tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80157344579739314042011-09-10T09:24:12.596-07:00No rules. No obligations. Nothing. Just me and my world. People are welcome to leave your comments or just read through the posts. I may or may not reply. Not because of arrogance but due to an honest attempt at practicing freedom in everything. This particular page is an extension of it...Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-18872874356391112392010-12-13T08:37:00.000-08:002010-12-13T08:38:36.683-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">“Is it true you write the bestsellers?” </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">“Not on purpose,” I replied somewhat coyly. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "> - Margaret Atwood</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">:)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-1887287435639111239?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-84096172934286668812010-05-17T08:00:00.000-07:002010-05-17T08:02:24.504-07:00"That's not very sanitary"<div><br /></div><div>"Fun stuff never is!" </div><div><br /></div><div>House M.D Season 6 Ep:17<br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-8409617293428666881?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-85359373098991165732010-03-08T08:16:00.000-08:002010-03-08T08:44:43.151-08:00There are few things in life designed to make you happy....... click on the pic for a full view..<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71); "><a href="http://imgsrv.gocomics.com/dim/?fh=49690f0d23b5416b343d6ea7280238d4&amp;w=900.0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; text-decoration: underline; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(231, 80, 0); "><img alt="Calvin and Hobbes" height="425" src="http://imgsrv.gocomics.com/dim/?fh=49690f0d23b5416b343d6ea7280238d4" width="600" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></span><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;color:#474747;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;color:#474747;">Susie ....you deserved it.... go Calvin go!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-8535937309899116573?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-54276096236941407892010-02-17T17:59:00.000-08:002010-02-17T18:01:49.160-08:00<div>Put up or shut up!</div><div>They are the only two options.....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-5427609623694140789?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-19596624106615051662010-02-14T18:57:00.000-08:002010-02-14T19:04:23.097-08:00<i>Charlie, there are two kinds of people in this world.</i><div><i>Those who stand up and face the music and those who run for cover. Cover is better!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Al Pacino in 'The scent of a woman'</div><div>What a lovely movie!</div><div>When you hear it, it really does feel like poetry.....</div><div>So honest. Does it really matter if what he says is right or wrong?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-1959662410661505166?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-50678317085076808742008-03-26T15:47:00.000-07:002008-03-26T15:56:45.574-07:00I bought 2 books last Saturday. <div><br /></div><div>'One hundred years of solitude' and </div><div>'Kite Runner'</div><div><br /></div><div>Haven't started on them yet......</div><div>Didn't know which one to start with.</div><div>Two wonderful books</div><div>I love this dilemma. I do i do :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-5067831708507680874?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-31066576212273773872008-02-20T14:33:00.000-08:002008-02-22T07:09:08.393-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Pearls are like people, they like being seen".</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">(A conversation)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">When a elder sister adorns her young widowed sister with a pearl necklace</span></span></div><div>much against the young ones desire to get herself dressed up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aren't siblings the best?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-3106657621227377387?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-88638455798042815252008-02-16T16:33:00.000-08:002008-02-16T16:46:53.501-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Max: This place doesn't suit my lifestyle.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Christine: No max, it is your lifestyle that doesn't suit this place.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Place: A beautiful villa in the middle of a vineyard.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Country: France</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Max: A banker</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Christine: A beau.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>mmmm.......</div><div>How many days we live in a place thinking that it suits us best,</div><div>living a lifestyle that is not us....</div><div>when our heart lies elsewhere.</div><div>All I want to do is open a small library and lend books...... not sell :)</div><div>I think that suits me.</div><div>i think that's me...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-8863845579804281525?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-45874589252612803722008-02-14T07:40:00.000-08:002008-02-14T07:42:47.344-08:00Is this how you see freedom?<br />By losing things?<br />Maybe its one way.....<br />But then what is the other way?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I'm truly working the best angle, and that's age. Age has freed me — I don't have to hold back on anything. I've never worked so strongly and so freely in my life. And that's because I have nothing to lose. I've already been fired. I've already been bankrupt. I've already had the suicide. I've already had my daughter not talk to me for a while. I've already had all kinds of things taken from me. So I might as well say what I think," River says.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-4587458925261280372?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-82077977047022824652008-02-12T10:12:00.000-08:002008-02-12T10:18:06.051-08:00Life always throws things at me.<div>Small things big things narrow things broad things</div><div>shapeless things</div><div>But that is how it is meant to be.</div><div>Some days i learn a lesson</div><div>Some days i lose one.</div><div>Every time such things happen i cannot consider it mundane.</div><div>After all life took me there...</div><div>I love this learning process</div><div>not so much the unlearning i should add.</div><div>There is sadness in it.</div><div>The unlearning...</div><div>It was there but now it isn't there any more</div><div>Because you know better...</div><div>Anyway </div><div><br /></div><div>When you think life, everyday movements cannot teach you any more, read <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=18659688&amp;ps=bb1">this </a></div><div><br /></div><div>It is not one of our typical learning tools but there is something beautiful hidden here.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-8207797704702282465?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-7425274635057323182008-02-08T08:41:00.000-08:002008-02-08T08:43:49.596-08:00<div>Thankful for this today....</div>Of all the news channels and websites available, i think i like 'Npr' the best!<div>It feels like reading the web version of Reader's Digest. Thank you guys.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-742527463505732318?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-87898929121894384512008-02-05T10:17:00.000-08:002008-02-05T10:19:45.475-08:00I have never slurped a lollipop till the end.....<div>Somewhere in the middle i'd bite on it,</div><div>which is really irritating cos it then becomes just a chocolate.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-8789892912189438451?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-3000598262899627802008-01-26T19:04:00.000-08:002008-01-26T19:06:13.440-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Even if i work there for a 100 more years, i'll only be an after-thought!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>From the movie 'Breach'.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-300059826289962780?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-19433317327247971262008-01-26T19:01:00.000-08:002008-01-26T19:03:43.995-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Do you know why the Russians failed?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">They were more intelligent than us. More devious. Do you know why they failed?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">No</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Because of their godlessness. Atheists.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>From the movie 'Breach'</div><div><br /></div><div>Can this be true?</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-1943331732724797126?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-46296042016821016492008-01-25T18:10:00.001-08:002008-01-25T18:12:59.876-08:00Maybe many know about this but <div>when you breathe out loudly and rhythmically during the work out session in the gym, </div><div>the session gets easier! I can run far better and burn more calories. </div><div>Why didn't i know about this before?!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-4629604201682101649?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-84708842811082281812008-01-23T20:21:00.000-08:002008-01-23T20:29:00.029-08:00Coffee must be THE best creations of God.<div>I say 'coffee' and i would love a cup of it.</div><div>Hot steaming coffee......... mmmm....</div><div>That must be the single most compelling motivation for me to get up every day at 7 a.m.</div><div>Why the hell would i otherwise?</div><div>Curling up in bed early in the morning is heavenly.... coffee is the only factor that tops it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Coffee...coffee....coffee.... God how i love even the sound of it!....</div><div>Ok now... shut up and go to bed...</div><div><br /></div><div>mmm... this looks better. always looks better after editing...</div><div><br /></div><div>Why aren't you in bed still?...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-8470884281108228181?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-3280908689646548882008-01-22T06:51:00.000-08:002008-01-22T06:53:58.236-08:00Not in the best of the moods today.<br />Feeling guilty for so many reasons.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-328090868964654888?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-35031346626803657692008-01-20T07:43:00.000-08:002008-01-20T07:47:38.201-08:00I wanted to write for quite sometime that<div><br /></div><div>'Sometimes i have nothing nice to say to people. In general.'</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But i've been so happy and telling all the nice things to one and all that i'm yet to find that special crappy day to be all bitchy. Then i thought, what the hell? </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-3503134662680365769?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-6444813346930248452008-01-18T19:49:00.000-08:002008-01-18T19:50:49.362-08:00Whenever you're looking for something to eat,<br />Weatherbee's Diner is just down the street.<br />Start off your meal with a bottle of rain.<br />Fog on the glass is imported from Maine.<br />The thunder is wonderful, order it loud,<br />with sun-dried tornado on top of a cloud.<br />Snow flurry curry is also a treat.<br />It's loaded with lightening and slathered in sleet.<br />Cyclones with hailstones are great for dessert,<br />but only have one or your belly will hurt.<br />Regardless of whether it's chilly or warm,<br />at Weatherbee's Diner they cook up a storm!<br /><br />by Brown, Children's story writer....<br /><br />I love it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-644481334693024845?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-41878466612887424302008-01-11T05:37:00.000-08:002008-01-11T05:42:33.474-08:00If you explain your freedom doesn't that kill its very objective?<div><br /></div><div>Are freedom and feelings connected?</div><div>When you practice freedom diligently, does it hurt the feelings of others around you?</div><div>Should you care about it?</div><div>Does it make you more selfish?</div><div>Is that the only way?</div><div>Can you practice freedom and still be kind?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-4187846661288742430?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015734457973931404.post-57018774187288560072008-01-10T13:00:00.000-08:002008-01-10T13:02:23.913-08:00When i wish for Him, He shows His presence. Why then am i not sure? what is it that is stopping me?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015734457973931404-5701877418728856007?l=preethspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Preethihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01307439788003599987noreply@blogger.com3