<?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-7368956864506150484</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:04:14.931+05:30</updated><category term='Diwali'/><category term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Sweet Sugar AArthi</title><subtitle type='html'>Ya!!!!!!You Have Found Her!!!!!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-7828707600039118581</id><published>2008-07-14T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:16.495+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to be Happy - My FOrmula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/SHsswnBvudI/AAAAAAAAALU/aRERJiLQKxY/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222817406487869906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/SHsswnBvudI/AAAAAAAAALU/aRERJiLQKxY/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is it difficult to be happy sometimes inspite of having all of the world's riches? Why do we feel inferior even while having many certifications, and getting frequent appreciations from our colleagues and friends?&lt;br /&gt;Human brain has a surprising tendency. It is very difficult to make it unlearn what it deeply believes. It keeps on justifying what it had been believing so far, leaving us no chance to improve.&lt;br /&gt;So if we think that we are unhappy, then our brain starts to justify that we are unhappy. In this process, it even hides things that make us happy, further intensifying our belief that we are unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;We should stop this vicious cycle right away; otherwise it will drain away our true potential.&lt;br /&gt;My formula for happiness has the following 3 lines of wisdom:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/SHss4F4fytI/AAAAAAAAALc/P4fWoWLL_l0/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222817535029660370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/SHss4F4fytI/AAAAAAAAALc/P4fWoWLL_l0/s200/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Seek what is good and avoid what is bad.(All's good that's pure and healthy; all's bad that's impure OR unhealthy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Never ever discourage yourself. (My favorite quote: Go to the battle field first, courage will automatically come - Author Unknown)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Smile often, even when sad. (You're sad doesn't require that you frown. Your smile can make somebody's day bright.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your life is so terrific that you cannot manage to smile, just take a notepad and draw a smiley face and look at it for a second. This will make a markable difference. (A smiley face looks like the image you see in this article. Just typing a colon ':' followed by a closing parenthesis ')' acts a smiley e.g. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for your time in reading this. Please leave your comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-7828707600039118581?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/7828707600039118581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=7828707600039118581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/7828707600039118581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/7828707600039118581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-be-happy-my-formula.html' title='How to be Happy - My FOrmula'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/SHsswnBvudI/AAAAAAAAALU/aRERJiLQKxY/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-2289102348863159571</id><published>2007-11-17T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:16:07.316+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diwali'/><title type='text'>Diwali...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.indofacts.com/indogram/images/events/DiwaliLight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.indofacts.com/indogram/images/events/DiwaliLight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thou' Diwali was 2 week before I could still feel the smell of the crackers.Diwali is one such occasion where even dolly Grannies n Hunk Grandpas jump from their Bed and wanted to show their Tricks and Styles to Burst the Big biggie Wala FireWorks.. Only on Diwalis I see a lot of my neighbours playing in the streets... Call me UnCultered , I really love to enjoy my life .. I like Noise.. I like Crowdy Streets .. Loud NEighbourhood.. Not because im in India .. Probably one of the reason why I hate the Street Where my Parents live now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was planning for a Vacation off to my HOME for weeks . I was so excited that I had almost 10 days. I wanna meet all my school buddies , eat a lot of sweets and I also planned to c All the Diwali spl Movies... I really wanna Get out of this Stupid Envir Were people dont even cough aloud. When I reached there almost I was damn tired..Damn wat a traffic and crowd.. Bangalore was almost empty. It sure is a Small INDIA. I had the most fun than any diwali.. Shopped like crasy ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diwali was blasting.. I bought so many crackers that I was busy all day bursting that..&lt;br /&gt;I had a practical competitor for bursting crackers who would burst a 1000 wala for my 1500 wala... It was kiddish but still I enjoyed the gesture..afterall Diwali is a Day of celebration....My Family was at one place . My mom made all the traditional sweets she would do and also her VADA .. thats spl....hahah...:) My dad was so adorable. We even had a belated Bday Party for him... It was a inspiration from Diwali.. tat the Party was also colourFULLLLLLLLLLL..My dad was giving a wonderfull photo shoot ... A lot of expressions.. It was really fun watching my parents being so happy. I understand how important he felt when we were together as a family. The next Day I had to leave back to Bangalore.. I was feeling as a baby who would not want to go to the School..I reallyMiss My native. I Always feel that it is the most Peaceful Place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY DIWALI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-2289102348863159571?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/2289102348863159571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=2289102348863159571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/2289102348863159571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/2289102348863159571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/11/diwali.html' title='Diwali...'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-8868433455587232164</id><published>2007-09-25T10:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:16.927+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INDIA Proves Again</title><content type='html'>There is never going to be a Spectacular Comeback for Me or for my India's Cricket team than this. The whole match was a nail-biting event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114023520103364322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RvipS9jA9uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gVCI79QSEOI/s400/ind_pak_1_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like all other Indian family Mine is no exception. My family is a bundle of Cricket maniacs, ya Including me. I have not watched or did I hear a match since the news about match fixing have horizoned all around the world. I was a DieHard Ajay Jadeja fan(ya I know al gals loved him then) n the news tat he had betrayed n me being a Kid I was so disappointed and decided Il never see a match later (ya so kiddish). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My office, have changed my mind slowly.. The air around had verses about the Twenty20 Match allover written. Otherday after Yuva had striked that 6 6's all were talking abt the josh Our Indians had in the match. As I have made my mind not 2 c another match I ignored. Yesterday, the sun rose as usual but there was a Hungama abt the match all over India.All were waiting for the Finals.The match was between India against Pakistan. Just think abt the rivals. This combination had never faded since 1947. Cricket lovers never misses a match like tis even in the Highlights. You might be a 85 yr old or a 8 yr old but the spirit tats inside you remians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I could hear was about the match. When the clock striked 3 I cannot find a single soul in the office. It was like a National Holiday. When I went home too the match was On already. My eyes ... I cant beleive it.. I never took my eyes off it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;India chose a young and energetic side.It was like old times(magical).Their decision to leave behind players like Sachin Tendulkar, Sourav Ganguly and Rahul Dravid paid dividends, however, when their next generation completed a last-over victory over arch-rivals Pakistan at the Wanderers, Mindblowing..yup.The two-week tournament had its moments. Yuvraj Singh’s six sixes off Stuart Broad was the first instance of an international-class bowler being treated that way in an international.Hmm finally, Im into the Game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of this post you can accomplish 2 things..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a.India is unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b.I have made a comeback to the Blogosphere.... OOOHHHH HEYYYY. Now U cannot getaway without my bugging Blog Post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/Rvi32djA9xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/M0G7gMGzu4Y/s1600-h/tweetywink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114039523151509266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/Rvi32djA9xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/M0G7gMGzu4Y/s200/tweetywink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks &amp;amp; love from,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sweet like a Sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;arthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RvjVI9jA9yI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lW7I2NYT5Tk/s1600-h/angeldollz.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114071726816294690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RvjVI9jA9yI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lW7I2NYT5Tk/s200/angeldollz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-8868433455587232164?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/8868433455587232164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=8868433455587232164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/8868433455587232164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/8868433455587232164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/09/india-proves-again.html' title='INDIA Proves Again'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RvipS9jA9uI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gVCI79QSEOI/s72-c/ind_pak_1_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-5802051612261017609</id><published>2007-06-26T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:17.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RoDoja5OuFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YVyJirSRyJs/s1600-h/vgug,kj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080316074886346834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RoDoja5OuFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YVyJirSRyJs/s320/vgug,kj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sometimes, there is a sadness so deep that you are positive there is not reaching the bottom of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It feels like it’s not even worth talking about or dealing with because it would just take too long. It’s easier to just acknowledge that the sadness exists.. it’s there - it is as much a part of your life as waking and sleeping. You work through it every day and make it your goal to view the bright side of life…as it sits next to you in the shadows the whole while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-5802051612261017609?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/5802051612261017609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=5802051612261017609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/5802051612261017609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/5802051612261017609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/06/sad.html' title='SAD'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RoDoja5OuFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YVyJirSRyJs/s72-c/vgug,kj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-8734792475619824656</id><published>2007-06-05T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:17.924+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RmTjTa5OuBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AKDj29MWgBo/s1600-h/banner_montag.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072429003102402578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RmTjTa5OuBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AKDj29MWgBo/s400/banner_montag.gif" width="449" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Did you ever wake up in the morning thinking everything is going to be relaxed? And then you came to the sudden realization:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Wait, I´m going to do all of that? In one week? This week? *shriiiiiek*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;ou know how you have those days (or maybe weeks, months or years) that just seem to be loaded with stress? I know: It´s all relative - one person´s stress is another person´s holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How do you survive a stress storm? Do you have any ultimate plans how to cope when everything hits you at once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When my life somehow has gotten out of control, like now, and stress has its grip on me I try to break the grip of stress - by providing some time off and using different anti-stress techniques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How to survive almost unbearable stress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1.) Plan an escape. Take a few hours off and do the most dramatically easy but fun thing you can think of. Go see a matinee downtown, have a fantastic lunch, shop, browse, and walk. Be as indulgent as you can stand, and drag as many of your friends along with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2.) Laugh. Whatever it is you find funny, bring more of it into your life. Whether it´s certain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;people, films, tv shows, plays, books. Choose to laugh -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     “Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bill Cosby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3.) Scream. I do believe in primal screams. I always feel better after I´ve yelled at the top of my lungs for no particular reason, doubly so if I´m pissed off about something. Practice different screams, such as yelling ordinary words ("Coffee mug!!!" - "Bratwurst!!!" - "Apple juice!!!") vs. generic scream sounds ("Aaarrrrgggh!"). Advanced stage of screaming: Get friends and co-workers to participate if you can.But even if you scream alone, and you have to do it into a pillow or underwater to not upset the neighbors, do it anyway. You´ll feel better, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4.) Fun time. How much time per day do you do stuff purely for fun? Just because you like it and for no other reason? Why isn´t this number larger? What is more important than fun and happiness over the course of a lifetime? Allow yourself fun, no matter how stressed you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5.) Sleep &amp; Exercise. Unfortunately, our minds are connected to our bodies, and if we treat our bodies poorly, well, our minds kind of get pissed off. I´ve found that if I´m not getting enough exercise, I´m about at least half as useful to the world than otherwise. Start taking a walk every day. Go swimming. Free up your body, and your mind will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6.) Bunk. Get in the car, pick a direction, and drive. Grab friends, or not. Bring food, or not. Play music really loud, or just roll down the windows, and stick your head out (*psst* This is a good time to scream).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072431614442518562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RmTlra5OuCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/csukdf-d_rA/s400/j.gif" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I´m not sure about how I´m going to make it, but by this time one week from today I will be marveling at all I accomplished - hopefully. Right now, I´m wondering how I'm going to do it. I will take my "How to survive"-guide to my heart and (I hope) I will survive. Please keep your fingers crossed for me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gT3LiJUFwVM/Rj8nbw2RISI/AAAAAAAAAro/RK_EI5I-N1s/s1600-h/line_gross.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You are that &lt;----------&gt; closed to survive my survival post. Are you ready to identify these random "Survive" lyrics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gT3LiJUFwVM/RiyOlKkqNdI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5ZPiSCkBOVY/s1600-h/li_po.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(1) After of all of the darkness and sadness/Soon comes happiness/If I surround my self with positive things/I´ll gain prosperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gT3LiJUFwVM/RiyOlKkqNdI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5ZPiSCkBOVY/s1600-h/li_po.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(2) You alone across the floor/You and me and nothing more/You´re the great mistake I never made/I never lied to you, I hated when you lied/But I´ll survive your naked eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gT3LiJUFwVM/RiyOlKkqNdI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5ZPiSCkBOVY/s1600-h/li_po.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(3) Some people put the best outside/Some people keep the best inside/Some people can´t stand up strong/Some people won´t wait for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gT3LiJUFwVM/RiyOlKkqNdI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5ZPiSCkBOVY/s1600-h/li_po.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(4) I'll never be an angel/I'll never be a saint it's true/I'm too busy surviving/Whether it's heaven or hell/I'm gonna be living to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gT3LiJUFwVM/RiyOlKkqNdI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5ZPiSCkBOVY/s1600-h/li_po.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You´re a survivor! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now, whole Blogosphere,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let´s screeeeeam! 3-2-1:"Braaaaaatwuuuuurst!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072433766221133874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RmTnoq5OuDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ve1jgrvqYqE/s400/simpsons-the-scream-4900914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-8734792475619824656?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/8734792475619824656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=8734792475619824656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/8734792475619824656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/8734792475619824656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/06/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud...'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RmTjTa5OuBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AKDj29MWgBo/s72-c/banner_montag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-4926415124626001593</id><published>2007-06-01T08:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:18.119+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CHARM all you got to wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RmTd065OuAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Pk9ADQjRmLw/s1600-h/0902_always_charming_color.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072422981558253570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RmTd065OuAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Pk9ADQjRmLw/s400/0902_always_charming_color.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;On and off I’ll be writing some posts on self-improvement. They’ll also give me a chance to re-orient my own approach to the world around me. It’s quite a cathartic exercise.&lt;br /&gt;To be able to charm people you don’t need to be good looking or handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Charming"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How to be charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; is all about using the right body language, saying the right words and sporting the right kind of attitude. It doesn’t mean only good-intentioned people can charm. Hitler was known to be a great charmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The link mentioned above discusses some traits of people who can easily charm. These traits are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="more-745"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A relaxed posture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Having a relaxed posture is very critical to creating a positive aura around you. It connotes a sense of confidence. All confident and mentally secure people move around in a relaxed manner. It also conveys that nothing is going on in your mind and you live your life in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Give people importance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We all want to be taken seriously and instantly take a liking to people who pay special, sincere attention to what we have to say. So when you talk to people, make an eye contact, show a true interest in them, be honest with your praises and don’t say things just to flatte. And remember their names. This is something I have difficulty in. I forget names very fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Control the tone of your voice:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There was a time when people used to like my voice, but now I myself don’t like it. In order to charm people you don’t need a husky or a melodramatic tone, you need a tone that’s natural and free of pretensions. People generally don’t like high-pitched tones because they indicate tension and fickleness. I think the best way to have a good tone is feel good about yourself and be as natural as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All these topics are discussed in detail in the link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/how+to+charm" rel="tag"&gt;how to charm&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/art+of+charming" rel="tag"&gt;art of charming&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/charm" rel="tag"&gt;charm&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/charming+others" rel="tag"&gt;charming others&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/self+improvement" rel="tag"&gt;self improvement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-4926415124626001593?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/4926415124626001593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=4926415124626001593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/4926415124626001593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/4926415124626001593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/05/charm-all-you-got-to-wear.html' title='CHARM all you got to wear'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RmTd065OuAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Pk9ADQjRmLw/s72-c/0902_always_charming_color.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-5128364617352810797</id><published>2007-04-27T10:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:18.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RjGDEUA9iGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l6lioFkhdlQ/s1600-h/banner_freitag.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057967966629234786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RjGDEUA9iGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l6lioFkhdlQ/s400/banner_freitag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its Friday.. and Im Freakingly happy that im going out of the office for something beautiful.. Yes.. There is a wedding in my family and Im gonna be dressed in gr8 colours,.... Im gonna have gr8 food, Good company.. Wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talk about wedding my cousin is getting married who used be a " Get Out Have fun Gal" but now she has turned into a "talk less" woman.. totally tradional ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are beautiful and always fun,....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057970187127326834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RjGFFkA9iHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y0RMhWt3vLE/s320/55.png" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-5128364617352810797?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/5128364617352810797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=5128364617352810797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/5128364617352810797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/5128364617352810797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-friday.html' title='Funny Friday'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RjGDEUA9iGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/l6lioFkhdlQ/s72-c/banner_freitag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-2524134209637663762</id><published>2007-04-26T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:18.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RjAsUUA9iFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A22jeN5_CBo/s1600-h/belief.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RjAsUUA9iFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A22jeN5_CBo/s400/belief.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057591109018814546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-2524134209637663762?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/2524134209637663762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=2524134209637663762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/2524134209637663762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/2524134209637663762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful :-)'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RjAsUUA9iFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A22jeN5_CBo/s72-c/belief.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-1700763153186696905</id><published>2007-04-20T21:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:47:21.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is becoming one of my favourite song..check it out and Justin's voice is sparkling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mphTcPb0n-g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mphTcPb0n-g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-1700763153186696905?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/1700763153186696905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=1700763153186696905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/1700763153186696905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/1700763153186696905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-6885741672071167287</id><published>2007-04-18T15:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:18.972+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SomeThing Interesting,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RiXv-iGyJaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uwaMiRxaOAY/s1600-h/oops.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054710014379435426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="131" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RiXv-iGyJaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uwaMiRxaOAY/s320/oops.bmp" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt; I have been thinking about Everything Bad that had happened to be,, my friends..who was my friends who is not now and whom im with...these had made impact in my life but have always never thought of the cause....now when i think back and when i release How StupidI have been....&lt;br /&gt;I came across a article which gave a limelight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discover the 90/10 Principle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations).&lt;br /&gt;What is this principle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react.&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;How? ………. By your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot control a red light. but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Let's use an example.&lt;br /&gt;You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;What happens next will be determined by how you react.&lt;br /&gt;You curse.&lt;br /&gt;You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over. She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Your spouse must leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home.&lt;br /&gt;When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Why? …. Because of how you reacted in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054712793223275954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RiXygSGyJbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Sh3qcFdJQ0I/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Why did you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;A) Did the coffee cause it?&lt;br /&gt;B) Did your daughter cause it?&lt;br /&gt;C) Did the policeman cause it?&lt;br /&gt;D) Did you cause it?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is "D".&lt;br /&gt;You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what could have and should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, "Its ok honey, you just need to be more careful next time". Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because of how you REACTED.&lt;br /&gt;You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle. If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you!&lt;br /&gt;React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc.&lt;br /&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you lose your temper? Pound on the steering wheel? A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off) Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and bump them?&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive?&lt;br /&gt;Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;You are told you lost your job.&lt;br /&gt;Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054714365181306306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RiXz7yGyJcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CjQtKHO07xQ/s320/4056552-md.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take outpour frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache. We all must understand and apply the 90/10 principle.&lt;br /&gt;It CAN change your life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-6885741672071167287?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/6885741672071167287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=6885741672071167287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/6885741672071167287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/6885741672071167287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-interesting.html' title='SomeThing Interesting,,,,'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RiXv-iGyJaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uwaMiRxaOAY/s72-c/oops.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-8244010265382142412</id><published>2007-04-12T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:19.212+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When We Were KIDS........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;" When we were kids... we were eager to grow up...&lt;br /&gt;Today we are grown up and now we realized that wounded knees were better than broken hearts..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052397594443349330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="356" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/Rh241-jVfVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HzIMtBAoXY0/s320/aaaaaaaaaaa.bmp" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-8244010265382142412?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/8244010265382142412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=8244010265382142412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/8244010265382142412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/8244010265382142412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-we-were-kids.html' title='When We Were KIDS........'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/Rh241-jVfVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HzIMtBAoXY0/s72-c/aaaaaaaaaaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-1035834989748958101</id><published>2007-01-10T11:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:20.314+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RaSEfTV5ALI/AAAAAAAAADY/CJDnXKm9NCg/s1600-h/small_n91.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NOKIA N-SERIES,APPLE I-PODS FOR FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!BELEIVE THIS!!! 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can this be true.Yes... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This website is Promoting as well as gaining money by cent per click basis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now what We must do is Very simple and safe too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.You have to register in this Id with a reference id which will be automatically generated &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. 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A url will be generated for you and you have to refer your friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS THAT SIMPLE,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOr more Details and to start with .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.xpango.com/?ref=" href="http://www.xpango.com/?ref=90079528"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.xpango.com?ref=90079528&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-1035834989748958101?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/1035834989748958101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=1035834989748958101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/1035834989748958101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/1035834989748958101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2007/01/nokia-n-seriesapple-i-pods-for.html' title=''/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RaSEfTV5ALI/AAAAAAAAADY/CJDnXKm9NCg/s72-c/small_n91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-5219203664741479614</id><published>2006-12-21T18:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:22.269+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OUR Best Moments in Our TRaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RYqGHxS1CHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UKWOFx5W-_4/s1600-h/DSCN1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010965003452614770" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RX_yeCZu4lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IXxW7EPDhyE/s320/couple_laughing_on_sofa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RX_yeSZu4mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cPSssbg_yXM/s1600-h/couple_laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007987912809046626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RX_yeSZu4mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cPSssbg_yXM/s320/couple_laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;LAUGH--a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it is so important--I learned it from my Dad and he learned it from his Dad. Laugh as much and as often as you can...surround yourself with motivated--happy people..and guess what you'll be---motivated and happy. Of course, there are always times to be serious--just dont let them take over...I laugh a lot and enjoy my life...and I'm gonna do so til I drop... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-5678952958111296615?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/5678952958111296615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=5678952958111296615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/5678952958111296615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/5678952958111296615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-very-important-ingredient-to-life.html' title='One very ImpOrtant ingredient to life....'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/RX_yeCZu4lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IXxW7EPDhyE/s72-c/couple_laughing_on_sofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-5701476871161942843</id><published>2006-11-29T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:44:54.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relationships: What Married Women Want$#%!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7764/899530867249285/1600/401088/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7764/899530867249285/320/481090/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know that of the over one million marriages that will end in divorce this year, two thirds to thr1ee quarters of those divorces will be filed for by women?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is this so-called, "Walk-away Wife" syndrome all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the early years of marriage, women are the relationship caretakers.&lt;/strong&gt; They carefully monitor their relationships to make sure there is enough closeness and connection. If not, women will do what they can to try to fix things. If their husbands aren't responsive, women become extremely unhappy and start complaining about everything under the sun... things that need to get done around the house, responsibilities pertaining to the children, how free time is spent and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, when women complain, men generally retrat and the marriage deteriorates even more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know that of the over one million marriages that will end in divorce this year, two thirds to three quarters of those divorces will be filed for by women?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After years of trying unsuccessfully to improve things, a woman eventually surrenders and convinces herself that change isn't possible. &lt;strong&gt;She ends up believing there's absolutely nothing she can do because everything she's tried hasn't worked.&lt;/strong&gt; That's when she begins to carefully map out the logistics of what she considers to be the inevitable, getting a divorce…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This excerpt is quoted from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divorce Busting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Michelle Weiner-Davis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Married Men: Do You Know What Makes Your Wife Happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7764/899530867249285/1600/285684/FlickrMerIncgnito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7764/899530867249285/320/739855/FlickrMerIncgnito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virginia.edu/insideuva/2006/04/happiness.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;study by U.Va&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. sociologists W. Bradford Wilcox and Steven L. Nock finds that the single most important factor in women’s marital happiness is the level of their husbands’ emotional engagement&lt;/strong&gt; — not money, the division of household chores or other factors. &lt;strong&gt;The study also finds that women whose husbands earn the lion’s share of income, who don’t work outside the home, or who share a strong commitment to lifelong marriage with their husbands report the highest levels of marital happiness&lt;/strong&gt; — in sharp contrast to academic conventional wisdom, according to the authors.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A Quick Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A good summary of the research is available from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virginia.edu/insideuva/2006/04/happiness.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UVA Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Stan Guthrie’s interview entitled, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2006/october/53.122.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Married Women Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;” which appeared in October's issue of Christianity Today sums up the two sociologist’s findings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;● The biggest predictor of women's happiness is their husband's emotional engagement. The extent to which he is affectionate, to which he is empathetic, to which he is basically tuned into his wife, this is the most important factor in predicting the wife's happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;● We have to recognize that for the average American marriage, it matters a lot more whether the husband is emotionally in tune with his wife than whether he's doing, say, half the dishes or half the laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;● Women who have more traditional gender attitudes are significantly happier in their marriages. They're more likely to embrace the idea that men should take the primary lead in breadwinning and women should take the primary lead in nurturing the children and managing the domestic sphere, managing family life.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...it matters a lot more whether the husband is emotionally in tune with his wife than whether he's doing, say, half the dishes or half the laundry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;● The income actually is a more important predictor of her happiness than whether she works outside the home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having a husband who earns the lion's share of the income makes the average woman happier in her marriage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;● Having a husband who is a good breadwinner gives a woman more options. It's not necessarily all about traditional roles, per se. It's about having the financial security as a wife and maybe mother to act in ways that you think are best for you and for your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;● Spouses who share weekly attendance had happier wives.&lt;br /&gt;Having a husband who earns the lion's share of the income makes the average woman happier in her marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;● It's also extremely important that the wife considers the division of housework to be fair to her. A sense of equity is extremely important, but equity is not equality. &lt;strong&gt;Women want things to be fair in their homes, but they don't equate fairness with equality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If the woman feels like she is being heard by the man — by that, I mean if he chooses to be emotionally intelligent enough to find something reasonable in a partner’s complaint, even to the point of becoming willing to accept her influence, especially in a conflict — the marriage makes it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what is the dependent variable here? It’s very simple and, strangely, it goes along gender lines. &lt;/strong&gt;If the woman feels like she is being heard by the man — by that, I mean if he chooses to be emotionally intelligent enough to find something reasonable in a partner’s complaint, even to the point of becoming willing to accept her influence, especially in a conflict — the marriage makes it. That’s it. &lt;strong&gt;It’s not intellectual disparity. It’s not active listening. It’s not financial disposition. All the usual suspects don’t work. Humility and a teachable spirit on the part of a guy does.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why Women Leave Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2914/2843/1600/305899/Flickrd"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another brilliant article, “Why Women Leave Men” by marriage counselor, Willard F. Harley Jr. Ph.D opens with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;● "I hurt all the time because I feel alone and abandoned."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;● "My husband is no longer my friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simply stated, women leave men when they are neglected. Neglect accounts for almost all of the reasons women leave and divorce men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Says Harley, “When all forms of spousal neglect are grouped together, we find that it is far ahead of all the other reasons combined that women leave men.&lt;strong&gt; Surprisingly few women divorce because of physical abuse, infidelity, alcoholism, criminal behavior, fraud, or other serious grounds. &lt;/strong&gt;In fact, I find myself bewildered by women in serious physical danger refusing to leave men that threaten their safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2914/2843/1600/617559/Talkbubble3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If you’re a married woman, does this research ring true for you? If you’re a married man, does it make any sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-5701476871161942843?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/5701476871161942843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=5701476871161942843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/5701476871161942843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/5701476871161942843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2006/11/relationships-what-married-women-want.html' title='Relationships: What Married Women Want$#%!!'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-1428940595674191938</id><published>2006-11-29T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:56:51.789+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dating Tips For Men Seeking To Meet Hot Women</title><content type='html'>If you are thinking of asking someone on a date consider the following quick dating tips:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you asking them out, is it for the right reasons and what do you expect as a result of them saying yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be prepared that the person you ask may say no and in which case do not take the rejection personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When asking someone out choose your moment carefully and practise what you might say in advance so that you don't appear tongue-tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If the person you ask says yes, ensure you already have thought of a place, date and time for the date so that you display signs of thoughfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be prepared for the person asking why you want to date them so that you are able to flatter and create a sense of trust immediately. People can be wary and they may want to know some reasosn behind your request. Better, anticipate this by saying "would you like to come to dinner, I have always thought you are great fun..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make sure that your request for a date does not pressurize the person in any way. If they want to think about it, let them. But don't chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure that when you ask someone on a date you smile and keep things fun and happy. Being confident and smiley will elicit a far more positive response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Always have an alternative date and time or location in mind should the person be unsure of their diary. Giving a person a choice is often a marketing masterstroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If the person says no, don't chase for a reason, simply move on. They may think about things and get back to you with a yes response later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you ask someone on a date, make sure that you actually intend to go through with it. Standing people up is not allowed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-1428940595674191938?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/1428940595674191938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=1428940595674191938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/1428940595674191938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/1428940595674191938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2006/11/dating-tips-for-men-seeking-to-meet-hot.html' title='Dating Tips For Men Seeking To Meet Hot Women'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-1413334497213818177</id><published>2006-11-24T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:14:56.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How To Make Sure You Are Understood</title><content type='html'>Walking away and knowing you’ve been understood is a good feeling, so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Speak to them in terms they know-their world, their lives. Because it is their world, they might do things a little differently than you would, but that’s O.K., too.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go from the known to the unknown. Some subjects relate to others. Things tie in if you just give it some thought.&lt;br /&gt;3. Explain simple things first.&lt;br /&gt;4. Avoid negative approaches. Don’t say, "You don’t want to do this, do you?" That’s setting yourself up for a refusal. And if you make people defensive by attacking, you won’t achieve much.&lt;br /&gt;5. "Move slow and move again. Move fast and never move again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;1. What do I want to say?&lt;br /&gt;2What do I really say?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the emotional impact? How will they feel?&lt;br /&gt;4. What do they expect to hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-1413334497213818177?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/1413334497213818177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=1413334497213818177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/1413334497213818177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/1413334497213818177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-to-make-sure-you-are-understood.html' title='How To Make Sure You Are Understood'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-7615806075265851430</id><published>2006-11-24T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:40:24.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~THE BEAUTY OF A BLOG~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7764/899530867249285/1600/887283/dog9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7764/899530867249285/200/461085/dog9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..is that you can write about all things trivial. it's an indulgence..in trivial truth. The way i see it..because i will never lie on my blog. finally, i write what i think. i think what i write. put aside grammar and spelling, put aside flowery language and really, really write.You can make sense but its ok if you don't. gorgeous. you dont have an agenda, a motive. I know i don't. wish i could make a living out of this...will someone pay me to blog? my salary lies in my satisfaction, to see this get publish and to know that somewhere,someone,anyone could be reading this and sharing this moment. Let them into my secret garden of thoughts. leave the big ,boring, important issues to the newspapers..they never tell the truth anymore. the big issues never have solutions anyway. the 'solutions' churn out more and bigger problems anyway. solutions that do not solve. look at the tsunamis crisis, and the aid that came along. total chaos and we've not even heard half of it. vicious cycle. the blues of living in this century, this culture. Our kind really screw up alot.The beauty of a blog...lies in history. A history you can re-live.Archives, they call it. you can archive back to a moment, an event, a picture, a thought, an opinion, a comment, a phase...and remember for that moment, that feeling you felt. The pleasure that is yours. It's an indulgence. so you express, and then you indulge. Blogs, bloggers, bloggerhood...a culture of its own..This is my best entry..so far. because i have told you, my honest thoughts about the beauty of a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-7615806075265851430?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/7615806075265851430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=7615806075265851430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/7615806075265851430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/7615806075265851430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='~THE BEAUTY OF A BLOG~'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-4817186595978858420</id><published>2006-11-23T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:27:02.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Facts n Folios...</title><content type='html'>Question:&lt;br /&gt;     Why do girls have pink fluffy mirrors right next to their desktops?Do they stop to check their reflection halfway through a report or do they stare at themselves while working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Whichever way, your reflection is unlikely to have changed from the time you left home and reached the office. This is a puzzling phenomenon. The thought of using a mirror as a spying tool however, is worth contending. Imagine you can use a mirror to check on the colleague on your left and on your right, or your boss when he's striding along the corridor- and if you are a guy, you can put it on the floor and wait for your hot boss in hot skirt to pass by, all without having even to turn your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why do people stuff their desks with soft toys, cushions, key chains and all things cuddly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A desk is a desk. It'll not turn into a bed no matter how stuffed it is. Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why do people stack piles and piles of documents and files on their desks?&lt;br /&gt;     While I think it creates a false atmosphere of busyness and importance, it can be a great way to barricade yourself out of sight with the Great Wall of Files and Documents and maybe even from that sleazy spy with the pink fluffy mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-4817186595978858420?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/4817186595978858420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=4817186595978858420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/4817186595978858420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/4817186595978858420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2006/11/facts-n-folios.html' title='Facts n Folios...'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368956864506150484.post-7403346451826326906</id><published>2006-11-23T11:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:23.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DareDevil Aarthi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/Ra8cUDV5API/AAAAAAAAAEY/3-raTozLrc0/s1600-h/AArthi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021263240361476338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/Ra8cUDV5API/AAAAAAAAAEY/3-raTozLrc0/s320/AArthi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AARTHI ...... nothing new in her,same as others.... Is It.. Well Who knows me Better Than me... “&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/if-you-don-t-know-where-you-are-going-any-road/533751.html"&gt;If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.&lt;/a&gt;”..This is how I Live....My Journey In Life Mmmmm How was it."Nobody would dare to be like me. " Is It..Noooooooooo. Ya It was a adventure. But definitely not a surprise to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368956864506150484-7403346451826326906?l=sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/feeds/7403346451826326906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7368956864506150484&amp;postID=7403346451826326906' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/7403346451826326906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7368956864506150484/posts/default/7403346451826326906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsugaraarthi.blogspot.com/2006/11/daredevil-aarthi.html' title='DareDevil Aarthi'/><author><name>SweetnSugarAARTHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00195210328560581377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2n3NayASR0/Ra8cUDV5API/AAAAAAAAAEY/3-raTozLrc0/s72-c/AArthi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
