<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415</id><updated>2009-12-18T08:55:42.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>! UNTITLED  !</title><subtitle type='html'>Leaving the Unwanted..Keeping the Wanted..Life ain't always Fair..
Enjoy the Moment..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-848575137201319429</id><published>2009-12-01T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:40:28.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>In Honor of Love..</title><content type='html'>Is my New Blog where I decided to express my feelings about the special feeling adored by all and cannot live without. It will contain mostly poems that I have written about this great feeling over the years and I think those will get more meaning since I have also become a person who has finally got the chance to feel what Love is All About =). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go to the blog through the following URL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inhonoroflove.wordpress.com/"&gt;In Honor of Love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note that this does not mean that I will be quitting this blog. This will be my first love and I will continue to write here just as I did in the Past =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November was a tough month to me and it taught me a lot of lessons. December will be a challenge and I am up for it.. Let see what happens.. I am not gonna be defeated.. I will &lt;b&gt;WIN !!&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Rest of the Week Ahead.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-848575137201319429?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/848575137201319429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=848575137201319429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/848575137201319429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/848575137201319429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-honor-of-love.html' title='In Honor of Love..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-6389834960805100883</id><published>2009-11-20T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:13:51.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Loosing My Mind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SweTIu3mtYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7gqMBrou59A/s1600/fix-for-wireless-connection-problems-on-macbook-pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SweTIu3mtYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7gqMBrou59A/s320/fix-for-wireless-connection-problems-on-macbook-pro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406451655911060866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things in my Life is not going my way lately. Chike!! its hard. Sometimes I feel helpless , frustrated , mad and upset because stuff like my employment situation, my conscience etc etc is pulling me down to hell and its really hard to keep afloat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that gives me strength is the Love and Support I am getting from my Family , Friends and the Girl I Love so much. But I don't want to disappoint them and be a bad apple.What can I do ? Where do I start ? I don't know .. It sucks .. it truly, really sucks Big Time ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going to the temple a lot these days just to heal myself mentally and during that time I feel really good cos it does make me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a change soon and I need to change myself 2. It should be sooner rather than later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-6389834960805100883?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/6389834960805100883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=6389834960805100883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/6389834960805100883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/6389834960805100883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/11/loosing-my-mind.html' title='Loosing My Mind..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SweTIu3mtYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7gqMBrou59A/s72-c/fix-for-wireless-connection-problems-on-macbook-pro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-3078514057312272369</id><published>2009-11-16T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:42:21.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>I Should Have Been a Lawyer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SwJFv5oVllI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/uXwNCIoRKWA/s1600/FunnyLawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SwJFv5oVllI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/uXwNCIoRKWA/s320/FunnyLawyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404959192024192594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirawata I should have been a Lawyer you know. I am a talkative Parrot sometimes and can break into a conversation without control and can argue till I win the whole plum. &lt;br /&gt;Numerous times I have been cautioned  by my Parents my Friends by telling "Dude Control yourself , Putha Mokada Mei ??"or by pulling my leg or shirt without the notice of others. But the truth of the fact is that I am not short of a word to prove the things I believe on and I would go the whole distance by talking to prove it and convince others (Even in some cases its wrong.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had the desire to be a lawyer and almost sat for the Law Entrance Exam. In the end I realized it was not the job for me since I had a passion for other things such as IT and writing =D.( I am glad I made that choice =D). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am not short of a word.Last Night I was arguing with a bunch of Indians regarding the Test Match and I only stopped because they never replied me back =D. Guess they knew they cannot talk with 1 Sri Lankan who had the balls to show them that we are not pussies like them =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Talking Parrot Won =D and Maybe in the Next Life Time I can be a Lawyer and win some cases and make the whole world happy =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a Fabulous Week. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-3078514057312272369?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/3078514057312272369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=3078514057312272369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/3078514057312272369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/3078514057312272369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-should-have-been-lawyer.html' title='I Should Have Been a Lawyer...'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SwJFv5oVllI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/uXwNCIoRKWA/s72-c/FunnyLawyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-365408176560966944</id><published>2009-11-12T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:42:13.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Tits and Bits and Other News..</title><content type='html'>HALO bACK... =D.  Watsup Friends ? Hope you all are doing Good =D. I have been away for around 2 months from blogging and Its been a very decisive but crazy 2 months for me. All in all everything is sorted out ( well most to be exact) and things are again going smooth for me. I believe that everything happens for a reason and so I live according to that. Here is a summary of what I have been up2 during the last 2 months.. =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* First the Bad News. I gave my resignation to my current Workplace. It was a decision I should have taken long time back but finally after a lot of controversy inside and outside the office premises I decided to quit this place at the end of this Month. ( November). I will miss some good people over there but the majority is bad and total backstabbers. All I am saying is I am moving on.. and I am Glad about it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I "ALMOST" have a Girlfriend =D.Why I say Almost is because she has not given me the green light yet but just the Orange. But I have a feeling she will give me the Green Light very soon =D. I didn't think I would be able to be a one woman man but some how I am doing it.She is wonderful beautiful and Awesome and I hope this would work out in the end =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have been driving like a maniac these days =D. I am not relying on Speed and ALWAYS thrive to be Safe. Damn I Love Driving. Specially on a Sunday Afternoon =D. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Been Exercising a Lot. Thriving to get a Six Pack and some Agility to my Legs =D So far So Good I must say.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Last Monday was my Grandmothers 1st year Death Anniversary. I still remember that day and it still brings tears to my eyes. Yet the pirith ceremony and the Alms Giving was a Success so I am happy we could do the best for her though she is not with us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have got some oppurtunities to improve my Writing and make use of it more =D. Will let you know all the details asap =D.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hope Everyone is Good. It's Good to be Back.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-365408176560966944?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/365408176560966944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=365408176560966944' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/365408176560966944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/365408176560966944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/11/tits-and-bits-and-other-news.html' title='Tits and Bits and Other News..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-1994047264336398602</id><published>2009-09-22T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:52:30.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Def Leppard - Long Long Way to Go -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/HAtJ48gvAqs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HAtJ48gvAqs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy... \m/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-1994047264336398602?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/1994047264336398602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=1994047264336398602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1994047264336398602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1994047264336398602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/09/def-leppard-long-long-way-to-go.html' title='Def Leppard - Long Long Way to Go -'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-115324015189441132</id><published>2009-09-21T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:31:15.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>I will Do anything for Love.. but I WON'T Do that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrempjvIMuI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fEdXDg17pWQ/s1600-h/discomeat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrempjvIMuI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fEdXDg17pWQ/s320/discomeat5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383955112442475234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WONT&lt;/span&gt; do when searching for Love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go after my Best Friend's Girl though deep inside I feel I am attracted to her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask my Best Girlfriend Out. Friends becoming Lovers don't ALWAYS work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry, Cry, Cry when a girl rejects me asking her to give me another chance (Though I will try to fix the things she does not like about me so she will feel the same way about me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perform the Dating Advice I give to Others. ( It never works for the Tutor. It Always works for the Student )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change my Good Beliefs , Qualities and Attitudes to win Lady Love.( It's not worth it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go After Love.. Sometimes Patience is the way to open the door of the most Unreachable Heart.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-115324015189441132?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/115324015189441132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=115324015189441132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/115324015189441132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/115324015189441132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-will-do-anything-for-love-but-i-wont.html' title='I will Do anything for Love.. but I WON&apos;T Do that...'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrempjvIMuI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fEdXDg17pWQ/s72-c/discomeat5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-3660195101084642801</id><published>2009-09-20T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:05:25.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Art of An Amature..</title><content type='html'>In the past I used to draw.I was able to draw people looking at them or their pics which gave me much joy when I had nothing to do. I didn't seriously take note of my this ability of mine though my Grandma used to persuade me to do it more often.. Today is her Birthday and as a tribute to her I decided to use this talent and draw some portraits of my friends :) Here are the Results.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYmSN8dy4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/oCVLKaflItQ/s1600-h/DSC02720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYmSN8dy4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/oCVLKaflItQ/s320/DSC02720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383532498990779266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYm_HSRYlI/AAAAAAAAAng/QClw1tMDgaQ/s1600-h/DSC02721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYm_HSRYlI/AAAAAAAAAng/QClw1tMDgaQ/s320/DSC02721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383533270297305682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYnLX15yjI/AAAAAAAAAno/iZfZ0_98kD4/s1600-h/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYnLX15yjI/AAAAAAAAAno/iZfZ0_98kD4/s320/DSC02725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383533480900151858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYnYZK3ZEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/r8AuU6q86Dc/s1600-h/DSC02726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYnYZK3ZEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/r8AuU6q86Dc/s320/DSC02726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383533704594809922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYnkGt_rlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Gnau6Hg0e1A/s1600-h/DSC02735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYnkGt_rlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Gnau6Hg0e1A/s320/DSC02735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383533905800310354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYn8u8RZ7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/IQl7TcT_RxM/s1600-h/DSC02738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYn8u8RZ7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/IQl7TcT_RxM/s320/DSC02738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383534328914470834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me two days to complete these drawings But when I see the results I think the effort was worth it :). Glad I can pay tribute to Atthamma like this on her Birthday and I hope our artists Lost Soul and Black like these 2 :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week Ahead Everyone and Keep on Smiling :).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-3660195101084642801?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/3660195101084642801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=3660195101084642801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/3660195101084642801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/3660195101084642801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of-amature.html' title='Art of An Amature..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrYmSN8dy4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/oCVLKaflItQ/s72-c/DSC02720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-1917683313598896100</id><published>2009-09-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:07:45.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>LOOOOVEEEEEE ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrJsk56jTVI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/wNCTeBFew-k/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrJsk56jTVI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/wNCTeBFew-k/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382483885938658642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our dearest &lt;a href="http://blackexists.wordpress.com"&gt;Black&lt;/a&gt; decided to tag me on the popular post about "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;" :), Its the first time someone decided to tag me on a topic so I didn't want to disappoint her :). So here are my thoughts about Love.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* watching a cricket match which Sri Lanka plays with my dad and shouting together when a wicket falls or we win and be sad together when we loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* telling my mom about all the things happening at work and she giving me advice in how to deal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* playing cricket with my bro in the garage and breaking all the glasses of the windows of our neighbors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* giving my sis tips about guys and latest fashion trends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the times I spent with my Grandma (Moms) when she was there and the time I spend with my other Grandma (Dads)in Tangalle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a Bug that bites you where the wound stays without healing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* like a well you fall into it but u don't wanna get out of it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the feelings you share and times you spend with you friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* something I have never fallen (I think) but hoping I would someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What you Want. but Won't Get Easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the feeling that keeps us all Alive , Happy and Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Black for the Tag. It really bought up some sweet memories that coincidentally I love and makes me happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-1917683313598896100?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/1917683313598896100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=1917683313598896100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1917683313598896100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1917683313598896100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/09/looooveeeeee.html' title='LOOOOVEEEEEE ..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrJsk56jTVI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/wNCTeBFew-k/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-2796851710368676058</id><published>2009-09-17T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:55:19.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Breaking the Silence..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrHqKu61QII/AAAAAAAAAnI/_rWe_s2JgkY/s1600-h/3261103_6c1fa1ae55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrHqKu61QII/AAAAAAAAAnI/_rWe_s2JgkY/s320/3261103_6c1fa1ae55.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382340499798835330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back :D. I haven't blogged for about a month before today and thought of taking a break since I thought I was revealing too much of myself and also got hectic with work to the max. But come on.. how can I stop blogging right?? :) Its in my veins so I decided to " &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Break the Silence&lt;/span&gt; " :D.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past month I have been through a lot.Work was hectic and difficult. Made quick decisions and suffered bad consequences because of that. Got mad and frustrated and also sick at the same time. It was a difficult month and I was beginning to get worried that I was going down the pit without nothing to hold on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I got a great family and a bunch of friends I adore like my life. They gave me the right advice and guidance and after thinking a lot about my decisions and actions and foreseeing my future, I changed my attitude and beliefs , became a hard thinker and decided to take time when making decisions. I also got more into Buddhism and I think the visit I made to Dalada Maligawa last weekend helped me a lot to heal myself and put myself back on the right path. I like to sincerely say "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;" to everyone and everything that helped me to get on that path in every way. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's my fellow blogger friends are doing ? I am sorry for not keeping in touch But remember I always think of you guys :D. I missed reading your blogs but now I am back u should be warned that I will be stalking you again :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some posts I really need to publish so I will do that one by one. It's good to be back. I feel my own once again :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-2796851710368676058?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/2796851710368676058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=2796851710368676058' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/2796851710368676058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/2796851710368676058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/09/breaking-silence.html' title='Breaking the Silence..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SrHqKu61QII/AAAAAAAAAnI/_rWe_s2JgkY/s72-c/3261103_6c1fa1ae55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-4814466733893777616</id><published>2009-08-15T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T05:32:11.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Anger Management... How You Do it ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sof7mJkdMkI/AAAAAAAAAnA/90RDpZCpJDE/s1600-h/angerposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sof7mJkdMkI/AAAAAAAAAnA/90RDpZCpJDE/s320/angerposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370537713485034050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger is one of the most feared emotions by Human Beings. An angry person can do things that he/she really doesn't want to do.. and often it ends up giving bad results rather than good ones. Sometimes it is said that long time anger is ok but the one that is always bad is being short tempered cos it makes you a monster and force you to do things that you really don't want to do. ( Believe me.. I have experience on that..).So.. it is really important to manage your Anger, at least stop it from happening often.. otherwise you will end up loosing your mind , loosing your friends . loosing the trust you worked hard to build up and more importantly. the love of the people whom you really want to love you and care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you Angry? If you see this Picture in this Post you will realize that. The points in that are so damn true and often those are the facts that makes you loose your temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can we control Anger? I have done many things to control myself from getting Angry.. Meditation is one solution it's good if you can meditate once a day cos it really heals your mind,stops you from thinking unnecessary things and calms you down when you feel you are getting mad.Another solution is listening to your favorite tunes when you feel that you are getting angry.. Music does heal your Soul ! so always rely on that to make you happy if you feel that you r not in a good mood and is feeling angry just about anything.. Try talking to yourself more and try to find out the outcome of the things you will do when you are angry.. will you loose a friend ? are you doing the right thing or wrong thing? can I solve this issue without being angry ? etc. This kind of talk really helps you to calm yourself during short tempered situations.. and helps you to choose the right path rather than getting mad and going on the wrong one. Also it is good to talk with a friend or a loved one you can trust about the issues you are getting mad at. Sometimes bottling up all your thoughts leads to getting Angry and Mad and it could end up being physical sometimes.. so best thing to do is talk or write down what you want to say this really helps you to heal yourself and forget the fact that you are getting mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever said and done and No Matter how much solutions we do to manage Anger we should remember we are all human beings. Anger is part of us and we really can't live without it. I am also a person who gets mad( often in the past now its slowly decreasing..)and I have also had my own share of incidents where Anger has taken the better of me. But, I have always wanted to stop it so I have done the things I have said before to stop getting Angry. It &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DOES&lt;/span&gt; work. so do give it a try and I am sure it will work for you 2 =). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Anger is a Monster in Disguise Waiting to Gobble you Down to Hell. Don't let it dot that..Cos You Belong in Heaven not in Hell." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Week Ahead Everyone.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-4814466733893777616?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/4814466733893777616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=4814466733893777616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/4814466733893777616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/4814466733893777616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/08/anger-management-how-you-do-it.html' title='Anger Management... How You Do it ?'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sof7mJkdMkI/AAAAAAAAAnA/90RDpZCpJDE/s72-c/angerposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-1066592505996202906</id><published>2009-08-11T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:09:09.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs In my Head'/><title type='text'>Lifehouse - Whatever It Takes .." Live "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/rMZTbrxPZlo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rMZTbrxPZlo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song takes my Breath Away..  Every time I listen to It... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse..   XOXO  !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-1066592505996202906?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/1066592505996202906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=1066592505996202906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1066592505996202906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1066592505996202906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifehouse-whatever-it-takes-live.html' title='Lifehouse - Whatever It Takes ..&amp;quot; Live &amp;quot;'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-8007234339236549962</id><published>2009-08-10T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:05:49.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Thank You Sanath..But  Your Time is Up !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SoBSVCv-_bI/AAAAAAAAAm4/0VQprZZqGl4/s1600-h/r133013_444738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SoBSVCv-_bI/AAAAAAAAAm4/0VQprZZqGl4/s320/r133013_444738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368381277294493106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanath Teran Jayasuriya.. The Best Cricketer ever produced by our Motherland.. The Master Blaster .. The Forearm Gladiator.. The Matara Mauler  etc etc. we knew he was around during the early 90's ..we began to love him and adore him after 1996..  The fastest 50 .. the fastest 100 (until Boom shaka laka Afridi decided to take it away from him which was SAD !! )  the maximum sixes in an innings .. the highest one day score and the 2nd highest test score for Sri Lanka.. The most experienced cricketer in the world .. He has achieved every monument another cricketer can dream of and he has been a Gem for Sri Lanka and a Great Ambassador for World Cricket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mr. Sanath Sir I think you should give up and let someone else run the show.. I am not being mean here since you are one of my favorite cricketers of all time But I don't think you can work the magic you did in the past except from your great fielding capabilities which won't be surpassed by any other Sri Lankan Cricketer I am sure.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Bowlers today know where to bowl to you... Either a Bouncer to the rip cage or a slower bowl that even foxed the best test batsman in the world today..  Your batting was  master class in the past and I still think it is.. But Sir its not effective anymore.. cos everyone knows what to do.. when you come to bat in the crease.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please think about the rest of the players who are lining in the pack.. Mahela Udawatta has had a stop start career so far but he is a wonderful prospect.. We fans would love to see a new bloke come in to the scene and smash the new bowlers all around the park.. just like you did .. Don't you like to see it 2 ? I mean don't you like to see another player taking your mantel and carrying your name forward ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let Money be your Ultimate Goal Sir.. I know you can earn plenty from different cricket leagues such as IPL etc etc. But remember you are Star and a Star shines together with other Stars.. and never tries to undo one another.. I am not saying that you are doing it now.. but I fear you will do that in the Future.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Sanath Sir.. I think you should think about your future more closely.. Just like Murali and Vaas whom I think did something even Arjuna Ranatunga was not able to do.. I know it will be hard to say Goodbye.. I know that we cricket lovers will miss you like hell when you put your boots up...  But what I sincerely think is Sir.. You should think about the Future.. The Future of Sri Lankan Cricket.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end this Post with what I believe is a bit of a painful think to say since you are one one of my Favorite Cricketers of All Time.. BUT  it's the Hard Truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank You Sanath... But Your Time is Up !!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-8007234339236549962?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/8007234339236549962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=8007234339236549962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/8007234339236549962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/8007234339236549962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-sanath-but-your-time-is-up.html' title='Thank You Sanath..But  Your Time is Up !'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SoBSVCv-_bI/AAAAAAAAAm4/0VQprZZqGl4/s72-c/r133013_444738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-5901225890269252766</id><published>2009-08-07T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:02:01.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>So far So Good with the Facebook Girl and Other News..</title><content type='html'>I was amazed and happy to see all the Responses and the Good Wishes from All my Blogging Friends regarding my short love story so far with the Facebook Girl =D. I got to say that it's going gr8 so far and I hoping so much this would be the start of something great.. =) Fingers Crossed =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Other News..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been sick lately and I am so damn upset cos it always happens on Weekends.. Missed two days of work last week but got a 5 day Holiday hehe. Still it's not good but the Good News is the Sugar situation is not that bad as I thought but got to be careful =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Twitter.. Just want to Tweet even when I go to the toilet sometimes =D. Still.. it's heavy on the Phone Bill so I am controlling myself =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys who think they have a bad complexion should try " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fair and Handsome &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Believe me.. It Works.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that Mahela got a Century at last.. Superb Batting.. Hoping he would get More.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did some pretty silly things over the last weekend .. but now I have changed which has made me Happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two friends are leaving for USA soon and Malli will be going soon 2.. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nangi is getting ready for A/L's wish her All the Best for her exams and I can't believe she is done with school 2.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Life is a Challenge and Everyone needs Love and from a Special One at that.. and I think I am feeling those emotions which I only used to see in movies till now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Gr8 Weekend Peeps and join me on Twitter .. I assure you it's much more fun than following Ashton Kutcher =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-5901225890269252766?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/5901225890269252766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=5901225890269252766' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/5901225890269252766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/5901225890269252766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-far-so-good-with-facebook-girl-and.html' title='So far So Good with the Facebook Girl and Other News..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-6671022914560723056</id><published>2009-08-03T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:18:52.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>Check It.. Check It.. The Facebook Girl.. Accepted my Request.. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SncXdX3iBKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/CeMBIPhKFXg/s1600-h/man_jumping_for_joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SncXdX3iBKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/CeMBIPhKFXg/s320/man_jumping_for_joy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365783274425812130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Girl to whom I sent a friend request through a Poem ?? (Check out my last Post if you haven't seen the Request yet :P) well she decided to accept it after all today and replied me back =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a bloody hell of a weekend for me and two days cos I have been down with the flu. I took a blood test on Sunday and the Doc says that I have traces of Sugar :( I am scared of having it so I am hoping I would be fine soon... gonna go for a blood test tomorrow 2 and c the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck with my Health and with the Gal 2.. :) She is such an Awesome Girl and I would do everything I can do to win her heart.. I feel she is my Julia :P  and I have confidence I will win her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook Thank You for this.. and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PLEASE NOTE&lt;/span&gt; that if any people of the government reading this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PLEASE DO NOT BLOCK FACEBOOK 2.. PLEASE !&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D it's my one and only shot to win this ladies heart and I am sure it will inspire many to do the same in the future.. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a gr8 week ahead everyone .. May Good Health and Love be upon you All ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-6671022914560723056?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/6671022914560723056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=6671022914560723056' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/6671022914560723056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/6671022914560723056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-it-check-it-facebook-girl.html' title='Check It.. Check It.. The Facebook Girl.. Accepted my Request.. =D'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SncXdX3iBKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/CeMBIPhKFXg/s72-c/man_jumping_for_joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-8155691463096069993</id><published>2009-07-31T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:46:52.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randoms'/><title type='text'>A Request...( The way I decided to send a friend request to a Girl in Facebook..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SnPGPgU1vdI/AAAAAAAAAmo/a-OOMW7tfwQ/s1600-h/lens3022732_1236453911facebook_flirting_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SnPGPgU1vdI/AAAAAAAAAmo/a-OOMW7tfwQ/s320/lens3022732_1236453911facebook_flirting_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364849550806072786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound Desperate.. But I was really taken away from this girl's beauty when I saw her pics.. so I decided to sent her a friend request in a unique way.. by writing her a poem as a Personal Message =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't responded as yet but I  am keeping my fingers crossed.. Check it out  and Enjoy !! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: That's not her in the pic.. She is much more prettier than that =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I come to HSBC , I see your face..&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and Working at the same time.. O what a Grace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to talk with you&lt;br /&gt;But I was Always Afraid&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't want to bother you at work&lt;br /&gt;And thought of leaving you Instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through a friend list of my friends today..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I saw your pic and remembered your face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy, overjoyed cos I never thought I will&lt;br /&gt;Find you in Facebook, and see you smiling still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was trembling as i started typing&lt;br /&gt;a mail of a different kind I hope like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A request... for friendship... nothing more.. nothing less..&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope u will read this mail.. without putting it to junk mail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending you a friend request.. attached with this mail...&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hear from you soon and a favorable response as well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.. and have a gr8 future too...&lt;br /&gt;Keep on Smiling just like this... cos its looks soo good in you... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;XOXO &lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-8155691463096069993?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/8155691463096069993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=8155691463096069993' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/8155691463096069993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/8155691463096069993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/07/request-way-i-decided-to-sent-friend.html' title='A Request...( The way I decided to send a friend request to a Girl in Facebook..)'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SnPGPgU1vdI/AAAAAAAAAmo/a-OOMW7tfwQ/s72-c/lens3022732_1236453911facebook_flirting_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-4493869651765473317</id><published>2009-07-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:55:30.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Change in Approach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sm8qfmpbpbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5w5xoZkeK-k/s1600-h/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sm8qfmpbpbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5w5xoZkeK-k/s320/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552403660187058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should change my approach to life.. This metronomic fast forward lifestyle is turning my life into a cobweb where I cannot find the place I could fit in..  Long Working hours.. Short Weekends.. Lack of Sleep.. Lack of time spent with Friends.. More time spent in front of the Computer and TV ... What's happening with me ??? Every moment I try to figure this out I get the chills.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current financial crisis in our family has been one of the main reasons that has led me to live this kinda of a lifestyle.. As the eldest in my family I have sacrificed all my pleasures and joys for the sake of seeing my brother having a good last few days in Sri Lanka before he goes back to US. For the sake of seeing my sister happy as she goes through the rough times of studying for her als. For the sake of keeping my parents happy and smiling by lending them money whenever they have financial issues and be more responsible for my actions by starting to pay my own phone bill.. I am happy in doing all of these stuff.. even though I don't get my salary on time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when other people joke about me and my family thinking we are rich people just because we got a good car, a good house and ADSL etc. I don't listen to them when they gag about me.. I don't really mind it.. But I do get mad, frustrated and sad when they direct those talks to my dad and my family.. How can people be so pathetic?? and the worst part is they always come back asking to lend some money when they are broke. Sadly, I have learned some good qualities while growing up specially from my parents and my grandmother and that has made me a very approachable person to others to get some cash when they want it..  I  am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HELPLESS  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at those situations and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I HATE THAT&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my sister's friends broke my digital camera and it's gonna cost 12,000 rupees to fix it back... The head phones in my Phone doesn't work anymore and I don't think I can replace it.. I still wear the same old shoes I bought in 2004 and it's almost on it's last ride.. My Boss at Work is not satisfied with my work and always yells at me for not doing what he wants.. People say Life is a Bitch..I say it's worst than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these bad things happening with me.. I decided to stay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POSITIVE &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no matter what.. I am a believer of moments and I am sure better moments will come to my life someday.. I have suddenly become more money minded and I have a goal now to earn as much as I can so I can fulfill my desires in the future... I have my own ways of enjoying life by listening to good music.. by watching a cricket or football game on tv by hanging out with my family .. by going to a movie once in a while not caring about who wants to come with me or not..  I got some simple pleasures that I cherish so much.. that burning positivity , contentment and desire to smile has kept me going strong so far and I hope and prey that strength would stay with me forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens...I know my goals .. I know what I want.. Someday I know I will be the happiest man on Earth and with my vision to be the Richest Man in the world still hanging around 2.. I know that I won't fail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a timid guy who never had a vision, a goal or desire and used to cry about all the stuff that happened with me.. It &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WON'T&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happen anymore..  and nothing would stop me from reaching the highest mountain that I want to reach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my real friends will support me.. and God will take care of the fake ones..so I don't have to worry about them. Girlfriend will come someday.. when she comes.. Ill accept her..and give her all my love.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new path has dawned for me.. and I am starting to leave my footprints along that path.. which I am sure will lead me to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Success&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wish me Luck Peeps !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-4493869651765473317?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/4493869651765473317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=4493869651765473317' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/4493869651765473317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/4493869651765473317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-in-approach.html' title='Change in Approach...'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sm8qfmpbpbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5w5xoZkeK-k/s72-c/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-4590725709158059039</id><published>2009-07-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:43:15.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cupid should be Hanged..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sm3YODbor1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/tjogSEM7FxQ/s1600-h/dead-cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sm3YODbor1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/tjogSEM7FxQ/s320/dead-cupid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363180467219115858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid is crazy..&lt;br /&gt;He's not a friend but a foe..&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he brings hearts together&lt;br /&gt;But often he breaks more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not a friend but an assassin &lt;br /&gt;Who brings pain through arrows.. &lt;br /&gt;Yet he never forgets to smile..&lt;br /&gt;Making us believe what he shows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often a Looser than a winner&lt;br /&gt;Not often a smile but a tear&lt;br /&gt;Call himself an actual god &lt;br /&gt;But acts like a dirty criminal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being a useless freak&lt;br /&gt;Who never shows off himself&lt;br /&gt;For not being there &lt;br /&gt;When you need his shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being an utterly useless &lt;br /&gt;Piece of Shit ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that.. &lt;br /&gt;Cupid should be Hanged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-4590725709158059039?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/4590725709158059039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=4590725709158059039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/4590725709158059039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/4590725709158059039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/07/cupid-should-be-hanged.html' title='Cupid should be Hanged..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sm3YODbor1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/tjogSEM7FxQ/s72-c/dead-cupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-1094139352222695014</id><published>2009-07-25T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:21:17.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>Dirty Diana..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SmwXJK66gWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/x-zosnvPPXg/s1600-h/cw-antm-diana-container_003936-0e367a-500x667.0.0.0x0.500x667.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SmwXJK66gWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/x-zosnvPPXg/s320/cw-antm-diana-container_003936-0e367a-500x667.0.0.0x0.500x667.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362686702609138018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in her late 20's ..Dark Blue Eyes..Long Hair that Shines like Black Velvet.. Bright Red Lips that Glowed in Sunlight..Skin Color which was just Unique.. .. She was every guy's dream girlfriend.. every girl's dream best friend.. Her name was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Diana.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone knew her only by that name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke rarely.. always responded to people's conversations with a smile.. she only had a few friends.. all of them girls..always hangout with that bunch..She never showed an interest towards guys ..and every guy who admired her thought she had a boyfriend so never really approached her and kept on admiring how beautiful and charming she was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.. there was one guy who didn't want to give up..he was a dude who had a lot of girls coming after him.. he rejected all of them since he was in love with Diana...He wanted Diana.. and after taking a lot of courage and determination to his heart.. he approached her and asked her out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana was surprised at first.. and after some thought she told him that she would tell him the next day if they can go out or not.. The guy was happy cos at least she didn't say no.. he awaited eagerly for hours to pass. waiting to hear a "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day came.. and he was waiting in the front lawn of the Uni waiting her to appear and let him know.. She was there and when he came towards she smiled as she always does and told him the 3 letters he wanted to hear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was overjoyed but never showed it to her as they went out later that night..It was a simple date.. with ice cream.. a walk in the beach.. and back home in his bicycle... She loved it .. he loved it.. both of them loved it.. and before she left him that day she told him to close his eyes and gave him a kiss as she ran down her fingers down his eyes and lips.. he was feeling that he was in wonderland.. as she went away saying "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good Night !&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed and People in Uni were amazed to see the new couple.. the other guys were amazed and this dude's courage to ask Diana out and some were even jealous because they couldn't make a move before him..They were a happy couple.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UNTIL.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Diana began to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana suddenly decided to get away from her lover.. she began to ignore him and though He was her boyfriend, she tried her level best to stay away from him and hang out with her mates.. He was confused about all of these recent happenings and was really upset since he thought he has done something wrong to Diana. She began to ignore him and though He was her boyfriend, she tried her level best to stay away from him and hang out with her mates.. He was confused about all of these recent happenings and was really upset since he thought he has done something wrong.. he couldn't bear this distance apart between him and her and finally decided to ask her what this was all about..&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Baby, why are you avoiding me ?? Do you know how much I tried to call you ?? Every time when I call you turn off your phone.. Every time I try to meet you.. you say you are busy.. you don't even notice me anymore.. is something wrong?  tell me honey why are you avoiding me like this..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana was silent for a moment, then as she always did.. she smiled and replied back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am sorry baby.. you are just not my TYPE, we did have a good thing going on for sometime and I enjoyed every bit of that but now I am in love with another guy and I don't love you anymore..So let's end this please.. Cos I don't want to break your heart and give you any false hopes.. I am not in love with you anymore.. I have another Boyfriend !&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying this she showed him her new boyfriend.. He was first amazed when she told all this stuff to him, he was even more surprised when he saw her new boyfriend.. it was his best friend in Uni.. the guy with whom he had a friendship for over 10 years.. She has decided to choose his friend over him.. he was utterly devastated.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So you decided to choose my friend instead of him.. Then why did you tell me that you love me.. ??&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" the guy asked with a lot of anger burning in his eyes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled again and replied back "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I never said that I LOVE YOU&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He frowned..and went speechless... he tried his level best to hide his pain and anger at the same time.. He didn't know what has hit him..unable to hold on to those feelings and unable to look at her face again.. he walked away.. still mad with himself.. with her.. and his best friend.. whom he thought has betrayed him.. and his friendship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed  as he saw the new couple with happy smiles everyday when he came to Uni. He was unable to concentrate on his studies as his mind was dwelling on the thoughts about her as he kept asking himself "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where did I go wrong ??&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" he was mad with his friend , he wanted to punch him in the face but he never did it cos he was not that type of a guy. he tried to avoid them as much as he could but whenever he saw her smile.. his anger, hatred and sadness grew to greater heights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and one day during a Uni batch party, he saw his friend alone and having a beer. Remembering everything what has happened with him and being drunk with a lot of wine sunken down his throat, he thought this was the correct time to get back at his friend for taking away the girl he loved so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed up from behind and grabbed his friend shirt collar and was about to punch his friend on his face when his friend yelled " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dude Dude Stop ! Stop !! Don't Do It..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied Back "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You are not a Good Friend.. You took my Girl away from me and you are now dating her.. you broke my heart and trust man .. I need revenge.. I want to smack you in the face for doing this to me..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and aimed his fists to his friends face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend stopped him again and said "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dude Stop It Bro.. It's not worth it.. you are not the only one who got hurt.. she did the same thing to me man.. just take a look around and see .. she is not with me anymore..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was surprised and amazed when he heard those words.. he calmed himself down and looked around. There he saw her.. and with his eyes widening up ..he saw her with another guy.. hugging and kissing and dancing ecstatically.. and he saw another thing that was soo familiar to him.. She was "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smiling&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned back to his friend and said "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You 2 Bro ?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " and his friend replied "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes Bro..She said I didn't say &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Love You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two friends talked about everything Diana did with them and it was quite evident that both of them were fooled around by her fake love, fake kisses and most of all her fake smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years after their graduation the two friends went back to the Uni get together where they met all their old friends.. They also saw Diana whom they got to know was a lecturer in the same Uni. She was with a guy hugging and kissing and having some glasses of wine. When they saw the dude they found one similarity.. It was another Guy.. the dude who was with her during the party was there at the get together as well.. alone.. and having numerous glasses of beer. The two friends realized what has happened and went near the Dude and said one thing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry Mate..guess you have been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DUMPED&lt;/span&gt; too by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dirty Diana..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We guess she told you too that you didn't say to her "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Love You..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-1094139352222695014?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/1094139352222695014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=1094139352222695014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1094139352222695014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1094139352222695014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirty-diana.html' title='Dirty Diana..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SmwXJK66gWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/x-zosnvPPXg/s72-c/cw-antm-diana-container_003936-0e367a-500x667.0.0.0x0.500x667.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-9082431123110954738</id><published>2009-07-20T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:30:09.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Friends Will Always be Friends.. No Matter What..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SmSaTqFlgjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ekKcqayNnOA/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SmSaTqFlgjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ekKcqayNnOA/s320/friendship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360579118983643698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have our misunderstandings from time to time&lt;br /&gt;We do get mad at each other . we never talk to each other&lt;br /&gt;But we always remain friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we are not meeting each other &lt;br /&gt;As often as we may like&lt;br /&gt;We always remember each other &lt;br /&gt;Through a forward mail or a SMS.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think of ourselves sometimes &lt;br /&gt;I guess it's normal to human beings &lt;br /&gt;But still as friends we are together&lt;br /&gt;During good and bad times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosing a Friend is Easy&lt;br /&gt;Making a Friend is Hard&lt;br /&gt;I might have unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Broken your Hearts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember grudges are temporary&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is forever.. &lt;br /&gt;D, L and G Always Remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Will Be ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-9082431123110954738?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/9082431123110954738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=9082431123110954738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/9082431123110954738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/9082431123110954738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-will-always-be-friends-no.html' title='Friends Will Always be Friends.. No Matter What..'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SmSaTqFlgjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ekKcqayNnOA/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-8820016642348961592</id><published>2009-07-15T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:30:40.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs In my Head'/><title type='text'>R Kelly- I Am The Greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BZURU0-VHLM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BZURU0-VHLM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an Awesome Song.. I only heard it for the first time yesterday and It just made me smile after having a bad day at work... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no video as such But listen to the Lyrics.. Its just Simply Awesome =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-8820016642348961592?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/8820016642348961592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=8820016642348961592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/8820016642348961592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/8820016642348961592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/07/r-kelly-i-am-greatest.html' title='R Kelly- I Am The Greatest'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-1109729256263292158</id><published>2009-07-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:59:50.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Boys Do Cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sly4hC32r-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/lm-bnHNecac/s1600-h/men-crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sly4hC32r-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/lm-bnHNecac/s320/men-crying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358360534510383074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something to be ashamed of.. &lt;br /&gt;It's not something to stare at and laugh..&lt;br /&gt;It's not something to be laugh at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are Human Beings 2.. and when they cry openly or at close doors.. Do respect their tears cos it means something.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Never Created Tears tagging it as "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ladies Only..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Remember Always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boys DO Cry.."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-1109729256263292158?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/1109729256263292158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=1109729256263292158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1109729256263292158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/1109729256263292158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/07/boys-do-cry.html' title='Boys Do Cry...'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sly4hC32r-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/lm-bnHNecac/s72-c/men-crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-8170004009010266998</id><published>2009-07-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:46:43.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Runner's Up</title><content type='html'>The following is 50 percent a poem and 50 percent a song..=) Just some thoughts that rang on my head while being stuck on traffic while on the way home today.. Hope you guys like it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SlTM9dn2xPI/AAAAAAAAAlg/A0bIkHMMwvc/s1600-h/logo_circle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SlTM9dn2xPI/AAAAAAAAAlg/A0bIkHMMwvc/s320/logo_circle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356131213146244338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately.. I have begun to realize &lt;br /&gt;You are drifting away from me &lt;br /&gt;Sadly.. I can't talk with you about this &lt;br /&gt;You always seems to get angry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried.. to do my best &lt;br /&gt;To always make you keep you happy &lt;br /&gt;You said.. you are not a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;You always stay away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do you keep running away..?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to test me this way.?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the 2nd best..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be runners up ..&lt;br /&gt;for your heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. I wish I was your Brother&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are always with him not me.. &lt;br /&gt;Its ok.. as long as you treat me well&lt;br /&gt;But you always ignore me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby.. Just give me a sign please &lt;br /&gt;I cannot bear this pain inside.. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. you say or do though &lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to be first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do you keep running away..?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to test me this way.?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the 2nd best..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be runners up ..&lt;br /&gt;for your heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time &lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-8170004009010266998?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/8170004009010266998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=8170004009010266998' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/8170004009010266998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/8170004009010266998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/07/runners-up.html' title='Runner&apos;s Up'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/SlTM9dn2xPI/AAAAAAAAAlg/A0bIkHMMwvc/s72-c/logo_circle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-4070680622301240898</id><published>2009-07-04T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:40:49.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts after a Very Interesting Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sk-iEJhrhBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Rr9oXsopcDs/s1600-h/noanger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sk-iEJhrhBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Rr9oXsopcDs/s320/noanger.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354676674127168530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;".. It gets you no where and in the end you will only have frustrations and will loose respect, trust and mostly friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think Twice" before you "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come to Conclusions..&lt;/span&gt;" quick decisions can lead you into a lot of trouble and later frustration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never believe what others say.. until you have enough evidence to prove to yourself that what those others are saying is true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;" leave your old friends for new ones.. cos only the old ones will stick with you forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You can be a Body Builder&lt;/span&gt;" and a "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fitness Guru&lt;/span&gt;" but having strong bones is not good if you don't have a "Strong Mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Be there for Friends..&lt;/span&gt;" when they need you the "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Most..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Never Betray Your Parents..&lt;/span&gt;" they are the ones who loves you the most.. NOT your "Boy friends.." or ""Girlfriends.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is not found through "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Random Experiences&lt;/span&gt;" Its Eternal Happiness that matters the Most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-4070680622301240898?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/4070680622301240898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=4070680622301240898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/4070680622301240898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/4070680622301240898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts-after-very-interesting.html' title='Random Thoughts after a Very Interesting Week...'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sk-iEJhrhBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Rr9oXsopcDs/s72-c/noanger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-756157864513225877</id><published>2009-06-26T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:43:33.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six List'/><title type='text'>The Six List -  Tribute to "The King of Pop..."</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite singers of all time.. "The King of Pop"...Micheal Jackson passed away on Thursday Night. It was a news that shocked me and really saddened me at the same time cos I have been a fan of his songs from the first day I started listening to him.So as a tribute I decided to dedicate the Six List to him this time.. So here are my top six favorite songs of Micheal Jackson,( It was difficult to choose cos I love almost every track of him) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The King of Pop"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rest in Peace..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 6 - Billie Jean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/CaAD7EizAfw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CaAD7EizAfw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5 - The Way You Make Me Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fJrUa-zKeIc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fJrUa-zKeIc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 4 - Beat it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZkGOiS75Lwk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZkGOiS75Lwk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 3 - Bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ACPsfcsg4ZE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ACPsfcsg4ZE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number 2 - Smooth Criminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ex30DYwQlHU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ex30DYwQlHU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 - Black or White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/YVoJ6OO6lR4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YVoJ6OO6lR4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-756157864513225877?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/756157864513225877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=756157864513225877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/756157864513225877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/756157864513225877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/06/six-list-my-favorite-songs-of-king-of.html' title='The Six List -  Tribute to &quot;The King of Pop...&quot;'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549415.post-702146707003734803</id><published>2009-06-21T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:08:53.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><title type='text'>~Lost Soul ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sj4FmBqEcuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/flhs_RWDfLM/s1600-h/84054_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sj4FmBqEcuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/flhs_RWDfLM/s320/84054_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349719558200783586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised here is my tribute to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Lost Soul"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who has been one of my favorite bloggers for a long time and has been a true friend I found from the early days I started blogging. I was planning to write a tribute to him for a long time but got busy with all sort of stuff which stopped me from doing it till now. He did a tribute to me before me which I really appreciate and feel honored to get one from a fellow blogger =D. Here is my tribute to him hope you like it Brother LS =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When I started Blogging I never thought I will&lt;br /&gt;Find some Awesome people who became my closest Friends&lt;br /&gt;There I found "Lost Soul", an Awesome blogger at his helm&lt;br /&gt;We have been friends ever since and I am glad I met him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blog always reaped, sadness bitterness and tears &lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because of what he went through in life &lt;br /&gt;But the way he put those feelings through words &lt;br /&gt;Just made me read his blog with sheer delight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gem of a blogger, A gem of a human being&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he gives himself credit much&lt;br /&gt;For being soo damn strong on things he went through&lt;br /&gt;When others would drool and cry about.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wicked stories.. his wicked poems &lt;br /&gt;All of them attracted me to his blog&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget the comments he gave me&lt;br /&gt;The encouragement I cannot Thank enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lost Soul, &lt;br /&gt;You are a brother than a friend&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me &lt;br /&gt;When I needed your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember&lt;br /&gt;You are not "Lost" in anyway&lt;br /&gt;Cos if u need to talk to a friend anytime&lt;br /&gt;You know I am just a click away =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Brother LS... You r one of the Best!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8549415-702146707003734803?l=chamindra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/feeds/702146707003734803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8549415&amp;postID=702146707003734803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/702146707003734803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8549415/posts/default/702146707003734803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chamindra.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-soul.html' title='~Lost Soul ~'/><author><name>Disease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07041578153255502517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06680835418140877444'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BzlM7scXYGE/Sj4FmBqEcuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/flhs_RWDfLM/s72-c/84054_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>