;/strong&gt; Write new messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 4, 3 times (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press #, 1 time (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 2, 1 time (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 6, 1 time (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press #, 1 time (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 7, 4 times (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 6, 3 times (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press #, 1 time (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 7, 4 times (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 8, 1 time (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 8, 2 times (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 7, 1 time (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 4, 3 times (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;Press 3, 1 time (press quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it works you will applaud me….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please guys let me know what you think and any suggestion to improve the program&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-5727242347269247538?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/5727242347269247538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=5727242347269247538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/5727242347269247538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/5727242347269247538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/06/mobile-phone-magic.html' title='Mobile Phone Magic'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-3304907646166772579</id><published>2007-06-09T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:31:43.553+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Donate yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the last 7/8 days the TV channels are not working at home. And the worst part is the internet is down as well. As everything was supplied by Virgin media including the phone line. But today I am picking up a wireless connection from the next door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a new thing few days ago. I went to the hospital to see my friend’s wife who gave birth to a lovely girl few days ago. While I was sitting there, I saw this poster asking to donate organs. I always thought that you can decide only after if you are sure that your going to die. But no, you can decide and register yourself to be an organ donor. And even you can choose what you are going to donate. Whether part of it or everything. I always wanted to give blood. But I am so thin; they will probably pump some blood into my body if I go there to donate blood. But organ donation. I can donate, even with my skinny body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I registered myself to give everything. Today they have sent me a donor card, which I should carry all the time. So if something happens to me and die, they have the right to take the organs.&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago one of my friends mother died, because she didn’t have the right organ donor. I think it was something to do with her blood group being different.&lt;br /&gt;When we die that’s the least we can do to this world. What we are going to do with the organs….by taking to our grave…..nothing… So think and do something good ....&lt;br /&gt;And I am sure most of the countries would have something like this. So people think about it….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people in UK, if you want to know more about it. &lt;a href="http://www.uktransplant.org.uk/ukt/how_to_become_a_donor/how_to_become_a_donor.jsp"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting in the waiting area, I spotted something and took a picture with my phone. When I saw i was shocked. But soon realised that it is not sex ambulance, but it is Sussex...a county in UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/FranknHonest/BeFrankHonest/photo?authkey=ICJZ3uJGF5A#5074197369171270050"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/FranknHonest/Rmsrn32s2aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/tZXBmu8rpmk/s400/Sussex.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-3304907646166772579?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3304907646166772579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=3304907646166772579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3304907646166772579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3304907646166772579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/06/donate-yourself.html' title='Donate yourself'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-1094988979289575133</id><published>2007-05-31T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:09:06.946+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>மனம் ஒரு குரங்கு</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;அந்நிய பெண்ணே...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;மனம் ஒரு குரங்கு&lt;br /&gt;என்று சொல்வார்களே&lt;br /&gt;அனால்&lt;br /&gt;என் மனம் மட்டும்&lt;br /&gt;உன்னை விட்டு தாவாமல்&lt;br /&gt;தவிக்கிறதே&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;எதனால்&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-1094988979289575133?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1094988979289575133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=1094988979289575133' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1094988979289575133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1094988979289575133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_31.html' title='மனம் ஒரு குரங்கு'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-9013355600159509572</id><published>2007-05-29T20:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:08:43.977+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet Junk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Government Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/FranknHonest/BeFrankHonest/photo?authkey=ICJZ3uJGF5A#5070051662221783122"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/FranknHonest/RlxxH9-bsFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bo6WdPBS0ik/s400/GovernmentLogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/FranknHonest/BeFrankHonest?authkey=ICJZ3uJGF5A"&gt;Be Frank &amp;amp; Ho...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I got this as a forward today from a Sri lankan friend. You might have seen this before. This is perfect for our government logo in Sri lanka. Whoever came up with this idea...is a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-9013355600159509572?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/9013355600159509572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=9013355600159509572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/9013355600159509572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/9013355600159509572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/05/government-policy.html' title='Government Policy'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-1581199937807748237</id><published>2007-05-28T21:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:30:22.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Listen to your heart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just came back from the A&amp;E. My cousin had chest pain so I took him this morning and came back about 7 in the afternoon. I spent most of the day sitting there, watching sick people.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while my cousin went in, I started talking to a French guy in his late 40s. He told me that he was going to go Friday morning to France, because he was missing his wife and the kids. He said that he got up Thursday morning and he felt like going home, so he booked the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately for him, his friends talked him out of it to stay, saying that they would join him if he goes next month. So he stayed. This morning he had a chest pain. Our conversation turned to French wine.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he had an attack and fit, before I know he is down on the floor....&lt;br /&gt;They took him in and started treating. The problem was he did not have any past medical records...After few hours, one of the nurses told me that he passed away. I felt really weird and sad.&lt;br /&gt;This made me think that our life is short and time is limited. If he had gone to France, like he planned. He would have been fine... may be who knows. Even if he had had this attack at his place and died...he would have seen his wife and children. Something deep down told him to go. But he listened to friends.&lt;br /&gt;Life is short so don't waste it living someone else's life. People normally get trapped by others thinking, opinions, ideas etc. I am not saying that you shouldn't listen to anyone. But you got to be picky and sensible. Because every one is ready to give advice…its like people-watching cricket, they might not have played any cricket at all, but they will blame the team for electing to bat first.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the noise of others' opinions; advice, views etc drown out your inner voice from deep down. Most importantly you should have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow know what you truly want to choose and become.&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile you life will be at cross roads. The future will depend on which path you choose. Of course you can always turn back and choose another one if you made a mistake. But you can’t turn the clock and catch up the years gone by.&lt;br /&gt;You got to go with the flow of your heart. Its like my mother called me and asked me whether I am ok one day...out of the blue. I was vomiting and had a fever. I asked her whether my sister has told her. But she said no I got up this morning and felt like I want to talk to you. People will think its just coincidence.... but no. There is something in our heart deep down.&lt;br /&gt;So you can consider all the advice from the people, but the decision is yours. Of course sometime you will screw up big time going with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Because life is like that….you win some and you lose some. Without losing, you can't enjoy and know the worth of winning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express from your heart...&lt;br /&gt;Do what your heart wants you to do...&lt;br /&gt;Be who you are….not what others want you to be...&lt;br /&gt;Be truthful to your heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-1581199937807748237?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/1581199937807748237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=1581199937807748237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1581199937807748237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/1581199937807748237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/05/listen-to-your-heart.html' title='Listen to your heart....'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-3697948178329408471</id><published>2007-05-25T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:06:31.907+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet Junk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>This one for the Girls</title><content type='html'>Listen Girls......&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be jealous at Girls on TV ads….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the boys ….&lt;br /&gt;No wonder girls look beautiful…don’t be fooled by the make up guys….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="335" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5fKxNC7eMUQFs3rJz"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5fKxNC7eMUQFs3rJz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xhly5_dove-evolution-ad"&gt;Dove Evolution Ad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/pezhammer"&gt;pezhammer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-3697948178329408471?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/3697948178329408471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=3697948178329408471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3697948178329408471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/3697948178329408471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-one-for-girls.html' title='This one for the Girls'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-318944172916575080</id><published>2007-05-24T20:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:05:56.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>காத்திருக்கும் கிறுக்கன்</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/FranknHonest/BeFrankHonest/photo?authkey=ICJZ3uJGF5A#5069718076406870082"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/FranknHonest/RltBut-bsEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cRDGYO6Za5M/s288/eye-crying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/FranknHonest/BeFrankHonest?authkey=ICJZ3uJGF5A"&gt;Be Frank &amp;amp; Ho...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;em&gt;என்&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;உதடுகள் உழற&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;கண்ணம் தலையணை நனைக்க&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;மனம் உடைந்து&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;காத்திருந்தேன் அவளுக்காக.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;அது காதலா&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;இல்லை ம்டமையா&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;தெரியவில்லை&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-318944172916575080?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/318944172916575080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=318944172916575080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/318944172916575080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/318944172916575080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_25.html' title='காத்திருக்கும் கிறுக்கன்'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-4968250065440773255</id><published>2007-05-19T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:05:33.219+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>ஓரு மனதின் சுயசரிதை</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/Rk7-2d-brsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TlYlwDuvtDk/s1600-h/man_crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066266842551267010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/Rk7-2d-brsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TlYlwDuvtDk/s320/man_crying.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;என்&lt;br /&gt;உள்ளம் அழுகிறது&lt;br /&gt;உதடுகள் சிரிகிறது&lt;br /&gt;யாருக்காக இந்த வேடம்&lt;br /&gt;புரியவில்லை&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-4968250065440773255?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/4968250065440773255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=4968250065440773255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/4968250065440773255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/4968250065440773255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='ஓரு மனதின் சுயசரிதை'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/Rk7-2d-brsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TlYlwDuvtDk/s72-c/man_crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876554775209049616.post-9210329832214084191</id><published>2007-05-18T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:29:29.089+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>This is my second innings on blogging. I was here for a good one year last time around, but this time, I am not going to promise, that I am going to be here for good, as life is too short to make promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a number one person but no…I am not number one in all the things I do…but that does not mean that I am a loser. Yes, it would be very nice if I can be number one in some of the things I do….but what makes me more happy is that, the satisfaction I get when I give my 200% commitment on everything I do. Even it is a failure.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to make most out of everything that life has to offer and take things easily as I can. As for me everything happens for a good reason. So once its over, it’s over for good, as we can’t turn the clock back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks…if you are pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift if you are optimistic…choice is ours…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t plan anything for future seriously, as life is what happens to us while, we are making future plans.&lt;br /&gt;My life is all about the battle between my heart and my brain. Mostly my heart wins. As most of the decision I take comes from my heart not with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, sometimes I do screw up big time. Hey that’s life, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never explain and swear myself to anyone for anything…Because if they loves me and knows me well, then they wont need the explanation….If they don’t like me…then I don’t care what they think..&lt;br /&gt;Even If I care, they won’t believe me…..so why bother….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I easily trust and believe everyone, because I don’t mind getting betrayed by others for trusting them. I would rather get betrayed by 99% of the people I trust than hurting a genuine person for not trusting him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was born, lot of people would have been happy and laughing…and I was crying (guessing)&lt;br /&gt;When I die…I want to die smiling and happily …and If 90% of the people I know, would cry and miss me ….then I would regard my life a successful one…&lt;br /&gt;All I want is people to remember me as a very good caring person….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do……..&lt;br /&gt;you cant change yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;you cant predict tomorrow….&lt;br /&gt;So life is all about the present seconds….So live as this is your last few seconds in this world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;These are a Stranger's Scribbles.....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876554775209049616-9210329832214084191?l=franknhonest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/feeds/9210329832214084191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876554775209049616&amp;postID=9210329832214084191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/9210329832214084191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876554775209049616/posts/default/9210329832214084191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franknhonest.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763619918700354778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TJDfFMof3Fo/SJ4R6fvaSdI/AAAAAAAABBo/k5zd6yrsoD4/s1600-R/Pravinn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
