<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419</id><updated>2011-05-18T19:44:20.345+01:00</updated><category term='graphic'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='songs'/><category term='movies'/><category term='comics'/><category term='Framing Armageddon'/><category term='skype'/><category term='events'/><category term='art'/><category term='projects'/><category term='photos'/><category term='LAN party. events'/><category term='moods'/><category term='akki'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='General'/><category term='my work'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='my blog'/><category term='WTF?'/><category term='Iced earth'/><category term='poems'/><category term='DC'/><category term='friends'/><category term='me'/><category term='morons'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='places'/><category term='fuck ups'/><category term='disasters'/><category term='the RocK Company'/><category term='random'/><category term='funnies'/><category term='rants'/><category term='music'/><category term='games'/><category term='autos'/><category term='paintings'/><category term='dhamma'/><category term='life'/><category term='tags'/><category term='expressions'/><category term='people'/><category term='software'/><category term='history'/><category term='we'/><category term='mean mean humans'/><category term='word affairs'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces...</title><subtitle type='html'>Just too lazy to pick em up..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4346385039600257326</id><published>2009-02-24T12:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:42:53.189Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Aston Parish Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3303113801_bd56b57c7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3303113801_bd56b57c7b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the Aston Villa Stadium - Birmingham is this lovely church. If I heard right, the first church was built at the same place in 1086 and was rebuilt in 1776, and the current building or the body in 1879 leaving the tower to be the only remaining part from the 1776 medieval building.&lt;br /&gt;Such a love piece of history and architechture.. I went there late evenning to capture the building in the light of the dusk, so I really couldn't get much of the finer details, which I should do sometime later.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3466/3303104337_6f2c823bf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3466/3303104337_6f2c823bf6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A larger version of the images can be seen at &lt;a href="http://www.thackshila.deviantart.com"&gt;My Deviant page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4346385039600257326?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4346385039600257326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4346385039600257326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4346385039600257326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4346385039600257326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2009/02/aston-parish-church.html' title='Aston Parish Church'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3303113801_bd56b57c7b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5900973113401086445</id><published>2009-02-07T19:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:24:33.281Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Witton Cemetery Chapel</title><content type='html'>well snowy UK was quite the thing past week... I myself was in London visiting friends and got stuck there without transport. I had to get my ass back to Birmingham for work on Monday but everything was chaos in London, all buses were completely stopped, most tubes were not working. so I ended up stranded in London. Thankfully my friend decided that he'll drive me to Birmingham. it was around 8.30 PM when i reached here. and well the snow fall was not that bad here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next morning I was walking around, enjoying the snowy landscape when I stepped in to the witton cemetery, which is quite close by to where I live, and caught this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc38.deviantart.com/fs41/i/2009/038/2/7/Witton_Cemetery_chapel_by_Thackshila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 279px;" src="http://fc38.deviantart.com/fs41/i/2009/038/2/7/Witton_Cemetery_chapel_by_Thackshila.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Please click on the image for a larger view.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a sight to be seen. Nikon D60, 18-55 VR lens. (18mm wide end) shutter - 25/1000, F-10, ISO 100. and of coz with a wee bit of post editing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5900973113401086445?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5900973113401086445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5900973113401086445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5900973113401086445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5900973113401086445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2009/02/witton-cemetery-chapel.html' title='Witton Cemetery Chapel'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-2391886819363579061</id><published>2008-11-30T20:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:59:56.350Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>balance... focus... balance...</title><content type='html'>The very thing that i don't have these days... well guess i've not had it for a while now... my story hasn't changed that much during the last few weeks/ months... well as in the day to day things at least. I'm still stuck with my uni work... hardly keeping my head afloat I'd say. but its not excactly that i have too much work. I'm just not doing them efficiantly... I waste time. I know that i have to do all these things but i just keep on wasting my time. doing things that are not important at all!!! the only thing that i seems to doing properly as i'm supposed to be doing is going to work. well even that is coz I don't have an option!! they'll simply fire me and i just can't risk that!! LOL.. so i don't think i'm doing even that properly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what my problem is, as far as i can see is that I don't seems to be balancing my life. U know between studies, work, day to day stuff and leisure... I start to do one thing, but my mind is not there, I switch to another, then my mind is not still focused on that either, so I switch to something else... specially the projects, i keep on swtitching in between my projects and at the end of the day i've not done anything properly... Probably the reason why i'm not focused is taht mind actually is not even in this country anymore!! LOL.. I'm quite sure its with &lt;a href="http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/11/month-ago-this-day.html"&gt;star shine&lt;/a&gt;.. LOL. so thats why i cannot settle down and do anything at all... kinda stupid actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i need to get my act together and really start concentrating on my things.. or i'm gonna get sooooo screwed up by the end of next month. coz i have to hand in three big projects!! right after the christmas holidays...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-2391886819363579061?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/2391886819363579061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=2391886819363579061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2391886819363579061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2391886819363579061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/11/balance-focus-balance.html' title='balance... focus... balance...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4690068998347231553</id><published>2008-11-15T20:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:26:29.100Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A month ago this day...</title><content type='html'>I was still in SL,&lt;br /&gt;I was still 28,&lt;br /&gt;I was still running around like a mad man around SL helping my bro with his post wedding stuff,&lt;br /&gt;I was still thinking that I'll never be in love again,&lt;br /&gt;I was still to meet the best person I've ever met in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I was still holding your hand under the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;I was still unaware how much you could change my life,&lt;br /&gt;I was still single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I met you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to all the family activities that our folks had together they gave us the time we had together,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to you for taking my hand and returning my kiss..&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to you... for making me whole again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that we fell in love... and yes starshine... its been a month... and I'm looking for many many more... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4690068998347231553?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4690068998347231553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4690068998347231553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4690068998347231553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4690068998347231553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/11/month-ago-this-day.html' title='A month ago this day...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8137720980092315542</id><published>2008-11-06T16:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:11:33.055Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akki'/><title type='text'>to you my sis....</title><content type='html'>yep.. another year has gone by akki... plenty has changes around me... loku ayya got married u know.. happened last month.. i was there in SL for little two weeks... if u were still around.. i'm sure I'd have run to see u on the same day I landed... LOL.. a hug from u would've made everything go away as it always did... :) oh well.. shit happens and ur not there.. LOL.. missed ya alot though... its weird though... anyone hardly even talks of ya... well.. at least the normal ppl we used to hang around with... strange how u never leave my mind... I don't think there is a single day that goes by without me thinking of u for a second... something would come up and I'd start thinking well akki would've loved to hear this one... and i bet u would... we always something hilarious to laugh at in everything.. LOL.. we were both equally crazy.. LOL... gosh i miss those days... i miss running around without giving a shit about anything.. i miss talking to about everything... i miss the only person who knew me inside out.... i miss being totally understood by someone else... i miss being loved by u... i miss the hug that made all the horrible things dissappear... i miss my friend... i miss my akki... i miss u.... the best sister that anyone in the world could ever have.... I MISS U SOOO BADLY... when things go wrong and when things are super fine... I know that u'd be really happy to hear about whats goign on around me these days men.. Love u loads akks... hope ur happy wherever u are... u deserve to be... i sure hope i'd meet to somewhere someday in some form... :) and till then, wish you a happy birthday... love ya and miss ya... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8137720980092315542?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8137720980092315542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8137720980092315542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8137720980092315542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8137720980092315542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-you-my-sis.html' title='to you my sis....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6041172210314446017</id><published>2008-10-31T14:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:07:55.912Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ig-llFLnIUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ig-llFLnIUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6041172210314446017?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6041172210314446017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6041172210314446017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6041172210314446017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6041172210314446017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8627857411338129469</id><published>2008-07-23T09:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:54:06.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>New Sri Lankan movie releases !!!</title><content type='html'>Some on mailed this today morning and it simply made my day... LOL.. good stuff.. whoever came up with it, ELA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish at least we get these in SL, coz I hardly come across any SL movie that I can enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Devil wears Bata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story of revenge and pair of lost rubber slippers. Starring Ranjan&lt;br /&gt;Ramanayake (Lankem Romeolus), Anarkali (Julilatha), and a private bus. Shot&lt;br /&gt;entirely on the 138 bus route, this movie features amazing shots of feet&lt;br /&gt;and a crushed wart. Stunts by a bus conductor and soundtrack by The&lt;br /&gt;Centipedes (formerly known as Centigradez)&lt;br /&gt;Rated R for indecent exposure of feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last Samosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An emotional tale of life, tragedy, leftovers and moving on. Based on the&lt;br /&gt;true story of a waiter at Hotel Pilawoos (not played by Tom Cruise), this&lt;br /&gt;movie recounts one man's lone struggle against injustice and local health&lt;br /&gt;inspectors (played by Sanath Gunethelika and &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1216802733_0"&gt;Samuel L. Jackson&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Rated PG for mild scenes of diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School of Jock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the original &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1216802733_1"&gt;School of Rock&lt;/span&gt;, this movie follows a group of&lt;br /&gt;local hip hop artists as they try to reach greater heights by lowering&lt;br /&gt;their pants. Shot entirely on location next to the escalator at Majestic&lt;br /&gt;City, this movie is truly an inspiration for anyone with dyslexia and&lt;br /&gt;oversize pants. Features brand new re-re-re-remixed versions of remixed&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood songs.&lt;br /&gt;Rated PG-13 for bad language and overexposed boxer shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hyde Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new animation by the creators of South Park featuring oversized drawings&lt;br /&gt;of Sri Lankan politicians. This unique animation of a political rally was&lt;br /&gt;done in just 4 colours (blue, green, red and yellow) and features the voice&lt;br /&gt;talents of the inmates of the Dehiwela Zoo and lottery ticket seller from&lt;br /&gt;Slave Island.&lt;br /&gt;Rated R for bad and/or misleading language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;299.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally titled 300, but later changed after a lawsuit. The story of 300&lt;br /&gt;pairs of Bata Slippers and their owners. A story of courage and&lt;br /&gt;determination against all odds and 'Adibas' deck shoes. See a band of brave&lt;br /&gt;Bata owners wield their lethal slippers in some of the greatest combat&lt;br /&gt;scenes in movie history. 'This is for BATAAAA!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;Rated R for extreme violence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8627857411338129469?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8627857411338129469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8627857411338129469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8627857411338129469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8627857411338129469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-sri-lankan-movie-releases.html' title='New Sri Lankan movie releases !!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4948035071521083587</id><published>2008-07-20T18:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:31.682Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic'/><title type='text'>Vigilante</title><content type='html'>Again, I've gone missing, was busy with some stuff, and then I was running around the country to see friends and all..  and then whenever I was at home, I was more like wasting time than doing anything productive!! oh well apart from reading that is, I was reading a lot of Clive Barker so I was in a weird fantasy work half of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was on the phone for a couple of hours with one of my friends the other day, and I have this bad habit of scribbling on something whenever i'm on the phone, then again, i guess a lot ppl have that... anyway, I was playing around on Corel Draw throughout the call, and what u see below is the results, of coz I've spent about two more hours on it after the call, to perfect it... not bad is it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/SIN-ZAOpH3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/tDHCTYg7sgo/s1600-h/Vigilantae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/SIN-ZAOpH3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/tDHCTYg7sgo/s400/Vigilantae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225158960703151986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click on the image for a bigger view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4948035071521083587?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4948035071521083587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4948035071521083587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4948035071521083587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4948035071521083587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/07/vigilante.html' title='Vigilante'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/SIN-ZAOpH3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/tDHCTYg7sgo/s72-c/Vigilantae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-1925069265191732886</id><published>2008-06-23T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:26:32.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SHIT!!!!</title><content type='html'>WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Why not - don't you like being married?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Of course I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Okay, I'd get married again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "You would? (with a hurtful look on her face).&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you live in our house?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Sure, it's a great house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you let her drive my car?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Probably, it is almost new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: - - -silence - -&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "oh shit"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-1925069265191732886?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/1925069265191732886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=1925069265191732886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1925069265191732886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1925069265191732886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-shit.html' title='OH SHIT!!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8597083681284841017</id><published>2008-06-11T23:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:05:47.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A hell of a day!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. this is not me whining again.. but I just had a hell of a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, the stupid burglar alarm went off at around 3.00AM when i was in deep sleep (I went to sleep at around 2.00AM so it totally sucked!!!) so I was up and running around when that bloody alarm was wailing!!! I tried to figure out what the hell was wrong.. but I couldn't.. So I just disabled and reset the bloody thing and went to sleep after a while... probably a power fluctuation or something coz I vaguely remember hearing the alarms of the other houses nearby.. or maybe it was in my head coz that thing is sooo loud it might've left a echo in my ears.. i don't know.. anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wake up and turn my PC on and all of sudden find my self in the middle of some of my friends in a major argument... it was really bad!!! there was like 10 ppl pointlessly (in  way) shouting and yelling each other pointing fingers in all directions... and then another friend comes online saying that she's having a problem.. and unfortunately  I was soooo disturbed with the first stupid thing I couldn't properly address her thingi!!! then, another friend from here calls me up and said that her test results for a suspected cancer has come out quite positive and that she has to go in for another few tests!!! I was like WTF!!!???!!! it was faaaar too much to handle.. and the first problem with my bunch of friends were still going on MSN still.. so ultimately i couldn't eat even... so at 4 o'clock I left to work, then at work I see that two of the idiots who works with me on my station have called in sick and I was give two total noobs to work with!! GREAT!!! it was JUST wonderfull.. so there I was, running around like a mad man trying to get the work done.. which did not turn that bad i must add still it was mentally tiring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways... after all that i'm home now... wondering what else might go wrong before the clock strikes 12.00 LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm quite sad about my two friends whom i mentioned later.. life totally sucks sometime... and its really hard to see ur loved ones suffer badly.. let it be a relationship problem or a health problem.. it totally sucks.. of coz to be diagnosed positive for a cancer is far more worse than a broken heart.. still to each person their pain is a big problem... but I coudn't be propperly their for either of them... they turned to me when they needed someone to talk to and i totally failed them... *sigh* I'm a moron!!! but i was too disturbed and involved in that other case!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my dear friends.... I'd like to dedicate this song for u two....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lDtOtUyRQ8Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lDtOtUyRQ8Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my fav fav songs ever... I love the original REM version.. but I like Andrea better I guess.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8597083681284841017?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8597083681284841017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8597083681284841017' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8597083681284841017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8597083681284841017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/06/hell-of-day.html' title='A hell of a day!!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-2121078388578675687</id><published>2008-06-10T02:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:58:17.244+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><title type='text'>Crazy 7</title><content type='html'>ok.. so here I was minding my own business and swimming in my own ocean of thoughts (more like suba diving or even on an expedition in a submarine!!) and totally lost in it... I emerge from my little private dive and check my blog and I've been tagged!! Tagged to write about 7 crazy things about me!!! and I thank &lt;a href="http://fathha.blogspot.com/"&gt;A She Mind&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;The rules:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random,      some weird. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their      names as well as links to their blogs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a      comment on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;so the 7 weird random things in no particular order!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hardly speak.. and my voice has a really low volume and most of the time ppl hardly hear me!!! (but there are exceptions with some people) and I'd rather use a text based conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I broke my left ring finger after a fight when I was in grade 9 and since i never told my parents it was never fixed properly!! LOL.. its hardly noticeable but now it bends in rather awkward way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to have 39 teeth.. (untill the docs pulled out my vampire teeth.. and a couple.. and yeah.. i'm a freak of nature!! sue me!!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I can put a single track on repeat for hours... (the last one i did was One last goodbye - Anathema the play count is like 250 I think!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;people nudging me on MSN... I cannot stand it.. it startles me and drives me insane.. I F*&amp;amp;#ing hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last saturday I got one of my friends to do a Mehndi/henna pattern on my left palm!! (I know I know.. shush... shut it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For the past 7 years, I've been suffering from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tietze%27s_syndrome"&gt;Costochondrits&lt;/a&gt; (yes u read it right... 7 years!! and its a BITCH!!!) and my my best friend here too suffers from the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,  since i've been living in my own dreamland for a week and apparently since the whole blogosphere has been tagged left right and centre and, I don't have that many ppl to tag at the mo. I'll look deeper to see if someone has been left or I'll just tag seven randomers.. I know its violating the holy tagging code but may the gods of tagging please please forgive me for leaving that part for later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-2121078388578675687?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/2121078388578675687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=2121078388578675687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2121078388578675687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2121078388578675687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-7.html' title='Crazy 7'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-227572362549183612</id><published>2008-05-21T00:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:08:39.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><title type='text'>Thackshila you stupid A$$!!!</title><content type='html'>I was out in the city today, with my friend, and her two friends who joined us later. So I was out with three pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;    We had lunch and then we headed towards the &lt;a href="http://www.bullring.co.uk/website/"&gt;Bull ring&lt;/a&gt;, the main shopping area of Birmingham. We all walked through the crowd, the girls were deeply involved in one of there girly talks about a the last weekend partying session. and I was just going with the flow but not really being able to relate to the conversation. I suck at verbal communication when it comes to stuff like that anyways, being a bit "socially backwards" I like to keep me to myself and well maybe my PC!!!!.  Either way, them three were talking about something and I was walking with them in the crowd. It was an ok day, not very warm, but still sunny. the roof of the bull ring is something that I always loved, Its full transparent and the sun comes and floods the whole interior. I think the building is like four stories or something. So anyways i was walking through the crowd and thinking that its a good location for a spider man action sequence. I mean its tall enough for him to swing around, the transparent roof will be awesome. of coz ppl could scream and run around and probably we can place MJ strategically to make it all interesting.. Specially since both the top and bottom level can be accessed as a "ground level" (if that made sense!!! what i mean to say is that its build in a slope kinda land so both the top level and the ground (or the last level) can be accessed as it was a ground floor of a normal building!!! very much like the crescat for the [SL buggers.])&lt;br /&gt;    so I was like all having a good fine bit of action between spidy and the villains  in my own imagination land while the girls were at their own talk!!! all of sudden my friend stop turn at me&lt;br /&gt;says "Thack this is the ladies!! (or something similar!!) it took me a while to realize that she was talking to me and snap back from my own world, then another moment to realize that i've actually walked in to the ladies loo area behind them!!!&lt;br /&gt;    Thankfully, it was only the lounge sorta area in the ladies toilets not the actual loo itself, but still it was bad enough.. specially it being me!!! I dont quite remember how or what i did., i remember some women staring at me... i think i managed to excuse and apologize and pretend that i thought the gents loo was somewhere around or something.. but bottom line, I made a total fucking ass out of myself!!&lt;br /&gt;    I mean come on!!! what the hell!!! I know I can be a bit nerdy and geeky.. and get stuck in my own thoughts and world quite often and act like a mindless prick!!! I often get lost in various characters and fights while I'm walking around every now and then.. but this is like bad... fucking embarrassing!!! |LOL... surely them girls must be thinking I'm a real nut job... LOL.. not that that its wrong.. its just.. errr.. fucking retarded.&lt;br /&gt;    Now this doesn't mean that i'm gonna change and not to think about a good bit of action sequence when i'm walking about... Its insane i can't change LOL!! but I need to be a wee bit focused when I'm with others I guess.. I'm so used to the idea of being by me self, and my buddies in SL who actually were a bit like me and the auto-pilot modes that takes me to places, eitherway... Its a mess.. LOL.. damn.. embarrassment!!! shit.. much much worse than the time i was walking while reading a book and bumped on to a lamp post and broke my glasses!!!! shit!!! Next time girls, just shoot me or just push me in front of a speeding truck or something!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-227572362549183612?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/227572362549183612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=227572362549183612' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/227572362549183612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/227572362549183612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/05/thackshila-you-stupid.html' title='Thackshila you stupid A$$!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8187928429231858317</id><published>2008-05-18T11:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:20:45.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bit of drama!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the guy who did that exhibition last weekend at the gallery right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant... It was really interesting....  Loved your work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I know that this is out of the blue... but do u see that girl over there in the red top??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one?? The one with short hair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. she's my good friend... and she really fancies you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.. well.. erm.. well.. I'm not available..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.. well... too bad i guess... are you in a relationship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. well.. not exactly.. I am.. but.. err.. well,.. I'm gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!! ok then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8187928429231858317?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8187928429231858317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8187928429231858317' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8187928429231858317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8187928429231858317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/05/bit-of-drama.html' title='bit of drama!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-3328644658627933865</id><published>2008-05-17T23:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:27:41.491+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Love Story.</title><content type='html'>She met him, she said hi!!!&lt;br /&gt;He saw her, he felt complete,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a friend, different from others,&lt;br /&gt;He found a good friend, special from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was heart broken, Her world darkened,&lt;br /&gt;He saw her crying, His heart was shattered!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was lost, her thoughts confused,&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd be there for her, to help and guide her along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love, Her heart filled with joy,&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, he was happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're getting married"!!, her eyes gleamed with joy.&lt;br /&gt;He hugged her, "congratulations" he whispered!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes I do"!, she said in front of god,&lt;br /&gt;He stood in the crowd, his eyes filled with tears,&lt;br /&gt;"all the best my friend" he whispered to himself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-3328644658627933865?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/3328644658627933865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=3328644658627933865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3328644658627933865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3328644658627933865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-story.html' title='Love Story.'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-3875012869481993218</id><published>2008-05-11T21:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:39:21.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>A note from my ex....</title><content type='html'>Dear Thack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I hope you're doing well. Its weird how we all start a written message or a mail with that statement... Since I know you well, I know that to everyone's eye you must be "doing well"... Then again I know your fluctuating  moods.&lt;br /&gt;   I think I know you well enough to say that you're bugged with something... Of coz unlike most other people I know, instead of your face and your words, your published work has always been the reflection of your inner self. and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is not straight forward!! You always hide your emotions in a cyclone of (almost) irrelevant words within your work. I should say that it was nearly impossible for me to read you most of the time, but then again, you always managed to show what exactly you wanted others to read, and then maybe sometimes you decided against it ended up confusing your reader again with something else... it was interesting and frustrating at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok, leave that bit for the time being. I'm good. Life is going on as it could and I'm living a purposeful life. I have my targets to cover, and I have dreams that I pursue and I enjoy on my way. True its not easy, but its my believe that it couldn't have happened any other way. I know that the we all think from time to time that we could've had a better life. True... we could've; or we could've not!!! as you always expected, my honest answer will be, no one would know!!! But looking at a chain of events in my recent years, I'd say things happen for a reason, and its almost impossible for it to happen otherwise. Both you and I through our experience know that we make the best choice that we could make at the given point; which leads us to the present. The choice of course is always the killer I suppose. So yeah, we made our choices in the past and our paths have being lead by them to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Shifting the focus back to you my friend; (well I'll happily call you my friend still because you are. I found the best of friends in you before everything turned in to a beautiful relationship which followed by a complicated mess!)  I'm not happy that you're still lingering in your past. It'll be partly my fault, since I know your weaknesses maybe I should step completely away, so that you will not be reminded of and start reliving your past. You were a good friend who helped me through my life, being there through each and every step sharing. and I'm quite sure that you still are the nice helpful dude I used to know. It was your weakness and your strength. I know how careful you are in your relationships and how you try to manage each and everything in your relationships. Even though I still strongly disagree with your way; I still believe that you always had the reasons to act the way you did; which you could always explain in great detail and it always made sense!! After all, you are the kind of person who'd take a fall instead of hurting even your enemy. in that way you're a bit weak I think, but again I know you'd face the fall directly, and be happy about how you managed to keep your cool and how much the other person needed that, making you stronger than anyone who'd just face things with anger or rage. You always said that if you think you understand better than the others, then its you would do things that other people might think crazy, weird or even kissing ass!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Which of course makes you "that" guy!! :P (of course you knew where this is heading to didn't you??) Probably that was the first time I've seen you pouring yourself out like that. I thank you and appreciate you for the person you are. Even though you being "that guy" did actually caused a lot "problems" in the last bit of our life, it is whom you are!!! I don't think you can help it even if you tried to. and I know for a fact that you help or be there for people who deserve/ need it. I don't know where the note/ Blog post was aimed to. Maybe it was just self realisation or it was meant to go to someone specific or it was just aimed at your past. as for&lt;br /&gt;   Self realization–well you probably knew yourself before that writing, and I know that you hardly spit things out for the person whom you'd reach out to read. You'd probably wait for them to realise or simply be a very honest and say it to the face. If its aimed at your past. well, I never too you for a fool but there was a point that I thought you (are)were  extremely selfish!!! I'm sorry that I'm trying to analyse your action right now, but I'm just trying your methods I guess!! (and yep, I still hate the fact that you always had to analyse each and every thing in a relationship... Oh how much I hated it when you'd sit back, take a few seconds with a blank face to think, i could see the chain of thoughts running on head head!!!! I still say that sometime you SHOULD let things happen and leave the analysing out!!!) anyway, back to the topic, You are that guy, and I could relate and even add a fair bit to that list. I know that you do all that, and let the person to turn the back to you; but still will be able to NOT to get pissed off with the person and just be happy that you helped. I know how many people did that to you even. I just wanted to know, people probably realise whom you are and appreciate your help and support. It disturbs me that you spat that out, because its highly unlike you. You've always been a good friend to people. Truthful, honest and caring we love you for that. I miss the comfort zone that I had with you, I miss sharing every ridiculous though and incident of my day in the afternoon, I miss the good fine intellectually stimulating talks we used to have, I miss being able to read a novel and have a fine discussion over it, I miss walking on a road and being able to make a joke of every stone, pebble or a blade of grass that we might encounter on our way. I miss my friend. You are a better friend than a lover. You can give love in a way that others cannot or maybe even wouldn't. I don't see things been any different from how they're now though, things happen for a reason, just try to realize the reason. after all, you always searched for a purpose and reason in life, maybe it is to share the kindness and love you have within you...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   I hope that your emotional hurricane will settle and everything will turn out to be ok soon. You just be yourself, and let people accept you for whom you are!! thats what you always said, and I know that its actually the best thing to do. True everyone has their weaknesses and everyone makes mistakes and fall sometimes. but whats important is that you learn, (which you always did..) it makes you a better person every time I suppose. that is what makes a person.. Thats what makes you THAT guy whom you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-3875012869481993218?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/3875012869481993218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=3875012869481993218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3875012869481993218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3875012869481993218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-from-my-ex.html' title='A note from my ex....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4564841824179455016</id><published>2008-05-10T00:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:43:22.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Emotionally weird..</title><content type='html'>when I was young, I loved to stare at the sky. I always was fascinated by the millions tiny little flickering lights that hung over us. When I read and learnt about all the theories about the universe and its immense size, I used to screw my brains off trying to think in to the infinity... I used to stare up and wonder what the hell am I? Time has gone by since then, I couldn't see stars when i looked up at colombo, all u see is the orange haziness!! even here, u only can spot venus and a few other bright ones through the smog!!!.. but I still find myself wondering, what the hell am I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I feel weird... I look outside at everything... and i can't help thinking, what would be others seeing right now??? its weird to think that we don't see us, but we see everything else!!! The concept of the "third person view" really fascinates me... I often wish if  I could jump out of my body and have a good look at my own self... as if i'm looking at another person... don't u think it'll be fascinating?? and its really really funny to think that I've seen all these people but not myself!!! its only but a reflection I've seen!!!which we can take metaphorically, that we don't see ourselves.. this in a way could be really true when think about urself and the others around u... We often are biased on anything when it comes to our own selves!! we often are never wrong... we totally disregard chunks of valid data just to prove ourselves right and even go up to extremes to make sure that people see it ourway.. totally ignoring the real facts of the situation!!! we always try to judge everyone and everything else but ourselves!!! Ever since i've noticed this, i've always tried to take a step back, and think and look at everything through... of coz its really really hard!! but I try... I think me trying to do that have given me great insight about myself. and this definitely has adjusted my way of life and thinking and reacting patterns. People tend to think I'm a bit weird and different to a "normal" person... when one of my friends told me that, I asked her "what is normal??" to which she laughed!! its strange how people standardise things.. but the sad thing is, they totally forget about humans being individuals!!! sometimes I did too wondered if what they say is true and that i've lost it or something.!! but then after thinking a bit hard I realized that they're just being human!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4564841824179455016?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4564841824179455016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4564841824179455016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4564841824179455016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4564841824179455016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotionally-weird.html' title='Emotionally weird..'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6617253541798679222</id><published>2008-05-09T00:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:27:04.046+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Guess its because I'm THAT guy!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, U might ask me, why??? Of coz I didn't have to help you, no one else did!!! and in a way even YOU do not seems to be bothered about your things as much as I do!!!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I did do it,.. but still ... why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz i'm the guy who'd help you out,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy who'd do it for u, and never expect anything from u in return,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy who's happy that you're my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy who'd do anything to see a smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy you calls when you need to pour your heart out,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy whom will be in your background always giving all the support you need,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy who'd be there for u when u'r in trouble and in need,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy whom finds you pretty, even when u just got out of bed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy who's accepted you for whom you are,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy whom u can neglect all you want but still hang around watching and caring,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy whom you know that will be there for you, still slip out of your mind when things are right,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy whom you forget the moment I step out of the door,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the guy who won't get pissed off coz you ditch my calls,&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm the guy who loves you and not expect it in return,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You might take me for a fool, and a fool I might be, and I'm not noble either, I do what makes me feel happy, guess it makes me that guy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6617253541798679222?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6617253541798679222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6617253541798679222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6617253541798679222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6617253541798679222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-its-because-im-that-guy.html' title='Guess its because I&apos;m THAT guy!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-1700712599232704003</id><published>2008-05-07T01:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:01:27.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><title type='text'>randomly bored.. or maybe just bored!!!...</title><content type='html'>Its  been a weirdly long time since I've posted anything at all here.. of coz there was that last post but that was more like an advertisement!!! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is becoming quite a crappy random collection of writings i've done in various moods.. well.. fuck it.. I can' be bothered!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... its 2.00 AM, I've come back from work a few hours ago, and tried to work on an assignment.. which of coz didn't quite work and ended up browsing around aimlessly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, recently has been weird.. for about four five months my life was a routine.. uni - work - uni - work, i left home at a certain time, took the same bus in the morning, same bus in the night back home... i never was a creature of habbits as such. I always kept things quite random and I liked it.. but I noticed that i've really got in to a weirdly boring routine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human interaction too has gone down quite significantly... I've hardly gone out with friends... actually I've begun to stick only a very few good friend(S)...  of coz i've kept myself busy with online friends... what i'm talking about it physically going out with friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. i'm trying to break away from it.. otherwise i'll end up being a real boring piece of shit!!! which i think i am already.. my communication skills are going down rapidly!! probably because i hardly talk to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I'm creativity too seems to suffer a bit from all this imbalance... not just drawing and painting but coming up with new ideas.... i seems to have lost my old touch and become a bit stale in that department...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I got to break free!!! Thats a good place to start.. I'll start with listening to Freddie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-1700712599232704003?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/1700712599232704003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=1700712599232704003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1700712599232704003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1700712599232704003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/05/randomly-bored-or-maybe-just-bored.html' title='randomly bored.. or maybe just bored!!!...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-2430709787014758626</id><published>2008-04-21T15:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:31.976Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAN party. events'/><title type='text'>Attention Sri Lankan Video Gamers!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 457px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/SAyjondgTcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lcPZGfQrRgI/s400/L5+poster+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191704388634168770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 680px; height: 751px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIGGEST LAN Party in Sri Lanka is about to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L5 - The 5th LAN party organised by Death Company. A full weekend of pure non-stop gaming.&lt;br /&gt;The event will be packed with tournaments, and you can play with head to head with the best gamers in Sri Lanka at the same place, the same time. Test your (your Clan / team) skills with the rest of the gamers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When&lt;/b&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start : Saturday - April 26th at 9:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;End : Sunday - April 27th at 9:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where&lt;/b&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital Mall Banquet Hall,&lt;br /&gt;No.531, Capital Mall Building,&lt;br /&gt;Madiwela Road, Thalawathugoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entrance&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Free&lt;/b&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't yet seen a lan party and need some information please feel free to drop by at anytime and &lt;b&gt;with or without your parents.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What games&lt;/b&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Games :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter Strike 1.6&lt;br /&gt;Call of Duty 4&lt;br /&gt;Unreal Tournament 2004&lt;br /&gt;Warcraft III TFT: DotA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternate Games :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starcraft,&lt;br /&gt;Need for Speed: Underground 2,&lt;br /&gt;Command &amp;amp; Conquer 3, Quake 3, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a suggestion, let us know and we might give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Register at &lt;a href="http://www.deathcompany.org/lan/"&gt;http://www.deathcompany.org/lan/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any questions??? e mail  - contactus@deathcompany.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-2430709787014758626?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/2430709787014758626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=2430709787014758626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2430709787014758626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2430709787014758626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/04/attention-sri-lankan-video-gamers.html' title='Attention Sri Lankan Video Gamers!!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/SAyjondgTcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lcPZGfQrRgI/s72-c/L5+poster+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8519595742899029709</id><published>2008-03-29T02:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:32.195Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><title type='text'>The Poison Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/R-2oQos9ImI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ji1F-s5Ey-4/s1600-h/Poison+Queen+med+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/R-2oQos9ImI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ji1F-s5Ey-4/s400/Poison+Queen+med+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182983749930656354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS3, about five hours. Most of the time was spend on the dress and the chair unfortunately... :) I love my Intuos... worth every penny spent on it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8519595742899029709?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8519595742899029709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8519595742899029709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8519595742899029709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8519595742899029709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/03/poison-queen.html' title='The Poison Queen'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/R-2oQos9ImI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ji1F-s5Ey-4/s72-c/Poison+Queen+med+res.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4182073092256292759</id><published>2008-03-23T11:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:18:14.757Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Oh well.. back again...</title><content type='html'>well.. its been a while... as usual, same excuse.. was too busy to jot down a few words here... the funny thing about time is that we're always running out of it.. :S what to do... ??... above all i think my time management is horrible... and i'm kinda slow doing things too... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life right now is SOOOOOO boring for me... its the same cycle repeating over and over again.. my whole world is limited to the Uni, Work, Librarry and some occassional visits to the city to look for something... The worst part is that I don't have much time for gaming even... I'm trying to squeeze in COD4 in to that... but barely making it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things can get slightly better now, since its easter hols... thank god for that... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW - I got myself a Wacom Intuos 3, A5 wide one... cost all that I had (yep i'm poor!!!) but its all worth it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... need to get back to do some stuff now... have some illustrations to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4182073092256292759?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4182073092256292759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4182073092256292759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4182073092256292759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4182073092256292759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-well-back-again.html' title='Oh well.. back again...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4837749644830932947</id><published>2008-02-10T01:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:32.691Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>BreathLess</title><content type='html'>I hardly ever post anything about my work... as in the stuff that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks were horribly hectic.. was running around trying to finish off a couple of big assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was a styling project, we had a little less than three weeks to do the research, come up with a theme and do a photo shoot that could go in to a fashion mag... fun, but ALOT of work.. specially when I had no fucking clue to where to get the photographers/ studios etc.. So instead of going all "Professional" as I was supposed to I teamed up with another girl from my batch (as we were allowed to do it in tiny groups - to cover the expenses mainly) went to the 3rd year Photography students and got one of them, and used the uni Studios, which come at no cost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. the Theme - which we called BreathLess; is to look back at the model(mannequin) herself... Its fascinating when I started to think of it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;"For a long time in history, ‘Mannequins’ or human made models/ dolls were used to demonstrate the arrangement of drapery and to display clothing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;The Parisian shop girl Marie Vernet Worth goes down in the history of fashion as the first “Professional Fashion Model/ Mannequin” when she was used to portray her designer husband Charles Frederick Worth’s clothes in 1853. Giving birth to a line of careers that never was before, which has grew and branched in to many careers very soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;In their 1981 Pop Album, The Man-Machine, the German pop group Kraftwrek released their hit song “Das Model” where they sang, “She shows her body off for consumer goods”, is highlighting the ambiguous status of the fashion model at that time, whose own body has become an object in the course of modelling clothes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;But in their 1986 movie “Street crocodiles” (based on the novel by Bruno Schultz) the film makers ‘The brothers Quay’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;portrays ‘Reversal’ of the above statement by Krafwrek. In the movie the tailor’s dummies come alive and take over his shop. They capture their former master and dismantle him like a doll the way he used to dismantle them. They measure him up, go through samples of fabric and trimming and sew an outfit to dress him up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Later in late 1990’s Hussein Chalayan and Alexender Mc Queen portrays similar reversal by substituting dummies or mannequins for fashion models on a catwalk, and by exaggerating and playing on the ‘robotic’ qualities of a human model. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Today mannequins are used largely and widely in the commercial fashion retail industry as a medium to display the new ‘Looks’ and ‘trends’ in the fashion world. Real life like figures, skin colours and textures to simulate real skin, expensive wigs and with a brilliant combination of lighting sometimes the figures are so real-like you hardly can tell the difference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;One interesting aspect is that, it’s only the ‘look’ that changes everyday. The mannequin or the model remains the same as the seasons go passing by. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As there masters use them as ‘tools’ to display the fashions of the season, they stare at the horizon with their fixed gaze, single expression on their rigid bodies...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;living a single moment... Forever..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we did was to take the idea of the "reversal"; and turn the model in to a living breathing mannequin, stripping off the life and soul out of her, exaggerating the fact that today the model has become nothing more than an "object" than a human...(which i find sad as a human!!); and capturing her in one single moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did a lot of running around everywhere... looking at stuff.. looking at the actual mannequins.. different outfits, looking at a million fashion publications just to see what we can do differently.. and within the theme too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are two of the pictures that we picked out of the shoot... the one on the left is the one that went in to the presentation; it went well with our theme... and the one on the right.. I just loved it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/R65fvc-poKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ncLAVUrQZgs/s1600-h/breathless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/R65fvc-poKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ncLAVUrQZgs/s400/breathless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165171091477995682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choosing the outfit was kinda a nightmare... We wanted to illustrate the rigidness and the movement, the solidity and the softness, the lifelessness and the seductiveness at the same time... it was a nightmare!!! and we were told that the out fit should have elements of the current trends too... we picked up a pencil skirt, which is eternally in with the cooperate/ serious look but at the same time it really enhances the natural curves of a female too.. givin a slight sexy and seductive look. everywhere we looked.. at each window display we noticed frills!!! maybe its just birmingham but i don't know.. we say frills in different shape and forms.. and it struck to us as a nice way to give a flow to the rigidness... thus.. the big frill.. I liked it after it was all pinned up... :)&lt;br /&gt;The shoes are not all that visible but.. the shoes were kinda nice too... open toe, gloss finished shoes with a about 6" heel.. she looked quite good standing on em.. the angle of the shot really doesn't show anything much of the shoe.. still it was an essential part of the outfit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting... too was another diffi part.. to make up the mind on lighting was not that easy.. but I kinda had a vision of a single light and a black background... and the model to fade in to black.. to enhace the death or lifelessness of the whole picture.. and well.. I wanted it to look a bit glamorous too... which i think we've managed to tackle in our own way...  i saw natural backgrounds and white backgrounds in all other publications... and i just didn't want that...&lt;br /&gt;the second light that u see on the pic on the right is not exactly a light.. only a reflector..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up was totally done by my partner in the project. it was quite simple and straight forward.. only detailed around the eyes.. which of coz is not that much visible in any of these two pics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4837749644830932947?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4837749644830932947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4837749644830932947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4837749644830932947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4837749644830932947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/02/breathless.html' title='BreathLess'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/R65fvc-poKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ncLAVUrQZgs/s72-c/breathless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-769375814411245698</id><published>2008-01-23T01:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:17:35.046Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean mean humans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><title type='text'>The next time u buy furr or furr trimmed clothing...</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea02d2b1a74fd208" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea02d2b1a74fd208%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330101171%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A24262A7E51C1E6867AA18224A42E776649C4E5.29C8F924AFFF8B4204CA39A79CC706BF31EF4E5E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea02d2b1a74fd208%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDYIHSwBZHXBS_Mv1ND_8LxvOboE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea02d2b1a74fd208%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330101171%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A24262A7E51C1E6867AA18224A42E776649C4E5.29C8F924AFFF8B4204CA39A79CC706BF31EF4E5E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea02d2b1a74fd208%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDYIHSwBZHXBS_Mv1ND_8LxvOboE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price they pay for a better day for us.... long live "humans!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cx_4s5YWKLE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cx_4s5YWKLE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true... maybe you'd say that most of the medication and stuff were through cruelty like this... but then again.. just put yourself in their shoes... what will happen if some super being of some sort came around and put us through experiments and shit.. you know like to find a cure for some shitty cancer that they got after smoking 50 cigarettes a day??? How would you feel???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-769375814411245698?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ea02d2b1a74fd208&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/769375814411245698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=769375814411245698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/769375814411245698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/769375814411245698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/01/next-time-u-buy-furr-or-furr-trimmed.html' title='The next time u buy furr or furr trimmed clothing...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-2231777104271759185</id><published>2008-01-21T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:32.862Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Amma........</title><content type='html'>This came through an E mail today... I know its kinda long and it takes a bit too much effort and time... but take that effort and time to read it... its worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pls click on the image for a bigger size)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/R5W8qgIi9sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/N_yMtAdcocM/s1600-h/AyennanAmmaAayannenAadaraya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/R5W8qgIi9sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/N_yMtAdcocM/s400/AyennanAmmaAayannenAadaraya1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158236386589079234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=42507c566e&amp;amp;realattid=0.10&amp;amp;attid=0.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11795f472a424f8a"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-2231777104271759185?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/2231777104271759185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=2231777104271759185' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2231777104271759185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2231777104271759185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/01/amma.html' title='Amma........'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/R5W8qgIi9sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/N_yMtAdcocM/s72-c/AyennanAmmaAayannenAadaraya1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-7430147700489886598</id><published>2008-01-19T00:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:43:01.918Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Attention all Video Gamers in Sri Lanka....  Do NOT miss this one out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.deathcompany.org/index.php?topic=231.0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organized by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forum.deathcompany.org/index.php?topic=231.0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/81tyrly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join &lt;a href="http://forum.deathcompany.org/"&gt;Death Company&lt;/a&gt; at their 4th LAN Party, L4 where everyone is invited, and experience multi-player gaming on a whole new level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people... if you are an enthusiastic gamer... you CANNOT miss this one out... 26th and 27th will be 48 hours of non-stop gaming!!! Now what kind of a gamer would miss that out??!!! All u need to bring is you PC (DC have the games required) and if you can manage about Rs.800 for food and drinks... and oh.. you need to tell them that you're coming too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time &amp;amp; Venue: 9.00 AM onwards - at -  47/10 Park Road, Ratmalana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... how would u let them know or find out more.. easy..&lt;br /&gt;Call :  Xuan on +94777888078.  He'll be more than happy to fill you in... or click &lt;a href="http://forum.deathcompany.org/index.php?topic=231.0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be all kinds of gamers in from SL and will be playing games of all genres... there will be challenges and fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you consider yourself a video gamer.. THIS is where you should be next weekend... see you at L4 gamers... and be prepared...  Be there or miss out the best weekend gaming experience... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ur not in to PC gaming at all.. but if you know some one who is... well just let them know.. you just might make them VERY happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-7430147700489886598?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/7430147700489886598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=7430147700489886598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7430147700489886598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7430147700489886598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/01/attention-all-video-gamers-in-sri-lanka.html' title='Attention all Video Gamers in Sri Lanka....  Do NOT miss this one out...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.tinypic.com/81tyrly_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-3819842028888200167</id><published>2008-01-13T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:31:17.685Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><title type='text'>Fashion Line coffins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex is often used to promote various kinds of products, services, ideas and expressions... Simple reason is that it attracts attention... Bikini models have been used all over... in various forms in a wide variety... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this... well... this is kinda awkward... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cofanifunebri.com/"&gt;Cofanifunebri&lt;/a&gt;... a coffin making company has lauched a new line of products what they call "Fashion Line Coffins".... exquisitely finished beautiful coffins... thats good.. if u want to take a grand funeral for ur loved on... this is just great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the advertising... well.. err... hmmm... u take a look urself.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cofanifunebri.com/la_produzione/bruna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikini Models are used all over.. but on coffins... WEAK!!!!!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cofanifunebri.com/la_produzione/greca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewwww :( and look at the models expression &gt; "beautiful coffin... it'll be all yours if you die soon!  yay!!!!!!... doesn't this make u wanna die soon???" - damn!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cofanifunebri.com/la_produzione/orchidea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTF????? damn!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cofanifunebri.com/la_produzione/cristoeuropa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The vibrance of death!!!!! Brilliant color theme for a COFFIN!!!! pls..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and last but not definitely not the least.... my personal fav.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cofanifunebri.com/la_produzione/stile_impero1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words fail....&lt;br /&gt;(what do u think she's trying to tell us??? take the coffin and...... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about Ad scams!!! geez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-3819842028888200167?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/3819842028888200167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=3819842028888200167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3819842028888200167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3819842028888200167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/01/fashion-line-coffins.html' title='Fashion Line coffins....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-483498152157171715</id><published>2008-01-03T01:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:53:00.157Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A little something for the new year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="jokeText" id="auto"&gt;                                                     &lt;p&gt;Adam was walking around the Garden of Eden feeling very lonely, so God asked Adam, "What is wrong with you?" Adam said he didn't have anyone to talk to. God said he was going to give him a companion and she would be called "woman." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God said, "This person will cook for you and wash your clothes, she will always agree with every decision you make. She will bear your children and never ask you to get up in the middle of the night to take care of them. She will not nag you, and will always be the first to admit she was wrong when you've had a disagreement. She will never have a headache, and will freely give love and compassion whenever needed." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Adam asked God, "What will this woman cost?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; God said, "An arm and a leg."!!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Adam asked, "What can I get for just a rib?"&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/35835419-483498152157171715?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/483498152157171715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=483498152157171715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/483498152157171715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/483498152157171715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-something-for-new-year.html' title='A little something for the new year....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8413508910822311973</id><published>2008-01-03T01:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:40:13.549Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressions'/><title type='text'>Another year......</title><content type='html'>Well.. here we are... 2008... just like that... he he he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since Jan 2007, I'm still not over my ex, I've resigned from my job, I'm 8000 miles away ... leaving everyone I know and love... go settled in a totally strange land.. and well.. doing good too... :) but it was wild ride... specially the leaving my job part... it was not due to having to leave for my studies... it was because of a slutty lying bitch at work who thought that I was "problem" for her career!! and a stupid enough chairman who actually bought a story that made no sense... ya whatever.... heard the accusations on the first day.. and the next day i resigner.. it was totally pointless..  thankfully i had by back up plans already in motion.. so it was ok... I left the country after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing was... to leave my parents and my bro's and specially my friends.. whom i spend all my free time with... and all the other comforts.. the cool income and the car... which i cannot afford anymore.. and have to rely on public transport... [which is much better than sl.. but still... :( ] but it was good change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird the way how I celebrated though... Frankly I didn't celebrate at all... went to the local library.. and got myself a book that i always wanted to read.. that was about it... thinking of it... i think i can see a few reasons why I just stayed in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first... I simply was not bothered...&lt;br /&gt;second... the company... I had the coolest friends back in SL.. and i never met anyone who could even match that here... of coz they're totally different..but very nice friendly people.. but.. maybe for me it takes a while to make friends... anyways... if i had some cooler company.. it might have been different...&lt;br /&gt;third... hate to admit it but financial.... :P yeah well... not easy to spend in multiplications of 220 u know.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unlike any of u.. I went to places that only u can go in ur imagination.. and frankly i totally lost track of time untill i hear the fireworks... he he he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of fireworks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard that at London they spend 1 million pounds for new years ever fireworks display thing...&lt;br /&gt;that would be about 200 million SL rupees... now THAT is wasting... just imagine what they could've done with that money... a half of it maybe... around the world.. how much needy people are there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. well... maybe thats something we all can think of in this new year.... again.. no one will actually bother even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Hope all of u will have a good one... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8413508910822311973?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8413508910822311973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8413508910822311973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8413508910822311973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8413508910822311973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-year.html' title='Another year......'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-2200812173579220244</id><published>2007-12-29T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-29T18:08:05.637Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iced earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Framing Armageddon'/><title type='text'>Iced Earth - Framing Armargeddon - The Story of the Setians...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icedearth.com/discography/c_fa_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.icedearth.com/discography/c_fa_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced earth's 9th studio album - Framing Armageddon (Something wicked Part 1) was released on September 11th... It took sometime to find its way to my hand.. and it took some more time for me to sit back and listen to it properly.. thus.. the delay in this article..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way...  I was doing a bit of snooping around on the internet to see what other ppl had to say about the album... well.. they talk about Scheffar's amazing lyrics.. Tim "Ripper's" vocals... the brilliance of music etc etc... all the stuff that you'd hear about an album on a review... but no one seems to be telling what Schaffer is saying.. the story... So instead of talking about the music and lyrics.. I'll tell the story of the Setians... (of coz this is mentioned in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Framing_Armageddon_%28Something_Wicked_Part_1%29"&gt;Wki)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is set twelve thousands of years ago... on Earth....&lt;br /&gt;Setians  are  Scheffar's fictional group of beings - direct descendants of the Creator (or God) who were full of knowledge, who called Earth home.&lt;br /&gt;Humans... the greed and war hunger driven race... who were capable of space travelling... attacks earth and the Setians to claim their Unlimited knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of coz is foreseen by the Elder (Possibly the high priest of Setians)... who conjures  the master plan to secure their knowledge and keep it safe from the humans.&lt;br /&gt;The second track.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Something Wicked Part 1"&lt;/span&gt; kick starts the album introducing this... The Vision of the elder and the prophecy of the saviour...   and the Master plan... "Framing Armageddon" for the humans... a twelve thousand year plan.... They choose Ten thousand Setians, one for each year... and thirteen including the high priest to council the chosen. They meet in secret and go in to hiding in the mountains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Invasion&lt;/span&gt;" - The human invasion of Earth... If you listen closely the first 30 seconds of the 60 second track possibly represents the peaceful Setian life... and then starts the sounds of the battle... the gun fires the blasts... the invasion on earth by humans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motivation of man&lt;/span&gt;" is clear.... to obtain unlimited power and knowledge and take over the universe and its galaxy's...&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Massacre Setians"&lt;/span&gt;.... burning down temples and cities... What the humans didn't know is that the Chosen are hiding in the Eastern mountains... They've lost their loved ones and their land.. but hope remains if the chosen can survive and put the plan in motion... they overcome the lamenting... finding courage and strength.. a view of the current situation from a Setian's point of view is given in "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A charge to keep&lt;/span&gt;" and the high priests view and  in "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflections&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setian's grand plan for humans...&lt;br /&gt;they will brainwash the humans... the humans won't know where they come from... and cloud their minds... and divide the humans by filling their minds with differences... Prophets, Saviors and Priests... religions like Christianity, Judaism, Muslims etc... creating dividing among humans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Then thousand strong&lt;/span&gt;".. (possibly the most powerful track of the album.. of coz we've heard it on the Overture EP...) introduces the master plan... and then comes its "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Execution&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;The Setian's (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Order of the Rose"&lt;/span&gt;) slowly take over the humans.. hiding among them... and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contriving human decline Instilling those who lead Seizing opportunities&lt;/span&gt;" in Schaffer's own words...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catacalysm&lt;/span&gt;" possibly symbolises the humans falling in to their plan... being brain washed and instilled with new thoughts and ideas...&lt;br /&gt;Setians succeed...  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The clouding&lt;/span&gt;" is the the brain washed human's point view, Schaffer paints an agonizing picture of pain and empitiness...&lt;br /&gt;Setians carry on with their plot... "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infiltrating and Assimilating&lt;/span&gt;" the human mind... creating a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retribution through ages&lt;/span&gt;"... when thousands of years pass by... humans multiply and scattered throughout the world... taken over by their greed, fighting among themselves.. destroying and killing each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next track... "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something wicked part two&lt;/span&gt;".. seems like an ironic name to give... coz.. for me it can mean either one of two things... the coming fate of the humans... or the foretold coming of the saviour... Part one - was when the humans came to earth.. hailing the destruction of the Setian's...  and its funny how Schaffer decided to name this track Part two - hailing the destruction of humans...  ( Its true... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wickedness&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wickedness&lt;/span&gt; no matter who does it or why its done!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over years.. Humans go on dividing among thmselves.. just as the Setians planned... Dominated by the Setians... Falling like dominos... "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Domino decree&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Framing Armageddon&lt;/span&gt;" takes us through this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with the prophecy... After a millennium..... All the Setians hail the coming of the ONE... Set Abominae.... (from my knowledge he's in the over of Something wicked this way comes, The Overture, and in Framing Armageddon..) hailing the destruction of the man and reinstating the birthrights of the Setians on Earth... ("&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When stars collide (Born is he)&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the massive 19 track album leaves us... the story will continue with &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revelation_Abomination_%28Something_Wicked_Part_2%29" title="Revelation Abomination (Something Wicked Part 2)"&gt;Revelation Abomination (Something Wicked Part 2).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Which I am looking forward to.... &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell... Framing Armageddon is a brilliant album... not only the musical value.. but its a brilliant way of story telling..... Schaffer and the gang has done it yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Live IE.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-2200812173579220244?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/2200812173579220244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=2200812173579220244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2200812173579220244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2200812173579220244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/12/iced-earth-framing-armargeddon.html' title='Iced Earth - Framing Armargeddon - The Story of the Setians...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5069094746632427306</id><published>2007-12-27T12:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:09:07.741Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><title type='text'>Raven's Revenge....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2281/2139896266_eb9279dcb2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2281/2139896266_eb9279dcb2_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  filthy humans... You brought on an apocalypse on the earth... You messed with the powers of the nature and destroyed mother earth....  We despise you... We feast on your flesh... We'll find a way to live... We will survive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5069094746632427306?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5069094746632427306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5069094746632427306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5069094746632427306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5069094746632427306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/12/ravens-revenge.html' title='Raven&apos;s Revenge....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2281/2139896266_eb9279dcb2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4470721724507623926</id><published>2007-12-17T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:02:52.698Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>The Davos Question - Your oppertunitiy to change the world...</title><content type='html'>If you didn't already hear about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDqs-OZWw9o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDqs-OZWw9o&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4470721724507623926?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4470721724507623926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4470721724507623926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4470721724507623926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4470721724507623926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/12/davos-question-make-yourself-heard.html' title='The Davos Question - Your oppertunitiy to change the world...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6100528289083573625</id><published>2007-11-29T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:35:55.383Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='software'/><title type='text'>Adobe Illustrator's weired request......</title><content type='html'>I've been using Adobe Illustration for quite a while now... and been using a few versions too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got myself Illustrator CS3 and happily set to install it... first of all it wanted me to close firefox and then Yahoo messenger... well.. ok.. I'll do what he wants to... I closed them two... and restarted the set up....&lt;br /&gt;Then another screen... the set up cannot continue because i'm not running at 1024X720 resolution!!! I have a 17" widescreen TFT, and I use 1280X720...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the first time since maybe 1998 when 800X600 was kinda high resolution that I had a set up error because I'm running a higher resolution!!!! How weird is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did anyone else have that problem????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6100528289083573625?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6100528289083573625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6100528289083573625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6100528289083573625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6100528289083573625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/11/adobe-illustrators-weired-request.html' title='Adobe Illustrator&apos;s weired request......'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6673200848393973678</id><published>2007-11-11T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:27:43.326Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>with my ass on a nice comfy chair.... ;-)</title><content type='html'>I was not in for sometime... was out on some uni work.... i took a bit too long come back..  and kinda ironic time too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting reply from Mr. Annon for my previous post... Specially the the second comment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"(b) ...sitting on your arse in a comfy chair in a place that is not a warzone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah probably I'm not in a warzone!!! My father was raised in Kantale... not very far from Trincomalee. We used to own paddy fields in there that provided us with rice that contributed for our financial part in life... we still have some relations over at Kantale... My father was the AGA for Trincomalee in around 85-86 when the terrorist problems. (he was the only man who had the balls to go there and serve the ppl... all other pussy's refused to go!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Once the LTTE came in to his official quarters.. and we had to see them pointing a gun to his chest!!!! well.. we were lucky enough not to loose our father... they only took our vehicle...&lt;br /&gt;of coz he was the provider of the family and if something happens... no one will be there for us.. not the ppl whom he dearly wanted to serve.. not the government who wanted him there.. not the rest the ppl in the country.. it'll be only us who would have suffered...  we had countless sleepless nights not knowing whether our father will come back or not.. and when we were in kandy... there were countless times where our house was swarmed with relatives who came in seek of refuge... i have lost cousins to bombs and stuff.. innocent chaps... most of em farmers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even today he's serving in the east... after retirement he went there coz there were not ppl to work for those areas... if u remember the secretary who was shot in his office in trinco right after the thoppigala attacks.... that was one of our old family friends and  my fathers colleagues... my returned to his quarters when his friend was shot... if was my parents who took the responsibility of bringing the body back to kandy... there was no reason to kill him.... they were only trying to scare the government... and you should've heard what some of the Tamils who came to the funeral said.. they were in tears because a man who helped them had been killed for no reason...&lt;br /&gt;I have my bro who serves in the army... we dont' approve of it... but he must have his own reasons....  whom we'll never know if will come back home the next time... he escaped death for about three times now... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways.. all that is isolated incidents and ppl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still... looking at a bigger pic... no one can say that anyone's ass is on a comfortable chair anymore...  just take today's incedents... everyday for three years i used to pass through nugegoda junction walking towards kohuwala to work... everyday..... today... 17 school children are dead... for what??? do they call that an attack... no one can say that the person who left home in the morning will return!!! so its not only the people in the "war zone" buddy.... &lt;br /&gt;right now... they've turned the whole country in to warzone...!!! so.... **** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this for what????? a land that no one is gonna take when they die??? a land that people used to live for generations... a land that they never owned!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;whatever who says... there is only one thing happening...  innocent people and dying and the country is going to hell... its sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - i read somewhere that they were celebrating Prabhakaran's birthday... well.. if that is the case... we can clear say that they've celebrated it with a "Blast"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one should die like that.... no one.. for any reason....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6673200848393973678?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6673200848393973678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6673200848393973678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6673200848393973678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6673200848393973678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/11/with-my-ass-on-nice-comfy-chair.html' title='with my ass on a nice comfy chair.... ;-)'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5453452723478418017</id><published>2007-11-09T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:32:20.808Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word affairs'/><title type='text'>Channel 4's Unreported World...</title><content type='html'>I was switching channels and stumbled upon a program on Channel 4 a while ago (probably started at 7.00 or 7.30 PM - 9-9.07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially it looked like a documentary of the current situation in SL... a lady reporter was in some remote area in SL, talking to a father about some killings of some innocent people done by the LTTE. it was quite brief and they showed some photographs... then they turned to the abductions in Colombo. I didn't quite catch the person whom she met next (my jack ass neighbor started bugging me again!!!)  but he was saying something like that it was the government who were responsible... according to him... the vehicles that abducts the people aren't being stopped at the check points and stuff.. I don't know about the truth in this... but i'd love to be on one of those coz we all know that its simply not possible to go around colombo without being stopped at least twice... anyways.... then they tried to go to Jaffna... Apparently they've got permission to be in jaffna for four days!!! but as soon as they landed at Palali... they were asked to return within a day due to security reasons... and according to them they were under constant serviellance by the SL military... Later on.. they were taken on a two hour tour around Jaffna the next day... and then were sent back.. apparently they spent about 24hrs there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... what they've tried to discuss in the documentary was more or less the disappearances killings and the abductions of "people" in Jaffna and colombo... and they really did point the finger at the government... They directly accuse that the military did stopped them from going around Jaffna to stop them from finding out about the abductions... and the interview with the SL military was also not that good... damn he looked pissed off.. and he gave very vague answeres and he did say something like... when there is a conflict going on there will be incidents like this... or something like that.. i'm not sure what he said.. must be some truth in there too.. but they way they made it all sound like was not that good... it made Sri Lanka and  Sinhalese look like some devils or Monsters...  its a pity that they never do an unbiased story.... everyone suffers of war...  everyone has lost someone or always at risk of loosing someone... due to this wretched war.... and specially from people in a country that has poked their hands in to a war that has nothing to do with them.... i just don't get it... anyways... i love my country and don't wanna see people exploiting it this way.... but media is such... it really sucks!!!! No one really helps.. they just try to put barrels of gasoline to the burning fires..... and try to talk about humanity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/greenslade/2007/10/channel_4_crew_forced_to_stop.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link on a blog.... and its on &lt;a href="http://www.tamilnet.com/art.html?catid=13&amp;amp;artid=23473"&gt;Tamil net&lt;/a&gt; too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5453452723478418017?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5453452723478418017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5453452723478418017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5453452723478418017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5453452723478418017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/11/channel-4s-view-of-sri-lankas-current.html' title='Channel 4&apos;s Unreported World...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-2788248874072639121</id><published>2007-11-06T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:32:57.711Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>you would've been celebrating today.....</title><content type='html'>only i know how much my life is empty without you..... do you remember what my ex used to say???&lt;br /&gt;"well.. there is someone thing that anyone who is in love with will have to cope with... that'll be you... I've often felt that I'm the second important thing whenever you're in the picture".....&lt;br /&gt;he he.. well later on she understood that the love and specialty that I have   for you was different to what I have for her... she equally liked you... I know that...&lt;br /&gt;It was the comfort and the understanding that you gave me... I always felt warm and safe around you...&lt;br /&gt;I remember when appachchi (sinhalese word for father) used to call you up and complain about me.... he knew that you were the one whom could convey anything to me.... in a very constructive way... none knew me like you knew me... i guess it was easier coz we were two of a kind... and we shared alot in common... and you saw through me and inside out... you were THE person akks.... and I miss soo sooo sooooooo much.... there ain't a day nor a special moment that i won't miss you... i always always wish that things were different.... i wish that you didn't have to go... Its your guidance that i'm still following akki... and .... you would've been happy for me today.... I miss being loved and to love someone to such an extent that other people don't even understand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things were different... you would've get a bunch of flower, a big card and a ton of love from me.... but its not... its life... you loose people... thats a part of the bitter truth... I'd wish you a happy birthday.... but I know that it won't be make much sense to you now... But wish you all the best where ever you are... you deserve that... and I wish you long life... and may you never come to pass away in such a horrible untimely death.... I love you darling sis.... and I miss you so so sooooooooooooooo much.... may you be happy and peaceful where ever you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's to you akki.... i know this song ALWAYS brought a smile to your face... and often made your day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ar08QWecNA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ar08QWecNA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-2788248874072639121?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/2788248874072639121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=2788248874072639121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2788248874072639121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2788248874072639121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-wouldve-been-celebrating-today.html' title='you would&apos;ve been celebrating today.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-2128204401328126683</id><published>2007-11-03T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:35:41.134Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Fireworks... YAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Its the bonfire night... and yeah... A LOT of fireworks... I always loved fireworks.. they always fascinated me.... even though you don't get a lot of good fireworks in SL, i always watched the stuff of TV and any other source that i can... I love KISS live performances coz they have the most spectacular fireworks... &lt;br /&gt;There is a show put up by the city council along with Goodyear (Goodyear Fireworks Spectacular 2007) happens in two locations in Birmingham, today and tomorrow, and one of the location is quite close to where i live.. ;-) he he he.....&lt;br /&gt;Its fun to watch the bangs in the sky... the small rockets that shatter in to a million lovely pieces...  call me a kid... whatever!!!! he he he :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-2128204401328126683?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/2128204401328126683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=2128204401328126683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2128204401328126683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2128204401328126683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/11/fireworks-yay.html' title='Fireworks... YAY!!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-7306100192394486321</id><published>2007-11-02T00:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:25:21.617Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a day passed me by&lt;br /&gt;When I don’t think about you&lt;br /&gt;and there’s no moving on&lt;br /&gt;cause I know you’re the one&lt;br /&gt;and I can’t be without you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we bring yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Back around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;I was dumb I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I let you down&lt;br /&gt;But I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;about you now..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose that says what i still feel (but I believe i knew how i felt all along.. ) I wish her another brilliant year in her life..... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-7306100192394486321?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/7306100192394486321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=7306100192394486321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7306100192394486321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7306100192394486321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-day-passed-me-by-not-day-passed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4759558556571773696</id><published>2007-10-23T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:34:16.557+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Darkness.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The dark gloomy skies with no spec of light… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Leaves me wondering…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Has the sun given up on this world??? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Leaving it to drench in the unforgiving darkness…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where is the light that used to accost me every morning??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I clearly remember how it used to shine…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;When I looked out side and felt the warmth… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The warmth that brought a smile to my face…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;My visions blurred…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The misty veil makes me partly blind…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nothing but smears and distorted figures… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Where am I??? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The screaming silence… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;What happened to the melodious sounds that gave life to the mornings??? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I want cry out loud… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;But no sound comes out… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;What has gone wrong?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Has some unholy terror has unleashed its legions in to the world?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Spreading the poisonous gloom and misery??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;What is killing the sweet mornings??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I closed my eyes trying to shut myself… Disconnect from the enclosing gloom…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hoping that I can feel more alive…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hoping that I can feel how I used to feel every morning…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then it dawned to me…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Its not the world.....  The gloom is inside… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4759558556571773696?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4759558556571773696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4759558556571773696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4759558556571773696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4759558556571773696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/10/darkness.html' title='Darkness.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6326344881484375903</id><published>2007-10-19T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:32:43.008+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Things that irritates me these days.....</title><content type='html'>I'm a patient man... well.. I've taught myself to become patient... once upon a time I was not this patient... and I was quite famous for that too.... but in time I've matured and I taught myself to be patient, practiced and put a lot of effort and built my tolerance to bull shit (above normal limits I should add)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is that I do get pissed off... just that I don't react like I used to... or the people involved don't see how much I'm pissed off to be more precise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are these other smaller facts that irritates you... You don't get F***ing pissed off... but still annoys and irritates you... I'm constantly getting irritated by a few things these days... here are a few... in a random order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids with loud music on buses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly teenagers with mobile phones... They really are under the impression that everyone wants to listen to their stupid music... I always have my own music with me... I've been carrying my own mobile music player for the passed 6-7 years... from the old Walkmans, to disc man to mp3 (disk) players to my iPod (current) and I listen to kinda hard stuff... here... with Dimmu Borgir beating up my ears i still can hear some idiots music on their mobiles... the audio quality is nil and its an irritation to the ear!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chewing gum on public places...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially in buses... you step on chewing gum... you accidentally touch some bloody hell... its so annoying...  why cant they just put it in to a bin or NOT stick it on the bus where ppl will come in to contact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teenagers screaming there heads off on the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if someone is committing a massacre on the road!!! (girls) They bloody yell and scream at the top of their voice... just because they saw a friend or something... but its sooo irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butt heads who leaves bottles and empty cans in buses... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they roll around and I almost broke my neck while climbing down the stairs from the bus... stupid idiots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last but definitely not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid fart head who this this house with me...&lt;br /&gt;its a Sri Lankan who has been here for sometime now.. about 55, single... not seeing anyone also... a stupid lonely miserable man... I rarely complain about people i have to put up with... but this man is pushing it... too far too wide...He makes stupid points and try to boss me around... and thats something that I really don't take very well.. Its not a position that anyone can take, takes a lot to earn that position... and he brings up stupid arguments and makes all sorts of comments;  He just knows how to f***ing piss me off in a VERY bad way.... we've had a few head on collisions a few time s already and I really did tell him off... no wonder he's alone and drunk!!!! and I've complained to the land lord too... now things are kinda settled...  but if i go missing again... thats because I'm in custody for murder...  or I've relocated and need to fix everything from the scratch.... he he he..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6326344881484375903?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6326344881484375903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6326344881484375903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6326344881484375903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6326344881484375903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-that-irritates-me-these-days.html' title='Things that irritates me these days.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-7608475273535483106</id><published>2007-10-18T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:54:13.894+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Out and About....</title><content type='html'>Finally... The headaches are over and things are settled...&lt;br /&gt;Basically BT decided that they should set up the phone line and my ISP decided that its time that they hook up my connection.... now I'm all geared up and back online....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was a bit tough during the past.... well month and a bit... now that I have my broadband connection up and running it'll be more peaceful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really don't have to sleep at 9.00pm coz i hate starring at the TV... actually I didn't have to since I got my PC assembled... still it took some time to get the whole act together...&lt;br /&gt;apart from that life was very much ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni life is good.... They have some lovely helpful nice people there... I really like the people that I have to work and study with...&lt;br /&gt;course work is interesting and enjoyable, i like the facilities... overall its good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city... well... it really doesn't buzz like London... its much more calmer than London or to that matter some parts of Colombo.. he he... maybe I feel because its cold... anyway... they say that the city is re-inventing itself in to a more modern and trendy one... and it seems that... the new shopping malls and everything is very good.... since its related to me... fashion wise the city has a long way to go..... you really cannot say that its a very fashionable city... they have most of the high street shops and brands... but its good... i like it..... and comparatively quite cheaper than London... in that case... every were else must be cheaper than London...&lt;br /&gt;still I like the people... and it is peaceful... not much of a rush... and apparently its supposed to be safe and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line... i like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things in SL is good... I do miss SL.. my friends and family mostly..... and the sweet fun packed life that I used to have... he he he...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-7608475273535483106?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/7608475273535483106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=7608475273535483106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7608475273535483106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7608475273535483106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/10/out-and-about.html' title='Out and About....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8472703256723548648</id><published>2007-10-05T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:45:18.697+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Back from the Grave.....</title><content type='html'>Well after an eternity I finally have time to sit nicely and do a bit of scribbling here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm finally settling down and started the "normal" life. Once the stupid ISP fix my internet everything will be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to come in to a strange land make your self at home... I mean... home is home and it cannot be replaced  I suppose... but I like it here... I miss all my friends, my parents, being able to drive around whenever I want and having enough cash to spend whenever  I want to on whatever I want... living on a student budjet in a country that has a very strong currency is not easy you know!! anyway.. fuck that.. I'm here and I need to make the most of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni has started and has been going on for the last few weeks. There was alot of things to be done since I joined in to the second year straight... so that is why I didnt have much time to read or write... Actually even now its the lunch brake... and since I'm not in my usual group today I finished lunch sooner than usual!! and found out that I have about twenty minutes to spare and there are actually a few unoccupied PCs in the IT center... so  here I am.. after almost a month... yeah... its a full month for today since I left SL.... gosh i miss the weather... warm sunny weather...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... hi to all you guys... hopefully you've not forgotten me.... and I should tell you that it feels good to be back... he he he...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8472703256723548648?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8472703256723548648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8472703256723548648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8472703256723548648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8472703256723548648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-from-grave.html' title='Back from the Grave.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8625322103108176060</id><published>2007-09-06T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:18:15.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What I'm gonna miss.....</title><content type='html'>Everything about Sri Lanka.... EVERYTIHING.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i had to make a list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and dad....&lt;br /&gt;All my friends.....&lt;br /&gt;My PC...&lt;br /&gt;Buying all the new games and movies for 200 rupees.....&lt;br /&gt;The comfort of being at home....&lt;br /&gt;Coffee stop...&lt;br /&gt;Running to Pilawoos at 2.00 AM with a friend....&lt;br /&gt;and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're wondering why i'm gonna miss those.. well I came to Birmingham UK. I'll be staying here for a while....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8625322103108176060?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8625322103108176060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8625322103108176060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8625322103108176060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8625322103108176060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-im-gonna-miss.html' title='What I&apos;m gonna miss.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-1427511387966225970</id><published>2007-08-14T07:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:33.888Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>what i was doing lately....... (Jade Empire &amp; CnCTW)</title><content type='html'>Lets see..... I chased away an alien race and freed the planet from them...... and then I saved the Water Dragon the Sheperd of the dead and the Jade Empire from the evil Emperror Sun Li....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Command and Conquer - Tiberium Wars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite sometime since this was released.... and got my hands on it recently only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sequel to the Tiberium series.... CnCTW continues the story of  Tiberium started in 1995.&lt;br /&gt;The story is woven very nicely to make it a continuation of the same story... the small plant like tiberium and changed to a crystal form and kane the bad guy is still at large.. its very interesting how they've connected everything together... and once u finish the 3 campaigns you have 3 sides of the same story..... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game play and graphics has improved marvelously from Tiberium sun... (Renegade was more RPG than stratergy!) The details of the units and the terrains are good.. you get a 3D view where u can rotate the camera angle.. so u know which unit is where... You will not miss out anyone who is behind tall buildings or uneven terrain... You can "zoom in" to a decent distant to see the units and characters clearly too.... and i like the effects of the shadows of the clouds running across the terrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game play... well.. Its not all that CHALLENGING... I finished the game in medium or the default skill level and the game did not have any nail biting tight spots.... and some of the levels were plainly dumb ones... you can really get ur way around easily to achieve the mission objectives.... The Scrin campaign was slightly challenging than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played almost all of the CnC series and all the games of Tiberium series.... and I must admit that i've enjoyed them... I think the Music was better when Westwood studios was handling that game... anyone who played Red Alert will agree with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/10 if ur in to strategy games i know that you've already played this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b3/CC3TriberiumBoxArt.jpg/240px-CC3TriberiumBoxArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 327px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b3/CC3TriberiumBoxArt.jpg/240px-CC3TriberiumBoxArt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jade Empire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/bigboxshots/1/932971_75504_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 231px;" src="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/bigboxshots/1/932971_75504_front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember Grey Matter studios??? yes!! the ppl who developed "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Return_to_Castle_Wolfenstein"&gt;Return to Castle Wolfenstine&lt;/a&gt;"  and Bio Ware developed this amazing RPG game....(The X box version was developed by Microsoft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade empier is the extreme opposite of what i've metioned before... Based on ancient Chinese mythical background and traditional martial arts. You start by selecting a character, either male or female. Who is the best student of a grand martial arts Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splendid graphics as you can see from the screen shots i've taken. Thats how it looks on 1024X768, 4XAA (high quality settings), on a nVidia 7300GT, 1Gb DDRII, Windows Vista. For that kinda look the games runs VERY smoothly. way above 20fps unless it comes to some specific places where you have to fight against four opponents who sends flames and other particles. other than that the game is smooth. If I had to compare.. I'd Settle to Prince of "Persia Sands of Time" graphics. Very nice and runs smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game play is awsome... you're on a quest trying to full fill your unknown destiny learning about you and your past.  The martial arts fighting styles can be learned, upgraded and any combat with an opponant can be turned in to a Hollywood action movie sequence. You get to chooose how you want to continue the story and the development of your character. Good Guy or the Bad Guy... The path of the Open palm - the good way or... the Closed Fist - the Bad way... Depending on how you choose to develop your character and the descitions you make the game will give you several diffent endings. I tried three different ending. Good, Bad and well... rather Ugly too...&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the main all mighty fighting and seriouse quest; you get to play this "Raptor" style flight missions. its fun... I thouroughly enjoyed each and everyone of them...&lt;br /&gt;Its all there... Action, Betrayal, Conspiracy, Wisdom, Romance.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some little bugs here and there... you have to save every now and then coz some times the camera seems to loose its sense of direction and location. All of a sudden you find yourself staring at a ceiling or a floor or some wall... and there is simply no way of fixing it... Unless of coz you reload the game... but it can be easily forgiven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall.. it is a VERY good experiance...  Its one of those that will keep you up till 5.00 AM and you go to work after only an hours sleep... If you're in to RPG... try not to miss this one out...&lt;br /&gt;9.5/10&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF9TiRlUeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8FWH72V9cLA/s1600-h/Screen0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF9TiRlUeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8FWH72V9cLA/s320/Screen0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098494027731653090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF90CRlUfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zpMy-vbAdtE/s1600-h/Screen0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF90CRlUfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zpMy-vbAdtE/s200/Screen0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098494586077401586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF-RCRlUgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lmIAgeVNxuM/s1600-h/Screen0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF-RCRlUgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lmIAgeVNxuM/s200/Screen0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098495084293607938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF-lyRlUhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4ZhK-C8-rDY/s1600-h/Screen0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF-lyRlUhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4ZhK-C8-rDY/s200/Screen0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098495440775893522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF_ECRlUiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_pQyFpyF_SY/s1600-h/Screen0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF_ECRlUiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_pQyFpyF_SY/s200/Screen0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098495960466936354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Click the image for a larger view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-1427511387966225970?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/1427511387966225970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=1427511387966225970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1427511387966225970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1427511387966225970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-i-was-doing-lately-jade-empire.html' title='what i was doing lately....... (Jade Empire &amp; CnCTW)'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RsF9TiRlUeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8FWH72V9cLA/s72-c/Screen0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6742020618017971130</id><published>2007-07-31T08:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:55:54.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;humming&lt;/i&gt;] Bum,bum,bum,bum,bum,bum,bum,bum,bum,bum,bum,bum. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;laughing&lt;/i&gt;] You're a terrible singer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;: I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;laying her head on his shoulder&lt;/i&gt;] But I like this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6742020618017971130?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6742020618017971130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6742020618017971130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6742020618017971130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6742020618017971130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/07/noah-humming-bumbumbumbumbumbumbumbumbu.html' title=''/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4540749582018572473</id><published>2007-07-14T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:52:16.761+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Becoming Insane....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6hL6fkJ1_k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6hL6fkJ1_k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infected mushroom - The Israely duo... I enjoy their music....   &lt;br /&gt;becoming insane Ep 2007&lt;br /&gt;Quite a video too!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4540749582018572473?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4540749582018572473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4540749582018572473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4540749582018572473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4540749582018572473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/07/becoming-insane.html' title='Becoming Insane....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5717083404549846223</id><published>2007-07-13T13:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:34.063Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><title type='text'>The reason why i went brownish.....</title><content type='html'>Yep... I've switched from black to brown...  I don't think I got tired of black... I won't get tired of black... it's a lovely color... or can we call it a color?? Both Black and White... can we call them colors??? Its more like either presence of all the colors or the absense of all the colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. I finished the below painting yesterday... and I liked the colors... probably thats the reason why I've switched to brown.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RpdwtUtOegI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0NN-UKTKcTs/s1600-h/brwonish+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RpdwtUtOegI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0NN-UKTKcTs/s400/brwonish+sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086658228093090306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gauche colors on medium grain french water color paper... Click on the image for a larger view...&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I like about this is the movement involved.. Its everywhere... the earth and the sky... and amidst of that wild moving back ground the single tree stays rooted motionless... alone.. lifeless and still against the fading skies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5717083404549846223?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5717083404549846223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5717083404549846223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5717083404549846223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5717083404549846223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/07/reason-why-i-went-brownish.html' title='The reason why i went brownish.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RpdwtUtOegI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0NN-UKTKcTs/s72-c/brwonish+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6009306912276639211</id><published>2007-07-11T08:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:34.235Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The long story short....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RpSKTqK_OvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wTAV3NBSwE0/s1600-h/download.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RpSKTqK_OvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wTAV3NBSwE0/s400/download.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085841949550656242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6009306912276639211?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6009306912276639211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6009306912276639211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6009306912276639211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6009306912276639211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-story-short.html' title='The long story short....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RpSKTqK_OvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wTAV3NBSwE0/s72-c/download.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-9149811914586813539</id><published>2007-07-07T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:01:36.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Assasin's Creed...</title><content type='html'>From the developers of Prince of Persia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/td7MULpv56o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/td7MULpv56o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a PC version.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-9149811914586813539?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/9149811914586813539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=9149811914586813539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/9149811914586813539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/9149811914586813539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/07/assasins-creed.html' title='Assasin&apos;s Creed...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5292151645238770992</id><published>2007-07-07T05:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:34.911Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressions'/><title type='text'>Hidden Emoticons In Skype.</title><content type='html'>Most of the people around seems to be unaware of the fact that there are a few emoticons in &lt;a href="http://about.skype.com/"&gt;skype &lt;/a&gt;that are hidden... infact there are about 12 of em till now. I don't know if there are newer ones.. if anyone knows pls let me know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mooning) &lt;img src="http://download.skype.com/share/emoticons/0163-mooning.png" alt="(mooning)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(finger) &lt;img src="http://download.skype.com/share/emoticons/0164-middlefinger.png" alt="(finger)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bandit)&lt;img src="http://download.skype.com/share/emoticons/0165-bandit.png" alt="(bandit)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(toivo)&lt;img src="http://download.skype.com/share/emoticons/0168-toivo.png" alt="(toivo)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(drunk)&lt;img src="http://download.skype.com/share/emoticons/0166-drunk.png" alt="(drunk)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(smoking) or (ci) &lt;img src="http://download.skype.com/share/emoticons/0167-smoke.png" alt="(smoking)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rock)&lt;img src="http://download.skype.com/share/emoticons/0169-rock.png" alt="(rock)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(headbang) or (banghead) &lt;img src="http://download.skype.com/share/emoticons/0170-headbang.png" alt="(headbang)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(poolparty)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Ro8Td6K_OsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2hfg2LnF9gs/s1600-h/emoticon-0182-poolparty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Ro8Td6K_OsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2hfg2LnF9gs/s400/emoticon-0182-poolparty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084303908877056706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fubar) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Ro8UEqK_OuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nTO9a08oPoA/s1600-h/emoticon-0181-fubar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Ro8UEqK_OuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nTO9a08oPoA/s400/emoticon-0181-fubar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084304574596987618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tmi) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Ro8T3aK_OtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHx7DKVXPTM/s1600-h/emoticon-0184-tmi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Ro8T3aK_OtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PHx7DKVXPTM/s400/emoticon-0184-tmi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084304346963720914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(swear) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Ro8S8KK_OrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5oSsNAIJl78/s1600-h/emoticon-0183-swear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Ro8S8KK_OrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5oSsNAIJl78/s400/emoticon-0183-swear.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084303329056471730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="width: 1px; height: 18px;" src="file:///C:/Users/Udage/Desktop/SkypeEmoticons_updated/animated/emoticon-0183-swear.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 1px; height: 18px;" src="file:///C:/Users/Udage/Desktop/SkypeEmoticons_updated/animated/emoticon-0183-swear.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5292151645238770992?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5292151645238770992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5292151645238770992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5292151645238770992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5292151645238770992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/07/hidden-emoticons-in-skype.html' title='Hidden Emoticons In Skype.'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Ro8Td6K_OsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2hfg2LnF9gs/s72-c/emoticon-0182-poolparty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5286134441195811431</id><published>2007-07-06T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:08:03.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Torrent sites of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isohunt.com/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;Isohunt.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;May, 2007: Isohunt has over 400,000 torrents in their database. Also noteworthy: any Isohunt torrent listed as "ISOhunt release" means that it is a file verified by the administrators...a nice feature to help you locate authentic torrents and not fake files. On a sad note: Isohunt is being sued by the Motion Picture Association of America (MPAA) for copyright infringement. If you want to use this tremendous Canadian site, you better use it while you can. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;January 22, 2007: Although Isohunt was suddenly shut down by its original ISP before the weekend, the administrators have relaunched the service on a new ISP with new hardware. There are still problems, but Isohunt does live for the time being. The MPAA lawsuit is slated for a March summary judgment, so make sure you use Isohunt now, while you still can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.torrentspy.com/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;Torrentspy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; offers over 420,000 torrents in its database, the largest torrent index that is readily available to the public. Enjoy it while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.torrentscan.com/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;Torrentscan.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt; (a "meta-search" engine, which is a search engine that searches other search engines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snarf-it.org/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;Snarf It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (born from previous Suprnova influences)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.torrentmatrix.com/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;Torrentmatrix.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mininova.org/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;Mininova.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has 190,000 torrents indexed as of April, 2007. Mininova is the successor to Suprnova, one of the original big torrent databases of the Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.demonoid.com/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;Demonoid&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt; (a personal favorite of many About.com readers, Demonoid is also a major tracker database that supports thousands of swarms around the globe. Even better, the Demonoid community polices itself by monitoring how much each member actually shares files. ("Leeches" are not tolerated at Demonoid). Note: because new memberships at Demonoid are scarce, you will need to be patient and committed if you wish to join.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.torrentreactor.to/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;Torrentreactor.to&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Torrentreactor has made a comeback from a hijacking and an uncooperative hosting service. They have moved to a different server setup and a Tonga country domain outside the USA. Read the details on their home page.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.torrentportal.com/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;Torrentportal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.btjunkie.org/" onclick="zT(this, '1/XJ')"&gt;BTjunkie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5286134441195811431?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5286134441195811431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5286134441195811431' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5286134441195811431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5286134441195811431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-10-torrent-sites-of-2007.html' title='Top 10 Torrent sites of 2007'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4847793558263439106</id><published>2007-06-27T09:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:35.085Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><title type='text'>The Wandering Monk.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RoIjPqK_OqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/20tZ16Dzi1k/s1600-h/The+wondering+monk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RoIjPqK_OqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/20tZ16Dzi1k/s400/The+wondering+monk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080662081552726690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving in to light.... Fading in to white.... The wandering monk in a timeless odyssey in to himself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4847793558263439106?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4847793558263439106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4847793558263439106' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4847793558263439106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4847793558263439106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/06/wandering-monk.html' title='The Wandering Monk.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RoIjPqK_OqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/20tZ16Dzi1k/s72-c/The+wondering+monk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-3246420221323902754</id><published>2007-06-18T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:35.286Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Honey I think I want to have Kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RnZ5wnwnpNI/AAAAAAAAADw/gWWNIWOtHUA/s1600-h/pregnant-IN-OPPOSITE-LAND.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RnZ5wnwnpNI/AAAAAAAAADw/gWWNIWOtHUA/s400/pregnant-IN-OPPOSITE-LAND.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077379506120402130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-3246420221323902754?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/3246420221323902754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=3246420221323902754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3246420221323902754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3246420221323902754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-one.html' title='Honey I think I want to have Kids...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RnZ5wnwnpNI/AAAAAAAAADw/gWWNIWOtHUA/s72-c/pregnant-IN-OPPOSITE-LAND.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5934648700273234386</id><published>2007-06-16T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:10:11.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Nice Guy Eddie&lt;/b&gt;:  C'mon, throw in a buck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Pink&lt;/b&gt;:                Uh-uh, I don't tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nice Guy Eddie&lt;/b&gt;:  You don't tip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Pink&lt;/b&gt;:                Nah, I don't believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nice Guy Eddie&lt;/b&gt;:  You don't believe in tipping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Blue&lt;/b&gt;:                You know what these chicks make? They make shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Pink&lt;/b&gt;:               Don't give me that. She don't make enough money that she can quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nice Guy Eddie&lt;/b&gt;: I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don't ever tip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Pink&lt;/b&gt;:              I don't tip because society says I have to. All right, if someone deserves a tip, if they really put forth an effort, I'll give them something a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, it's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doing their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Blue&lt;/b&gt;:              Hey, our girl was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Pink&lt;/b&gt;:              She was okay. She wasn't anything special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Blue&lt;/b&gt;:              What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nice Guy Eddie&lt;/b&gt;: I'd go over twelve percent for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5934648700273234386?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5934648700273234386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5934648700273234386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5934648700273234386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5934648700273234386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/06/nice-guy-eddie-cmon-throw-in-buck-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6166981820499193286</id><published>2007-06-11T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:35.811Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>A VERY rare sight.....</title><content type='html'>While at one end of the Mag city there was horror and disaster lying.... at the other end there was an amazing piece of history.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undergoing a restoration process is an Austin Sheerline Luzury Limousine.... Sheerline was in production from 1947 to 1954. It was a luxurious car in the style of the contemporary Rolls-Royce or Bentley but at a much lower price. According to the records only 8000 cars have been manufactured... So its quite rare to see one of these huge machines... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has a huge 3995CC six cylinder over head valve engine that generates a 125 Bhp, to pull its massive 2 ton, 11 feet long steel monster... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its historical values shoots up to an unreachable height because it was the car used by late Rt. Hon D.S.S Senanayake...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1QaXwnpII/AAAAAAAAADI/XVPQGKHtUKU/s1600-h/Image(773).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074800769101177986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1QaXwnpII/AAAAAAAAADI/XVPQGKHtUKU/s200/Image(773).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was the first Prime minister (1947 - 1952) for Sri Lanka .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1ROHwnpKI/AAAAAAAAADY/cCbKu5NydjU/s1600-h/Image(775).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074801658159408290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1ROHwnpKI/AAAAAAAAADY/cCbKu5NydjU/s200/Image(775).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074801185713005714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1QynwnpJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IiRKbGNG-wo/s200/Image(774).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/austinsheerline/Austin_Sheerline_A125_Saloon.jpg"&gt;Orignal Sheerline&lt;/a&gt; used to look like... and probably will look like after the resoration.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6166981820499193286?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6166981820499193286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6166981820499193286' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6166981820499193286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6166981820499193286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/06/very-rare-sight.html' title='A VERY rare sight.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1QaXwnpII/AAAAAAAAADI/XVPQGKHtUKU/s72-c/Image(773).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-3059189995952397813</id><published>2007-06-11T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:36.245Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><title type='text'>Now... I don't wanna be in this car!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this at the Mag City service station - Kandy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.. its a car... to be precise its a Hyundai Accent Gls. Some GE number... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently it seems that the car has rolled down a hill to a small stream some fifty feet below.... Damn... it sure is in a bad shape...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1C-HwnpHI/AAAAAAAAADA/JOMK2OWVuv0/s1600-h/Image(772).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074785990118712434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="187" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1C-HwnpHI/AAAAAAAAADA/JOMK2OWVuv0/s200/Image(772).jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074785594981721186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1CnHwnpGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GZbRxZEzX3E/s200/Image(771).jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-3059189995952397813?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/3059189995952397813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=3059189995952397813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3059189995952397813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3059189995952397813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-i-dont-wanna-be-in-this-car.html' title='Now... I don&apos;t wanna be in this car!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rm1C-HwnpHI/AAAAAAAAADA/JOMK2OWVuv0/s72-c/Image(772).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5121604208293127318</id><published>2007-06-05T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:36.539Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Overture of the Wicked - EP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icedearth.com/discography/c_overture_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.icedearth.com/discography/c_overture_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RmVl5nwnpFI/AAAAAAAAACw/qUhnKTvfL5M/s1600-h/00-iced_earth-overture_of_the_wicked-cd-2007-qtxmp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RmVl5nwnpFI/AAAAAAAAACw/qUhnKTvfL5M/s200/00-iced_earth-overture_of_the_wicked-cd-2007-qtxmp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072572595902587986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YES!! after the long waiting... It was "Officially" released on the 4th.... even though it was floating around in the internet since April 24th (According to Wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ALL what we expect from IE... The power packed pure brutal, heavy slab of technical Power Metal... nothing more... definitely nothing less!!!  Of course the fans of ICED EARTH already know that Schaffer and Co. are something special in the world of Heavy Metal and just why some Metal-fans are wholly ignorant of their recorded output is a mystery and disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten Thousand Strong" is the     single track, and it will appear on "Framing Armageddon (Something Wicked     Part 1)",     albeit a bit different than the single version. - according to the IE website..-&lt;br /&gt;inline with Ten thousand strong comes the "Wicked Triology" from "Something wicked this way comes" (1998) album!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first got to hear them in 1995; quite by accident I should say..... and it was one of the best accidents ever!!! loved their music...  and the next year.... in 1996 - the KNOCKED me out with Dark Saga... man that was good... I'm sure that each and everyone of you who has heard it will agree.... the power... the complex arrangements, orchestrated passages, emotional interludes, huge choruses and just plain good old fashioned Heavy Metal.... How schaffer has breathed life in to a comic book... gave life and emotions to the beast with music.... was truely AWSOME!!!!! and they continued doing that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single - is pure evidence that IE will continue to do what they do the best... knock the bearth out of the listeners and kick them around with sound waves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG LIVE IE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5121604208293127318?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5121604208293127318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5121604208293127318' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5121604208293127318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5121604208293127318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/06/overture-of-wicked.html' title='Overture of the Wicked - EP'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RmVl5nwnpFI/AAAAAAAAACw/qUhnKTvfL5M/s72-c/00-iced_earth-overture_of_the_wicked-cd-2007-qtxmp3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5956063206330742636</id><published>2007-06-03T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T16:46:54.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Blog Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogsearch.google.com/"&gt;Google Blog Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5956063206330742636?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blogsearch.google.com/' title='Google Blog Search'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5956063206330742636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5956063206330742636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5956063206330742636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5956063206330742636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/06/google-blog-search.html' title='Google Blog Search'/><author><name>Chathuranga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2HAg_CGEBPg/R85qiwvKUXI/AAAAAAAABj4/5SmxBEf5z4Q/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8926537754881088662</id><published>2007-06-03T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:36.579Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autos'/><title type='text'>Look what I caught on cam......</title><content type='html'>This my friends is a 1975 Mitsubish Galanat - It's a third generation Galant (the present is considdered the 9th generation!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stock car is supposed to have a 2ltr GTO Engine, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mitsubishi's own unique Silent                Shaft technology. This technology has been licensed out to several                other automobile manufacturers offering V8 smoothness and quietness                to engines with smaller configurations.&lt;/span&gt;  But as you see in this the engine has been replaced to a diesel engine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air-intake on the hood is supposed to be a new addition. I don't recall the original version having that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, the same model was introduced in US as  Dodge Colt, The Plymouth Champ or the Chrysler Sigma.&lt;br /&gt;Its competerion was none other than the Dodge challenger!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was in terrible condition, interior is totally ruined!!! ... its a shame... If restored - it can be a very good looking muscle car!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RmLaqndLmwI/AAAAAAAAACg/uwgutLFK7GA/s1600-h/Image%28765%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RmLaqndLmwI/AAAAAAAAACg/uwgutLFK7GA/s320/Image%28765%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071856556053338882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RmLa_ndLmxI/AAAAAAAAACo/OXWhs-acPLQ/s1600-h/Image%28766%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RmLa_ndLmxI/AAAAAAAAACo/OXWhs-acPLQ/s320/Image%28766%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071856916830591762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8926537754881088662?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8926537754881088662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8926537754881088662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8926537754881088662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8926537754881088662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/06/look-what-i-caught-on-cam.html' title='Look what I caught on cam......'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RmLaqndLmwI/AAAAAAAAACg/uwgutLFK7GA/s72-c/Image%28765%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-7162544096264733903</id><published>2007-05-30T09:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:36.919Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rl0ycndLmuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PKrJW0btnrs/s1600-h/Minutes+To+Midnight.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rl0ycndLmuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PKrJW0btnrs/s320/Minutes+To+Midnight.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070264222698150626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loooong awaited album by a bunch of guys who reallly won the hearts of people.... They're a (C)Rap–Rock band who really made a scene... People of all ages, fans of all genres; not only metal or Rock fans.. Hip-Hop and Pop fans equally like them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the album yesterday... Heard it once.. Liked it... but not enough to really write a comment or an opinion about it... I found this track to track review thing somewhere on the internet... thought I'd post it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pls try to disregard the word "heavy" that they use in the review once in a while! coz they aren't "Heavy". I listen to Carcass and.... well.....!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Wake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin their long awaited album, Linkin Park choose to gently set the wheels in motion rather than forcefully kick-starting lively music which fans have come to expect. Instead, they present a slow, short intro track with a synth-heavy melody and a nice building ambiance, which gradually increases in volume. 4/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Given Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoothness is soon thrown out the window however when the scratchy turntable sound of this second track transforms into a gargantuan heavy rock riff. This is possibly the most in-your-face song on the entire record – the punk rock style drumbeats are brash, the guitars thrash and Chester Bennington sings his lungs out. When it reaches the bridge, he goes from singing to screaming the line, “You put me out of my misery” over and over again. It’s heated, emotional and enjoyable, but the track definitely feels like it’s missing a certain something. 3/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Leave Out All The Rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one extreme to another, three tracks in and we’re presented with a ballad. It’s very listenable pop rock with tranquil vocals and dominant bass guitar. It seems odd to position such a slow-paced tune so early into the album but it’s radio friendly style is bound to be popular with many. The piece of music does end rather abruptly though and you may be left wanting more. 3/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Bleed It Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is much more like the Linkin Park we’re used to hearing. Mike Shinoda starts off with a casual rap before trading off with Chester and some insightful lyrics, “I bring it out, bring it in deeper just to throw it away.” The song’s structure revolves around four simple chords with screaming vocals leading up to the catchy chorus. Piano adds an extra dimension to the track but overall it’s a little repetitive and flat, ending abruptly again. Saying that, we can see this being released as a successful single in the future. 4/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Shadow Of The Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the most listener friendly song on ‘Minutes To Midnight,’ the style is very soft yet clear with both vocals and bass taking a poppy turn. Percussion comes across clear and dominant, but overall the song remains average in terms of technicality. It seems to offer nothing more than a break-up in the record, but its dreamy nature is quite certain to be a hit with the fans. 2/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What I’ve Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally a hit from the moment it is played, ‘What I’ve Done’ soars with a catchy chorus and likeable verses, before developing into a brilliant bridge and climatic ending. A gentle guitar solo midway adds depth and versatility before another welcome chorus. The haunting piano and synthetic drums combine to create a fantastic addition to Linkin Park’s third album and a perfect choice for their first single. 5/5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Hands Held High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marching drumbeat and simple melody is an ideal backdrop to Shinoda’s poetic rapping and it has certainly developed in the space of two previous albums and his hip-hip focused side project Fort Minor. Again, Chester’s melodic singing comes in later but the central theme of the song does seem to be soldier’s homecoming in the aftermath of war. Maybe it was written to get those arms flailing lighters around at rock festivals. Either way, it’s still an impressive track. 4/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. No More Sorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening up with a creeping lead guitar, ‘No More Sorrow’ rocks heads with a deep double-bass drumming intro switching over to a simple paradiddle on the snare. Definitely the best chorus of the album so far, with an enigmatic riff and emotional shouting from Bennington. The tune flows naturally with a heavy bridge followed by a modulation and even higher pitched screaming. There’s no DJ elements to this song and it has to be said that some of the vocals and drumming becomes repetitive fast – even more noticeable is the fact that the band don’t seem to be stretching themselves in terms of song writing techniques. 3/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Valentine’s Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a somewhat depressive two minutes of ballad-laden lyrics and slow-moving guitars, it finally kicks in with another extremely infective hook and harmonious backing vocals. “On a Valentines day” is passionately sung with interesting vocals spoken over the top, before annoyingly ending abruptly and letting the song down. 2/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. In Between&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s a point in the album where it’s easy to see that the songs are starting to lose their flair, this is it. Those sweetly spoken vocals are back once again alongside grainy drumbeats, but without any differences in tempo there’s nothing exciting here. It’s peaceful, but there’s no denying this is a weak ballad track amongst Linkin Park’s repertoire of excellence. 1/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. In Pieces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, faith is restored with quite simply the highlight of the album. This is soft yet rhythmic with synthetic drumming you can’t fail to be taken in by. The stirring piano and powerful bass proves to be a winning combination for the band – with vocals at their best only boosting the song further. Another build up after a few minutes adds more magic to the piece, with sweet sounds and eventually more heavily distorted guitars, minus screaming. The song slows down and ends dramatically with a simple beat and ska-style guitar plucking. 5/5&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The Little Things You Give Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acoustic guitar and Linkin Park in the same sentence? You better believe it. One last ballad, with those great mechanical style drums and melodic vocals from Chester rounds ‘Minutes To Midnight’ off fruitfully. When the bass cuts in, the song hits another dimension before ending a reasonably decent record. There’s not many heavy tracks – instead, Linkin Park have shifted to crafting softer, easier listening songs like this one. Despite it not being a patch on ‘Hybrid Theory, ’it still delivers and the fans will almost surely be lapping this up after its release on 14 May. 4/5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-7162544096264733903?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/7162544096264733903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=7162544096264733903' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7162544096264733903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7162544096264733903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/05/linkin-park-minutes-to-midnight.html' title='Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rl0ycndLmuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PKrJW0btnrs/s72-c/Minutes+To+Midnight.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-1896456037280376253</id><published>2007-05-29T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:36.928Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><title type='text'>Colorful treat.....</title><content type='html'>Supposed to be in parallel to &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://chathuranga.blogspot.com/2007/05/colorful-treat.html"&gt;Chathu's blog..&lt;/a&gt; but there was some a registry error in my computer that took sometime to fix and download the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must've been around midnight or something... and we were too tired to go around looking for other places.... so we ended up at the great Sampath Hotel Rajagiriya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RlwUQXdLmtI/AAAAAAAAACI/3rLiD7viOwk/s1600-h/Image%28748%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RlwUQXdLmtI/AAAAAAAAACI/3rLiD7viOwk/s320/Image%28748%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069949551919209170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Click the image for a larger view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fluorecent light, Automatic exposure on my Nokia phone... i like the color scheme.. well... I don't you have to have the "eye" for colors or anything else to notice that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-1896456037280376253?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/1896456037280376253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=1896456037280376253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1896456037280376253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1896456037280376253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/05/colorful-treat.html' title='Colorful treat.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RlwUQXdLmtI/AAAAAAAAACI/3rLiD7viOwk/s72-c/Image%28748%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-4986083708181904257</id><published>2007-05-28T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:36.949Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the RocK Company'/><title type='text'>Rock Unplugged!!! slightly plugged!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep... I did go... and you know that I'd definitely go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awsome... well... it was sometime since I last saw any of the bands playing live... When the Rock Company had "Rock Saturday"s happenning we did see the bands once a month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now they say that these will be happennign every sunday at Clancy's... I missed the gig on the previous Sunday... I simply was clueless!!! lets hope they continue!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band listing was good. they had all the bands that were mentioned in the poster!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All of them were good... we have some real talented bunch of guys out there!!! young pups and "experieced" dudes!!!&lt;br /&gt;all of em rocked equally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to start at three - but started way after 4.30PM (I really won't complain about it.. coz i think 3.00 PM is a bit too early.. and it was awkward seeing clancy's in braod daylight!!! he eh he... and since the very first rock company events.. they NEVER started on time... so its kinda ok...) it ended around 8.30 - 9.00 i don't remember exactly... Stigmata gave a brilliant ending... it was heavy - not the real "Acoustic - Unpligged" thingi that u'd expect though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rlr5vXdLmrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vnrPavBYyGQ/s1600-h/Image%28756%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rlr5vXdLmrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vnrPavBYyGQ/s320/Image%28756%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069638922704493234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PE - The boys from Kandy&lt;br /&gt;(well yeah.. u can't see shit in the pics!! I'd say its Iron Maiden and Iced Earth playing you'd still wouldn't know the diff!! )&lt;br /&gt;One of the leading bands in the scene these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rlr6JndLmsI/AAAAAAAAACA/EiSmL0gwIxI/s1600-h/Image%28757%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rlr6JndLmsI/AAAAAAAAACA/EiSmL0gwIxI/s320/Image%28757%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069639373676059330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stigmata&lt;br /&gt;The Aces in Sri Lankan Metal scene!!!&lt;br /&gt;and they're GOOD!!! VERY GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know since when they got that (new) drummer of their's!!&lt;br /&gt;I remember him from long ago.. i think he's from kandy... one of PE's friends or something like that... carrying water bottles and stuff!!!  if i remember correctly... he always gave me an impression of a jackass... did a good job doing that too!! he's just a bit too much "wanna be" type!!! He fucking shows off more that Suresh himself!!!&lt;br /&gt;He's ok with the drums though.. but there are better ppl around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-4986083708181904257?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/4986083708181904257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=4986083708181904257' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4986083708181904257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/4986083708181904257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/05/rock-unplugged-slightly-plugged.html' title='Rock Unplugged!!! slightly plugged!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/Rlr5vXdLmrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vnrPavBYyGQ/s72-c/Image%28756%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5558766305370795781</id><published>2007-05-26T06:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:37.092Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>...and now I'm an uncle!! :-)</title><content type='html'>and its all thanks to this tiny creature... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this my friends is my little nephew, the newest member of our family. He came in to this world at 9.11 PM yesterday and he weighed 2.920 Kilos. A healthy little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RlfLA3dLmpI/AAAAAAAAABo/imohL5WskKw/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RlfLA3dLmpI/AAAAAAAAABo/imohL5WskKw/s320/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068743121375566482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at him... only 10hrs old!! tiny and pink!!! :-) We've not thought of a name as yet...  coz there are alot of "things" involved in naming a new born!! like choosing the first letter according to the astronomical whatever thing!!!! anyways..  I'll let u guys know the moment we decide...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5558766305370795781?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5558766305370795781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5558766305370795781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5558766305370795781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5558766305370795781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-now-im-uncle.html' title='...and now I&apos;m an uncle!! :-)'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RlfLA3dLmpI/AAAAAAAAABo/imohL5WskKw/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-1710436174659568663</id><published>2007-05-26T06:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:37.266Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Rock Unplugged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RlfDG3dLmoI/AAAAAAAAABg/LlKU0DpUH1w/s1600-h/Rock+Unplugged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RlfDG3dLmoI/AAAAAAAAABg/LlKU0DpUH1w/s320/Rock+Unplugged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068734428361759362" border="0" /&gt;Sorry for the late notice guys... I'm quite sure that  its gonna be AWSOME!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-1710436174659568663?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/1710436174659568663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=1710436174659568663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1710436174659568663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1710436174659568663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/05/rock-unplugged.html' title='Rock Unplugged!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RlfDG3dLmoI/AAAAAAAAABg/LlKU0DpUH1w/s72-c/Rock+Unplugged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-7757397429771784897</id><published>2007-05-19T15:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T15:27:03.170+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Top five things about my ex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No 5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humor: She was funny!! She had a great sense of humor. We could make a funny joke with almost anything. I always laughed when I was around her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellect: She was smart. She was smart and she always made sense when she talked. She knew what she was talking about and had an amazing capability of hitting the correct point when she was in conversation or debate. And she was a good listener at the same time. She reads almost anything and she had an open mind. I loved that about her… I was crazy over her for that. I could always have a good meaningful delightful educative conversation about almost anything with her. I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile: The best… the best that is… the best there was in the history of the man kind... And the best there will be… Her smile and her laugh… always sent tingles and shivers down my spine. She laughs with her whole body… lips face eyes and all… and can be quite loud too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smell: Maybe it’s something to do with the pheromones or chemistry in humans or whatever. She eternally smelled good. Even if its only shampoo… it was like the early spring or a beautiful morning after a rain… It was something that I felt home with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character: She has an amazing character. She could make an impression on a person… a good one... But she doesn’t care about what other people think of her…. She’s warm, forgiving, kind, and crazy at the same time… and she was my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-7757397429771784897?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/7757397429771784897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=7757397429771784897' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7757397429771784897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7757397429771784897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-five-things-about-my-ex.html' title='Top five things about my ex...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8681271934912094494</id><published>2007-04-20T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T11:27:37.627+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Another song...</title><content type='html'>This is a sinhalese song... by the famous singer Shihan Mihiranga - the guy from Sirasa TV, I should say that i was impressed by this song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="  background-color: #eee   ;border-color: #cccccc; color:#000 ; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; padding:0px; border-width:1px; border-style:solid"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100" height="100" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/equalizer.swf" flashvars="theUrl=http://www.esnips.com/doc/690b5e82-beaf-47b8-9a06-7ccd759d640a/07_Pathu_Nethu(1)/?widget=flash_equalizer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px;" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/690b5e82-beaf-47b8-9a06-7ccd759d640a/07_Pathu_Nethu(1)/?widget=flash_equalizer"&gt;07_Pathu_Nethu(1)....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8681271934912094494?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8681271934912094494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8681271934912094494' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8681271934912094494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8681271934912094494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-song.html' title='Another song...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-8815246981921245503</id><published>2007-04-20T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T10:06:20.885+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog'/><title type='text'>Check out the "Wallpaper of the Day" in my blog!!!</title><content type='html'>You will notice i've added a small thumbnail the the left middle of the page below the lable cloud....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a free wallpaper from Gamewallpapers.com. If you're a cyber games enthusiast you'd find this interesting. The wallpaper is updated every 24hrs and you can download it to a preferable size to fit your desktop.... check it out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-8815246981921245503?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/8815246981921245503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=8815246981921245503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8815246981921245503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/8815246981921245503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/04/check-out-wallpaper-of-day-in-my-blog.html' title='Check out the &quot;Wallpaper of the Day&quot; in my blog!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-753005892655752393</id><published>2007-04-10T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:46:27.165+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>New year...</title><content type='html'>Yay.... a week long holiday!!! The longest that we ever get!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow till the 18th!!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from my younger days it used to be my fav holiday!!! you know the school term holidays... A time of refreshment and life... It was exciting all around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the spirit is not there anymore...  The freshnes is still in the air but its not as fun as it used to be!! Maybe its for the little ones only... not for people of our age!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still its new year.... Wish you all a Happy New Year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-753005892655752393?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/753005892655752393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=753005892655752393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/753005892655752393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/753005892655752393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-year.html' title='New year...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-1300842151245885901</id><published>2007-04-07T14:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:28:59.093+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Is it too early to think of it???</title><content type='html'>In one of the previous posts I told you ppl that both my parents retired by the end of last year!!! and then they both caugth the wretched chickungunya thing!!! That was hell... it is still hell coz it effected both of them VERY badly... they couldn't walk properly coz of of the joint pains!!! me and my bro's actually took turns in going up to kandy to be with them and look after them... it was not easy... with work and all.... but we did what we could... but to be honest i don't feel like i've done anything at all!!! I don't feel like i've done enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... when their health went down and leaft them helpless..... if effected their minds VERY badly... imagine working straight on for more than 30years day and night.. having millions of responsibilities... being under pressure... and all of a sudden not doing much work... being at home... three years ago I would've thought "Hell now THAT is life!!!" but... being more or less a work o holic... and being used to having a million of problems and pressure... and liking all that.... I know how diffi it must be!!! I'm sure that they must be feeling like nothings... they must be feeling as if they're not important anymore!! specially with the Sri Lankan ways where no one has any regards for the elderly people in society...&lt;br /&gt;And I can see that they're REALLY missing work!!! They miss being important, they miss doing what they did best in their whole life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told you before my mom was teacher... She taught in Mahamaya girl's school Kandy... two weeks ago I had to drive her their because she had somethings to do at the school... It was the first time she went back since her retirement.... I needed some help from one of the teachers there for an assignment so I also went in to the staff room with her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mom was back where she belonged, with her friends and the children!!! I could see how happy she was just to be there!!!! It was like she had forgotten all her pains and aches and sicknesses!!! She even looked younger!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt something complicated!!! I automatically started thinking how and where I'd end at!!!! is it too early to think of that?? or is it never too early to think of it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-1300842151245885901?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/1300842151245885901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=1300842151245885901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1300842151245885901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1300842151245885901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-it-too-early-to-think-of-it.html' title='Is it too early to think of it???'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-138257226718500097</id><published>2007-04-05T08:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T05:26:54.393+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>When I dream about you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;1994 - Stevie B.... I love this song..... The lyrics... well.... hmm!!!! Guess it goes to all you people who got their heart broken!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lnOc5_p26M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lnOc5_p26M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-138257226718500097?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/138257226718500097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=138257226718500097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/138257226718500097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/138257226718500097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-i-dream-about-you.html' title='When I dream about you.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5323616171075833842</id><published>2007-04-03T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:53:06.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Looooooooooong busy week end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday Night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i started from Kandy on Friday.. came to office at around 2.00PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans were made during the day time to go out with some of my friends. We got together and went to R&amp;B at around 11.00PM. For me thats one of the cooles night clubs in Colombo... its more matured like... cool crowd and nice music. We had mega fun dancing till about 3.30 a.m.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out we came and some of us were feeling hugry... and yes... you guessed right... where else to go but to pillawoos... We hopped in to Chathu's car... and headed towards Kolpetty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way we were stopped by police for a routine check... and then came the "Oh Shit!!" situ... My friend's sister didn't have her ID with her!!! The scene got ugly when one of my buddies got a biiiit violent and said something that "annoyed" the cops... What happened after that was pretty bad... she immediately turned out to be a pros in the eyes of the cops... they said a few things that they really shouldn't have... but at the perticular moment.... under those circusmstances it was inevitable... I basically had to calm everything down (being the eldest and the sober one out of the bunch!!) and talk my way thorugh in to letting us go... It wasn't hard actually but what that poor girl had to go through because of some loud mouthed idiotic cops was bad... she was upset... we all were upset and it basically killed the mood.....&lt;br /&gt;we had tea... headed back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9.00 a.m as I had and exam in the after noon.... so got up... got myself in the "exammination" mood... and then headed to the exam hall by 11.30... finished the exam at around 4.30 pm and from there went straight up to Rajagiriya.... why?? to meet ma good friend chathu and with him to see the "&lt;a href="http://www.autolanka.com/Article_read.asp?article_id=136"&gt;Modified car fest&lt;/a&gt;" in battaramulla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was one hell of a show... in SL standards... there were some classy shit there... a couple of supra's caught my immediate attention... nice sexy looking Honda civics... some RX8s with sexy curves.. STis that were dying to jump in to the roads and run like mad dogs... Mitsubish's who was ready kick the guts out of anyone who wanted to challege them...&lt;br /&gt;It was awsome... and there we were... in Chathu's custom made Mustang... creating quite a scene there... we never entered the contests... It really didn't interest us.. but we did enjoy walking around listenning to the baby's purr here and there... checking out the neons'... music systems blah blah blah... and yo... not to forget the ONLY other muscle car... i think it was a 7 sri Toyota Corona hatch back... two head lights... nickle trimms etc... looked good... nice to see some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muscle&lt;/span&gt; spirit spreading.... he he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loafed around in that place till about 9.00 and right before the rain we headed back home... i mean to his place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it started.... and yeah... it was a massive rain... it basically rained cats and dogs and kittens and puppies.... massive rain... and i fell asleep in a cosy couch.... woke up next morning to see aunty holding a cup of tea!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a celebration on... Chris's birthday... we stormed his place... gate crashed that buggers house... ate his lunch and knocked ourselves out... by 7.00 P.m we were all set to go to Parliment grounds to pay a little visit to the giant screen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was massive... a sea of crowd... cheering the SL team... the screen gave a little bit of problems in the begining but they managed to fix it... after that it was super... it was good... great sounds better... I really think SLRC deserves a pat in the back for setting that mega screen there... coz it was more like actually being at the ground itself... with hundreds of people shouting and cheering... papara bands playing all over... it was awsome... we had a really nice time wathcing a really nice bit of Cricket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we won!!!... as everyone knows by now... I returned to Chatu's place... and then the discussion started... what did the two of us talked about??... alot of things... how long did it last??? till 6.00 am.... sleep... well.. yeah... we were yet to think of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home by 11.30 am... (my boarding place!!) slept my ass out after cleaning my room... woke up at 7.00 p.m.... had dinner!! played a little bit of computer games.... and decided that I need to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;But it was too warm!!! I was sweating as if was in Sahara or something.... Then again a friend of mine called... well the same guy whom i've been hanging out with.... said he was somewhere near my boarding... so... got dressed... went for a ride.... ended up on some river bank near Pita kotte.... it was a nice serene place... with the moon on top of us... we had time for another very good constructive discussion..... it was very nice.... and headed back home at around 2.00 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was a LOOOOOOOONG busy weekend!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5323616171075833842?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5323616171075833842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5323616171075833842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5323616171075833842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5323616171075833842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/04/looooooooooong-busy-week-end.html' title='Looooooooooong busy week end...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-7183998394099990684</id><published>2007-03-28T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:27:42.618+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Up and Down... round and round....</title><content type='html'>Kandy and Colombo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm travelling up and down almost in a daily basis these days... and its KILLING ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... 10hrs in a plane in much much more better no matter what anyone says!!!! I'm telling ya... all those who complains about how tiring those long flights can be.... try the Kandy - Colombo intercities!!!! that three hours can almost kill you!!! make you go insane and makes you re think about how pathetic your existence can be!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he he......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i'm so tired due to this travelling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-7183998394099990684?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/7183998394099990684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=7183998394099990684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7183998394099990684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/7183998394099990684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/03/up-and-down-round-and-round.html' title='Up and Down... round and round....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6572797962375383342</id><published>2007-03-23T11:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:14:54.374Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>wide awake after a looooong time...</title><content type='html'>OH yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eternally down since the start of this year... life turned out to be SOOO fucking miserable day by day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all of a sudden I feel so alive from a couple of days back.... I find new ideas... ways to work em out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i'm high on weed or something!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wonder what the f*** is going on with me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6572797962375383342?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6572797962375383342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6572797962375383342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6572797962375383342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6572797962375383342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/03/wide-awake-after-looooong-time.html' title='wide awake after a looooong time...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-2860825757970590450</id><published>2007-03-18T09:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:29:41.348Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What is really important???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s truly amazing how life works… How the values that you give to things swing like a pendulum… one day it’s the most important thing that you could ever have and the next it’s THE worse thing that ever happened to you... and how we cannot find the balance in between... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The question rises… are we giving the correct value to things??? What is the most important thing in your life?? Have you ever questioned yourself that?? Life can consist of so many things… your studies; your parents and family; your career; your friends; your relations; your love; your future plans; entertainment… each deserving equal amount of attention!!! But what do we do??? We cling on to only a few of them… forgetting and neglecting the others… not knowing or understanding what we’re missing... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We cling on to a love… as if it’s the only thing in life… we go against our parents breaking their hearts and creating huge problems in their lives. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes we cling on to a love we lost… neglecting our careers, wasting life, time and our self…. Where as the truth is that we’ve lost only one of the important things in our life… without realizing that we waste our time; neglecting the other factors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After some time… you stop to think and only to realize that you’ve missed out some of the most important things in life… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say that its lack of vision and being naïve to do that… life is far too much to be focused only one thing… and to loose everything else…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its easier said... Much harder to go through....  but truth remains as an unchanging fact... it's one of the few things thats important in your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-2860825757970590450?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/2860825757970590450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=2860825757970590450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2860825757970590450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2860825757970590450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-really-important.html' title='What is really important???'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-278750247261543355</id><published>2007-03-14T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:56:49.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Never underestimate old people.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;An old man was sitting on a bench at the mall. A teenager walked up to the bench and sat down. He had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, blue, and yellow. The old man just stared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time the teenager looked, the old man was staring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager finally said sarcastically, "What's the matter old timer, never done anything wild in your life?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without batting an eye, the old man replied, "Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was wondering if you were my son"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-278750247261543355?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/278750247261543355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=278750247261543355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/278750247261543355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/278750247261543355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/03/never-under-estimate-old-people.html' title='Never underestimate old people.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-1454635772758778501</id><published>2007-03-12T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:37.554Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>A little drug that all of us can use!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well this is  somewhat  old... I came across it when I  was browsging through my old files...  After all this time.... I still find it amusing... he he he....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RfUeJNSxemI/AAAAAAAAABU/hNBJV-pEpCI/s1600-h/Fuckitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RfUeJNSxemI/AAAAAAAAABU/hNBJV-pEpCI/s320/Fuckitol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040968501447195234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-1454635772758778501?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/1454635772758778501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=1454635772758778501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1454635772758778501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1454635772758778501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-drug-that-all-of-us-can-use.html' title='A little drug that all of us can use!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RfUeJNSxemI/AAAAAAAAABU/hNBJV-pEpCI/s72-c/Fuckitol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6752365196579743859</id><published>2007-03-05T16:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:40:26.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dhamma'/><title type='text'>Right Understanding....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;What is Right Understanding of the 3 Facts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9;" &gt;The Blessed Buddha once said:&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible, Bhikkhu and Friends, and cannot ever happen,&lt;br /&gt;that one possessed of right understanding should ever regard&lt;br /&gt;any phenomenon as really permanent ... or&lt;br /&gt;any phenomenon as real happiness ... or&lt;br /&gt;any state as a real self...&lt;br /&gt;But it is quite possible that the ordinary worldling may indeed&lt;br /&gt;have, entertain &amp; act out such a naive and distorted belief...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:78%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;Numerical Discourses of the Buddha. Anguttara Nikaya AN 15:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is a verse that i've picked up from an article that i've been through lately... I love Buddhism as a philosophy a way of life... it has taught me alot and i've added alot of things from his teachings to my life... maybe more than I did from anything else... but certain things (alot of things infact) I find EXTREMELY hard to fathom... like these small sentenses... in a very relative world how can anyone say anything???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not that I don't understnad it... or maybe not see what it really is.... but when I try an go to think of it... its a VAS suject to think and work on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6752365196579743859?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6752365196579743859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6752365196579743859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6752365196579743859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6752365196579743859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/03/right-understanding.html' title='Right Understanding....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-2125328095596751868</id><published>2007-03-02T04:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:37.941Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempel Tree Flowers....</title><content type='html'>I was walking around the tiny garden at my boarding place the otherday and I came across this beauty.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/ReemquAJolI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rnew0O56_LU/s1600-h/Temple+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/ReemquAJolI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rnew0O56_LU/s320/Temple+trees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037177961070568018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/ReenLeAJomI/AAAAAAAAABE/0hwGsOtXenk/s1600-h/temple+flower+B%26W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/ReenLeAJomI/AAAAAAAAABE/0hwGsOtXenk/s320/temple+flower+B%26W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037178523711283810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-2125328095596751868?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/2125328095596751868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=2125328095596751868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2125328095596751868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/2125328095596751868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/03/tempel-tree-flowers.html' title='Tempel Tree Flowers....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/ReemquAJolI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rnew0O56_LU/s72-c/Temple+trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6223760573157042982</id><published>2007-02-15T07:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T08:17:00.645Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>A vegetarian issue.....</title><content type='html'>Gosh I'm so busy these days.... I don't know what to do... its super to think that i'd be having ALOT of breathing time after this week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did have some time to think of a little issue that I came across....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a vegetarian.... I've been that for about 7-8 years now... Now I find that some people really have a problem wiht that... some of the people i work with has even developed some allergy sort of a thing towards the fact that i'm veg.. I really don't know what their problem is but I have to listen to there comments every now and then....  They've even fixed up a motto sort of a thing saying "Never trust a vegetarian" I don't know what there problem is..... or even see where and how I'm irritating them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what u guys have to say about this?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6223760573157042982?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6223760573157042982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6223760573157042982' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6223760573157042982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6223760573157042982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/02/vegetarian-issue.html' title='A vegetarian issue.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5855074116640850075</id><published>2007-02-08T13:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:38.140Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Hi People.... I'm back...</title><content type='html'>Well... it was a looooooooooooooooooooong pause... again.... why??? as some of you already know.. i was down with that wretched chikungunya fever.... and I was totally knocked out for more than a week.... i was forced to go home and rest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I came back to office... and had a huge pile that i had to clear wihtout tiring myself as i was not fully recovered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i killed time watching all sorts of movies and hogging over the TV... something that I hardly do... thank you cable TV for accompanying me through some of my worst days in my life so far.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RcspCXBSGRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Qsk0_zkQnUE/s1600-h/WICKERPA-00AA1-poster_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RcspCXBSGRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Qsk0_zkQnUE/s320/WICKERPA-00AA1-poster_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029158529405163794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a movie that i'd suggest you guys to watch... called "wicker park.." its a romantic thriller sort of a movie... it really kept me right on the edge of the seat all the way to the end of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find it and watch it...... and let me know what you think of it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5855074116640850075?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5855074116640850075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5855074116640850075' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5855074116640850075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5855074116640850075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-people-im-back.html' title='Hi People.... I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RcspCXBSGRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Qsk0_zkQnUE/s72-c/WICKERPA-00AA1-poster_hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-24343631602588901</id><published>2007-01-22T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T18:55:46.800Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Marching on a dead end road.</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She slowly opened her eyes… It too a couple of seconds for her eyes to get used to the lighting conditions of the room… even though the curtains were drawn she could feel the evening…   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sun must be almost out… that’s the only explanation for the gloominess of the room… she thought to herself picking up the phone pressed a couple of keys… the LCD illuminated, 6.37PM… the display shone against the dimness of the room… her eyes started hurting disagreeing to the brightness of the mobile phone screen she quickly took her eyes off it and laid it back on the mattress… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“The day has almost passed….” &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She slowly turned her head… he was still fast asleep… she could see his bare chest slowly moving up and down… she slowly leaned forward and kissed his shoulder... so gently… afraid to wake him up… he moved… muttered something in sleep… and tightened his grip around her and fell silent again…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She kept staring at him for another few seconds… filling her heart with a lot of love… a smile came over a her… effortlessly… she felt as if she could never be more happier…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She turned her head again to a more comfortable position, bringing the ceiling to her view…&lt;/p&gt;She thought about her past… She remembered the day when the familiar face appeared from the crowd at the train station… She remembered how startled she was to see him walking towards him… How uncomfortable she got when he approached him and introduced himself. Even though she already knew… it was the first time they’ve officially talked to each other… She thought hard about that moment… wondering if she should feel happy or sad; for she still felt the same uncomfortable, complicated feeling that she felt at that moment.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Her thoughts were disturbed when she heard a loud honking sound outside… some stupid bus driver was making unnecessary noise on the road… she quickly looked at him… she didn’t want his sleep to be disturbed by anything… the honking stopped and she heard the bus racing its engine and slowly moving… the engine sound faded away slowly… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She let a sigh… and turned back to her thoughts… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She remembered the day he asked him out… again the same multifaceted feeling… She didn’t know how to react or even if she wanted it or not… she remembered how she simply told him to talk to her parents…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And how fast did things happened…. Soon they were to get married.... even on the wedding day she didn’t know if he’s the one she wanted… He’s good person… A VERY good person… there were no two words about it… but is he the person she wanted?? Is he what she expected in his partner for the rest of the life??? She remembered how she wondered even holding the flower bouquet in her hand… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She shut her eyes… not wanting to remember or think anymore… She wanted everything out of her head… she forced herself to think about the present… but the memories started playing vividly… the compromises she made… all of them… how she sat back and devour the unhappiness… the emptiness she felt all along… the sense of incompletion within her self… how she sacrificed her happiness over something she never understood… how her marriage became the biggest capitulation she made…&lt;/p&gt;She tightened her eyelids... she wanted this to stop… opened her eyes and held him gently… forcing her thoughts to the present… for a second her heart filled with a warm delight… and then a piercing sadness… she felt complicated again….     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;All she ever wanted was to feel happy, to be loved and to be taken care of… but she never went pursuing it… she always waited… forcing herself to be satisfied with what she got… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She turned her head again and looked at him… thinking how happy he made her… thinking of all the understanding that he gave to her… how he made her feel whole… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She reached to her mobile pressed the key and checked the time… 6.50 PM… she kept the phone aside and looked at him again… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She let out a big sigh….. “It’s getting late… I should get going…” she thought; not noticing how her own fingers were fiddling with her ring…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-24343631602588901?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/24343631602588901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=24343631602588901' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/24343631602588901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/24343631602588901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/01/marching-on-dead-end-road.html' title='Marching on a dead end road.'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-3292853401856858099</id><published>2007-01-19T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:04:53.314Z</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath of the Mudslides at Saraa.....</title><content type='html'>People.... Its official.... After almost working for three years... I'm resigning from the company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason - Utter disappointment over the recent developments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... not the specific incident... but the way the senior mnagement handled it.... I was sooooo dissappointed..... So disappointed over the way the approached it... and handled it.... So with utter disgust about the mind set of the people here... I've given my resignation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was agonizing to hear those stories about me... and the way they treat me after all this years of faithful service.... some of you guys know how much I've put in to this place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside... I won't be with the back stabbing, spineless hippocrites anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside... I will be jobless for a while.... well till I find one that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... wish me all the best guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-3292853401856858099?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/3292853401856858099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=3292853401856858099' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3292853401856858099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3292853401856858099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/01/aftermath-of-mudslides-at-saraa.html' title='Aftermath of the Mudslides at Saraa.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-1186739869450429278</id><published>2007-01-13T09:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T05:15:57.864Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>Bye mate... it was nice having you around!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lord Buddha ones said…. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having to be away from the ones you love is poignant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Through my life I’m leaned it and experienced it in many ways. When people pass away, when your friends and family move; go away from you. Maybe because of their jobs, maybe because of their studies… Maybe they’ll come back or maybe they won’t!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the blessed one had told in the same sutra; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having to reside or dwell with the people you abhor is also poignant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is some of the greatest sufferings that a human can go through….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In one of my previous posts I’ve mentioned an incident at my office… when one of the newly joined Miss Pink was almost mislead by my fellow workers. When young Miss Red wanted to spill some mud on me for some reason that god and she only knows… maybe not even god…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ironically the whole plan backfired and we became best of friends at office… and she turned out to be one of the best people that I’ve known… She had great many qualities in her that none in the office possessed… She was matured in both life and work… she turned out to be a very faithful individual to the company. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sadly (for me) she got a better offer and due to a little dissatisfaction at work and some major problems with her people after a reasonable amount of consideration she decided to take it… The new offer is very good for her… She’ll get some cool facilities, better working hours and she’d get to work in a field that she already knows like the back of her hand; Above all she’ll be comfortable with the people there too… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it’s really good for her…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I’m gonna experience both “Having to be away from the ones you!!” and “Having to reside or dwell with the people you abhor!!” as I really don’t enjoy the company of anyone here… maybe apart from the chairman of the company whom I work closely with…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love what I do here… I enjoyed it throughout my working period here… but one thing was always lacking… that is a person that whom you can really interact with… someone who would really tone with me. A good person whom you really can treat and accept as a friend… these people have the tendency to recruit people who are to a different category as to mine… She did fit in to the category… and we made very good friends… She was eternally enthusiastic at her work; loved what she did; wanted the best for the company. She is one of the people who didn’t have the “ah well… the hell I should bother… I’d join somewhere else if it gets any harder here!!” attitude. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a big loss for the company, but good for her… so… I’m happy for her… even if I’m gonna miss my good friend and lunch buddy… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Obviously we’d still keep in touch and all that…. Not that the friendship will end or something…)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I bid her farewell and wish her all the best at her new place… good luck my friend I know that you’d do very well wherever you are… It was nice working with you…and having you around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-1186739869450429278?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/1186739869450429278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=1186739869450429278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1186739869450429278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/1186739869450429278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/01/bye-mate-it-was-nice-having-you-around.html' title='Bye mate... it was nice having you around!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-5814778205272520428</id><published>2007-01-08T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:38.646Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><title type='text'>Late night creativity......</title><content type='html'>I was havign a miserrable time lately.... a little bit of free time but nothing to do with it... I was feeling not all that well and amazingly tired... and no mood to do anything.... my mind was restless.... I tried few things to calm my self down and to get myself in to a good mood... after a million failed attempts one thing worked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I present to you.... my Sunday late night creativity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The White Tree.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RaItCXaA_9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/efsban4fOGk/s1600-h/the+white+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RaItCXaA_9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/efsban4fOGk/s320/the+white+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017622453510275026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water color on Grainy watercolor paper.... with a mix of pastel..... most probably this represents my restless mind... coz all of this painting came without a plan... from the scratch i didn't know what i was doing right till the end of it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing to the wind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RaItBHaA_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lGzoUJ5DjBQ/s1600-h/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RaItBHaA_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lGzoUJ5DjBQ/s320/trees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017622432035438530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more cheerful me... watercolor with large dry camel hair brush.... on watercolor paper... a million tiny dots to creat the shapes and illusions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forlorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RaItCnaA_-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8N_BgncH6AA/s1600-h/falorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RaItCnaA_-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8N_BgncH6AA/s320/falorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017622457805242338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally love this one.... one of the many faces of loneliness... and survival...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-5814778205272520428?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/5814778205272520428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=5814778205272520428' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5814778205272520428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/5814778205272520428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/01/late-night-creativity.html' title='Late night creativity......'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWP1A3aRA2Q/RaItCXaA_9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/efsban4fOGk/s72-c/the+white+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-3662683055977889194</id><published>2007-01-05T06:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:35:25.566Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Happy 2007!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a sickenning silence I am back.....  before anything else... wish you all a happy new year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i know that its kinda bit too late in greeting you all.... well... at least now I did right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... looking back.... an year has gone by.....&lt;br /&gt;and well..... I feel more or less the same..... for this year I have some goals set... last year,.... well overall... its was pretty fucked up..... I got my heart broken and lost the woman I love..... and some of the people I really trusted betrayed and decieved me..... I was working my butt out... practically from 8.30 am to 2.00 am..... (well I was working so that it'll keep me busy and my mind occupied.... and I go home dead tired ready to fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best frieeds (female) fell in love with me.... but I didn't share the same feeling... it was an ugly scene!!! its not easy turning down someone who is dear to you... It was quite bumpy but it sort of solved with time... the friendship was more stronger and it prevailed... Thank god!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my parents retired.... now they're at home.... I feel so sorry and happy for them at the same time... they've done the very best for the country the family and everyone around them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were good things too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined in Blogger and I met u guys... it was superb...... the best thing that happened.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend came back to SL after almost eight years... we had a good time together.... that was one of the most enjoyable things in the past year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to become an uncle!!!! The first baby in our family...... hurrah!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my elderst brother got a transfer from Jaffna to Colombo.... he is a military guy... he was over looking a small camp right at the end of the country... Point Pedro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some of the nicest people that i've ever met... some from the blog it self ... a few from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a Part time job.... at a market reserch place and again.... met some  VERY.. ULTIMATELY nice people.... it has the best crowd ever..... very understanding and nice people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess life is like that... full of ups and downs..... the real strenght is when you can face each and everything with an equanimous heart and mind.... good times- bad times, the flowers they shower at you and the shit they throw at you... everything in an equonamouse mind... coz in the end... nothing really matters.... all that really matters is how you faced it... how you handled it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so again.... I wish you all the very best for the coming year... may you all get the strength to face and overcome all the evil that you face with... work and live up to your dreams.... and enjoy every step on your way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the blessings of the tripple gem will be with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST PEOPLE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-3662683055977889194?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/3662683055977889194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=3662683055977889194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3662683055977889194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3662683055977889194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007!!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-3312836736150919197</id><published>2006-12-27T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T12:49:40.070Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Think before you speak...</title><content type='html'>This is a forward that I got today... Thought i'd share it for a good laugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever spoken and wished that you  could immediately take the words back... or that you could crawl into a hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Testimonials of a few people who  did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST  TESTIMONY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a  hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around  and walked back out and never went back&lt;br /&gt;My husband didn't say a word...&lt;br /&gt;he knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND  TESTIMONY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the golf  store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the  women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was  approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the  store. He asked if he could help me.&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, I looked at him and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I like playing with men's balls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIRD  TESTIMONY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I  were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy  and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister started to laugh hysterically. The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my sister has never let me forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOURTH TESTIMONY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now" she would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and&lt;br /&gt;walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of  laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIFTH  TESTIMONY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked  your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of  problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day we  stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands.   It was very busy, with a full dining room.&lt;br /&gt;While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, she was clean. The realized that Danny had not asked to go potty  in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he needed to go, and he said "No".&lt;br /&gt;I  kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't  have any clothes with me."&lt;br /&gt;Then I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Danny, are you SURE you didn't  have an accident?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just KNEW that he  must have had an accident,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the smell was getting worse.   Soooooo, I asked one more time,&lt;br /&gt;"Danny, did you have an accident?"&lt;br /&gt;This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While 30 people  nearly  choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;An old couple made me feel better,&lt;br /&gt;thanking me for the  best laugh they'd ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST TESTIMONY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very embarrassed  female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she  speaks. What happens when you predict snow but don't get any! We had a female news anchor that, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-3312836736150919197?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/3312836736150919197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=3312836736150919197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3312836736150919197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/3312836736150919197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/12/think-before-you-speak.html' title='Think before you speak...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-6390548424550442860</id><published>2006-12-18T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:59:35.290Z</updated><title type='text'>After a long time....</title><content type='html'>Yeah.... A loooong time..... and two things are to be blamed...&lt;br /&gt;1. The blog itself!!! something is wrong with this thing... I cannot log in  to my account... atleast to comment... it was bloody irritating!!! But there was nothing I can do about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my busy life it self!! I am unbelievably busy these days!! so busy that I work on Saturday whole day and a bit of Sunday too.... and I'm ashamed to say that I've lost track of dates also!!! till one of my friends told me I was thinking that it was Thursday today!! NOW THAT was a messed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to add a little  bit of light to the boring busy life  I went to see a stage play... the final show of "Horuth Samaga Heluwen!!!" by Jayalath Manorathne. Mr.Manorathne was not well so someone else played his roles but still it was fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually two different stage plays "Horu" is one and "Heluwen" is another... now I'm clueless about the origins, some of the actors, who did the music, who wrote it... is it a translation or anything like that!! but I liked it... and the crowd was also good... didn't expect such alot of people to be there...&lt;br /&gt;anyways I like the Horu part of the play.... its basically about a thiefe who tries to break in to the Mayors house and ending up in a big mess coz the Mayor who was not supposed to be there returned un expectedly with one of his girlfriends!!!! the story is too complicated to wrte down like this... but it was hilariouse... some good dialogs in it and some subtle hints too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Heluwen part is also good... but i think its abit too rushed and not much body to it... maybe if JM him self did the part he might've kicked more life in to the character!!! but it also had some subtle critisism in it.. but could've been better... for some reason i think its a translation... I don't know for sure but.... anyway it was good entertainment.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-6390548424550442860?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/6390548424550442860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=6390548424550442860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6390548424550442860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/6390548424550442860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/12/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116590855160646389</id><published>2006-12-12T07:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:29:11.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Answere this.....</title><content type='html'>Why did the chicken cross the road???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116590855160646389?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116590855160646389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116590855160646389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116590855160646389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116590855160646389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/12/answere-this.html' title='Answere this.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116547521818110960</id><published>2006-12-07T07:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:20:15.746Z</updated><title type='text'>They do make a sacrifice.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This came through an e mail..... I thought that I should share it with all of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your alarm goes off, you hit the  snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stays up for days on  end.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a warm shower to help you  wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes days or weeks without running water.&lt;br /&gt;____________  _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;____________  _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt,  and go meet up with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still fights for your right to wear  that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make sure you're cell  phone is in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next  to his dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk trash about  your "buddies" that aren't with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows he may not see some of his  buddies again.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk down the beach,  staring at all the pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks the streets, searching for  insurgents and terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain  about how hot it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his  helmet to wipe his brow.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out to  lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  doesn't get to eat today.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your maid makes  your bed and washes your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears the same things for weeks, but  makes sure his weapons are clean.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go  to the mall and get your hair redone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have time to brush his  teeth today.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're angry because your  class ran 5 minutes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's told he will be held over an extra 2  months.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your girlfriend and set  a date for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter  from home.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hug and kiss your  girlfriend, like you do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds his letter close and smells  his love's perfume.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roll your eyes as  a baby cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and  wonders if they'll ever meet&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he  is fighting.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the jokes about the  war, and make fun of men like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears the gunfire, bombs and  screams of the wounded.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You see only what the media wants you to  see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees the broken bodies lying around him.&lt;br /&gt;____________  _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You  don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does exactly what he is told.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________  _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay at home and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes whatever time he is  given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________  _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get  comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to  be awakened by gunfire.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there and  judge him, saying the world is probably a worse place because of men like  him.&lt;br /&gt;If only there were more men like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116547521818110960?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116547521818110960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116547521818110960' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116547521818110960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116547521818110960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/12/they-do-make-sacrifice.html' title='They do make a sacrifice.....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116531337081936029</id><published>2006-12-05T05:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T06:10:51.374Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>PREY - The Earth's Saviour Doesn't Want the Job!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah... Now that is how I spent my poya day!!! I committed ALOT of sin killing a lot of aliens and basically destroying a whole planet... or a habbitat if I put it correctly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get what I said???  Let me  explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produced by 3D Realms and developed by Human Head Studios along with Venom Games, using the legendary Doom 3 engine (which is not developed by id games though!!) "PREY" is a come back of the original game by 3D Realms in early 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those who don't really understand where I'm getting at... its a PC game!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/359349/prey%20dvd%20cover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 252px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/306895/prey%20dvd%20cover.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play the role of Tommy (a Cherokee living on a reservation), having a heart to heart with himself. You hear about the emotional grief he has with the love of his life, Jen. Aspirations of what is beyond the reservation plague Tommy to the core and he is within a hair's width of leaving all together, despite his grandfather's wishes. If only Jen would come with him he knows he would be set, yet she is very content with her life and wishes to stay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is where the player enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/189481/tommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/988203/tommy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shortly after here the entire bar they work in is ripped from the ground and teleported to the "Sphere" in orbit near Earth. The Sphere is a living mother-ship occupied by a race that seeks to use the human race as food. A fantastic technology of variable portals and tractor beams allows the Sphere to pick and choose what it wants and incorporate that into itself. Tommy, Jen, and his grandfather Enisi are imprisoned on platforms that curve along tracks in the heart of the Sphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where he manages to break free from what seems like a procuction line of a processing plant with help of a rogue!!! and get a gun in to his hand and starts making his way to free his Grand Pa and Jen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed in to this whole epic is an underlying story of Tommy trying to find himself in his Cherokee ways. All his life he has been resentful of the superstitious "mumbo-jumbo" that his grandfather has been preaching. The ways of the spirits, his ancestors, and everything Cherokee is simply not something Tommy wants to hear. Though his plight forces him to slowly accept things of his heritage, each step is very painful and met with a lot of resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Game Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/32491/755_p2_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 155px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/801296/755_p2_7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially Prey looks like any other sci-fi-themed first-person shooter, you get a basic hud where they display the aquired weapons, health bar, the spirit bar (activates after you encounter your spirit realm) and ammunition.&lt;br /&gt;The guns starting from the crazy-looking biomechanicalAssault riffle ( You start with a Pipe wrench but I recall myself going even 150 paces encountering a few small enemies with that... ) all the way to a rocket launcher... most of the weapons are biomechanical with living parts in them that moves and wiggles about when idling.. and they automatically reload... and the Rifle that i mentioned has a sniper mode to it... most bizaare sniper version i've encountered that the living scope of the sniper comes and plugs in to your eye... giving a decent zooming ability and a heat signature too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weapons are just part of Prey's unusual design. What's really wild about the game is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/753270/755_p2_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/746811/755_p2_10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how it uses direction, gravity, and portals to surprise you, disorient you, and impress you. Basically, "up" and "down" is relative throughout the game; certain types of corridors allow you to run straight up onto a wall and then keep moving "forward." Portals tear through the fabric of the bizarre alien landscape you're fighting in, revealing completely different environments on the other side. You run right on through (and can even fire your weapons through) and just keep going, and you'll be suddenly surrounded by different terrain. It comes to real weired levels where you have to shoot and activate the gravity polarizors to "choose" which side you want the ground to be... and not to forget the "walkers" the gravity paths that lets you walk even on the ceiling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool twist to Prey is that you evidently can't die. Your character may leave his body, traveling in sort of a spirit world. It's reminiscent of the Soul Reaver action adventure series, though we're happy to see that the game's innovative twist finds its way into a first-person shooter. When defeated, it looks as if you'll have to literally fight your way back from death's door, shooting the enemies of your ancestors red demons to regain health and blue demons to regain the spirit health... you'll get only about 15seconds to do this till you're sucked back in to the metal world to fight your way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/859639/755_p3_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 177px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/145848/755_p3_6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul or the spirit realm is another added feature... Tommy can go in to the spirit realm anytime he wants to.. this comes in handy to go around in the game.. specially through the force fields... and talking about spirits... you cannot forget Talon. The spirit form of Tommy's pet hawk from his childhood who comes along to guide and aid in his quest. It helps us by attacking and distracting the enemies and perching on important consoles hinting us what to do and to decipher the alien language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphics and Sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the Doom 3 engine... Heavily modified.. not many options to change and play around with... splendid use of color and great visual!!! No glitches that I encountered...  I need not say anything else apart from that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, Prey was quite a treat to play through. provided enough enjoyment to keep you entertained until the next big thing comes along. My concern does lie with the replay value of Prey. I started to go back and play through again, but didn't feel near as much drive as I did the first time when the mysteries were still to be discovered. This leads me to believe the game is pulled along by story a lot more than it is by actual game play. Despite the replay value, simplistic interface, and occasionally cheesy dialogue, I would more than recommend this game to anyone wanting something new. The gravity defying levels, portals, and visuals make it worth your time. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         1. Theme - 10&lt;br /&gt;2. Learning Curve - 10&lt;br /&gt;3. Replayability - 6&lt;br /&gt;4. Fun - 9&lt;br /&gt;5. Sound - 9&lt;br /&gt;6. Graphics -10&lt;br /&gt;7. Compatibility - 10&lt;br /&gt;8. Price - 6    (well it really doesn't effects us here!!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Availability - 10&lt;br /&gt;10. Originality - 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 90                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(with courtsey of Game Pyre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116531337081936029?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116531337081936029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116531337081936029' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116531337081936029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116531337081936029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/12/prey-earths-saviour-doesnt-want-job.html' title='PREY - The Earth&apos;s Saviour Doesn&apos;t Want the Job!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116505415066502586</id><published>2006-12-02T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-02T10:09:45.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Out from the silent planet....</title><content type='html'>What a HECTIC week it was.... ok.. before anything folks... so sorry for disappearing from the blogger's world all of a sudden!!! There were some stuff at work that required immediate attention and I virtually was drowned in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was.... on saturday I was informed that we were taking part in an exhibition on the 29th!!!! So.. there was plenty of running around and trying to get stuff together.... and friday was my mom's birthday and me and my bro's had some surpises for her..... so I had to go to Kandy on friday early morning.... and here i am today the saturday back at work!!! and its 4.00PM on the saturday afternoon and i'm ALONE at office!!! working... (and attending to my blog too!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there's a shit load to do still.... and if I don't attend to it now I'll be in shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... I'm gonna have to excuse myself... and get back to work... will get back to you guys ASAP!! bye for the moment and hope u guys didn't miss me too much!!! he he he he!!!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116505415066502586?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116505415066502586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116505415066502586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116505415066502586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116505415066502586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/12/out-from-silent-planet.html' title='Out from the silent planet....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116427002666401084</id><published>2006-11-23T07:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:42:18.843Z</updated><title type='text'>My New Found Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Corel Painter IX...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this  is the software for you if you are in to painting and fine arts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This basically is a tool developed by Corel : the company the developed the famous and beloved  Corel graphic suit, A special tool for Painters.... with the real time painting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enviroment or the work space is more like Adobe. You can paint with any medium like water colors or oil paints or pastels or air brush or.. you know.. you name the medium and it has it... and all sorts of brushes and tools... and the canvasas and surfaces of your choice...  and you can customize almost anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the paint effects are amazing... the beahaviour of the paints are amazingly natural like.... they have special layers to work on water colors water color effects are amzing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in the process of learning my way around the software.... but i've doen a few samples with different material and medium as experiments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Water color on french watercolor paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/157598/water%20color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 311px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/827018/water%20color.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camel brushes, three basic colors, black and white.  Just look at the water color effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A close up of the water..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/525428/water%20color2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 578px; height: 120px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/429029/water%20color2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that!! look how the high ligts has come out. Man its just like using real paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oil paint and Oil pastel on Artists canvas - and diffusor tools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/605524/magic%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 504px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/154460/magic%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tools are amazing. and they provide a real time pallete to mix colors just like how you'd do it on a mixing pallete!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oil Pastel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/998043/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 528px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/568233/street.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite mediums. Look how the grain has come out in the paper!!! superb!!! and the way it has smugded nicely!!! You really feel like you're actually painting with Pastels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oil Paint - again on smooth paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/1600/662481/galle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 647px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/639/3995/320/800801/galle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil colors another medium that i love to work with.... its a forgiving medium unlike water colors my fav medium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a truely amazing software.. this is only a tiny spec of what is really available in the software...  I wish i had more time to write in detail about it... but I guess these small paintings I've done in a hurry will tell you alot about it than i actually say in words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art lovers... try it out.... Its truely amazing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116427002666401084?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116427002666401084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116427002666401084' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116427002666401084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116427002666401084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-new-found-love.html' title='My New Found Love....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116400924041506632</id><published>2006-11-20T07:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T06:09:27.767Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><title type='text'>Linger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She stopped the rapid punching on the keyboard, stretched her arms lazily and glanced at her wrist watch, leaned back in her seat and let out a sigh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“It’s almost six o’clock on the Saturday afternoon and I’m still at office working!!! How pathetic can life be?”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She muttered to her self and glanced back at the Computer Screen in front of her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She was a fair skinned girl who was around 26. Not one of those whom you’d call a “stunning” looking; but her narrow dark brown eyes that always seems to be gleaming, and the narrow lips that looks as if she is smiling even when she wants to frown and her well maintained black silky straight hair; her nice figure, the way she carried and presented herself with self esteem made sure that someone’s eyes were always following her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She raised her head and looked around the office. The well lit room around her was almost empty. The leaves of the small palm tree were waving un-rhythmically as usual to the wind that was constantly blowing from the air conditioner vent. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“It’s getting a bit too cold now…”&lt;/i&gt; she thought while trying to look through the thick blinds that cover the windows of the room. Even though she really couldn’t see it she could feel the gloominess of the rain that was pouring outside. Once in a while she could see the flash of lightening lighting up the whole curtain and then feel the small rumble of thunder that followed it almost immediately….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Crap!! How on earth am I gonna go now? In this wicked rain!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She looked around the office room again feeling a little helpless and depressed inside. Across her cubicle she could see a co worker tapping on his keyboard constantly, with a desperate and an exhausted look clouding his face as his gaze fixed on the monitor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Her eyes left him and started moving around the office room. This time noticing that even with the very well looked after white colored walls and the countless number of lights fixed on the ceiling there was some sort of gloominess covering the room… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She turned her head slightly…. another person came in to her view…. she felt a warm pleasant feeling surfacing out of nowhere…. A faint hint of a smile befell across her face. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She continued to stare at him for a few seconds. His untidy overgrown hair, his own peculiar dress sense… an off white “Ethical” shirt as he called it, (when everyone would call it a Kurutha top)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and a worn out pair of black jeans and a small bead necklace around his neck slightly visible; he looked like some sort of an eastern artist. She could see his bare feet horizontally under his neatly kept broad table, using a small corrugated box as a foot rest!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“This man is crazy”&lt;/i&gt;… she thought…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She focused on his face again… noticing how blank the expressions were… &lt;i style=""&gt;“Well it’s a while since anyone saw him in his true jovial spirits”&lt;/i&gt; she thought to herself…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She looked at his eyes… the eyes that used to radiate happiness and love… they were looking at the computer screen…. She could see the vibrant colors from the reflections of the screen playing on his square spectacles; But the gaze laid somewhere way beyond the screen itself…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She removed the headphones from her ears…. She could still faintly hear Andrea Corr asking someone to leave her breathless….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She could hear the constant blowing sound from the air conditioner… and…. A humming sound… yeah... he was humming all right… still gazing at some distant horizon unaware that she was watching him… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She listened in carefully… trying to figure out what the song was… &lt;i style=""&gt;“Cant be one of his usual songs that sounds like an aged rattling truck going out of control down on a steep bumpy hill!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She listened hard…. The tunes were familiar…. And… Bingo!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She continued to stare in bewilderment…. She did recognize the song… she could not make a mistake on this one… “Sihina Lowak Dutuwa Mathakaii” she could almost hear the voice of Clarence singing one of her heartfelt tracks… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She looked around the office room…. Her co-worker still busy with his things… she slowly picked up her mobile phone…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“You’re thinking about her. Aren’t you??”&lt;/i&gt; the letters materialized on the small screen as she kept on punching the keys rapidly… she hesitated for a second before hitting the key to send it… then pressed the key…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;“Message delivered” the screen displayed…. And she could hear the faint rumbling sound from his table… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She slowly turned towards her computer screen… thinking about him… remembering the times when this joyful man who radiated a lot of love and happiness at the office turned in to the quiet man who tried to cover an afflict that has slowly devoured him… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“An year?? Yeah… almost an year…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She turned her head slowly and looked at him again… His empty gaze has broken… he was slowly picked up the phone… she could see him punching a few keys… a hint of a faint smile stretched across his lips… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She turned her head quickly and continued to stare at her screen…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Her phone beeped… without looking at him she picked up the phone…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; well… wrong music and the wrong time I suppose!” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She frowned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“GOD! Why does this man talk like this?? Can’t he converse normally? Is it that hard?”&lt;/i&gt; She could feel herself getting annoyed… but she knew exactly what he meant… She knew that the root of the annoyance that was building in her was not his language.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“So you are??… Right?”&lt;/i&gt; she typed in again and sent it without thinking twice... and put on her headphone again… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“I’m feeling nervous; trying to be so perfect; Coz I know you’re worth it; yeah………… If I can say what I want to want to say….” &lt;/i&gt;Avril Lavigne was singing… she touched the mouse but decided that she doesn’t want to skip this track…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;The phone beeped again…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Guess I am… to be frank I’m always thinking of her... I miss her a lot you know!!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She slowly let out a sigh…. Thought for a moment and started typing;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Hey come on now… don’t be so hard on yourself… It’ll be fine. I know that it’s difficult, but life is that. Come now; please at least change the music. You’re making it hard for yourself”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Another beep. She looked at her mobile phone screen. &lt;i style=""&gt;“Oh this man!!!”&lt;/i&gt; she thought to herself and selected ‘Reply’ from the menu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Come now. You’re a nice caring person. True that things went wrong. That happens. It doesn’t mean that you should be suffering like that. You’re my good friend and it hurts to see you like that. The past is the past. There is no point holding on to it. Face the reality! Leave the past behind. You’re still there. This worries me a lot. Its time you move forward.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;It took a bit longer than to others to the “Message Delivered” to come up on the screen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She slightly turned and looked at him from the corner of her eyes. She could see his fingers moving fast on the keypad of his mobile phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beep…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Well maybe… Do you think that I’m enjoying being hurt? Do think that I don’t want out of this? I’m trying to… maybe it’s just that I need some time to get over it. But till I have a present to hold on to and a future to dream and plan about I’d be holding (or stuck) on to this past. I think that’s the human nature… It’s not like closing another deal; a deal that has gone wrong…I am in love with her… What can I do? I wish that there was a delete key where I could press. So that I can forget just like that”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Another sigh…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Well… maybe you are right… there is nothing you can do until you’re ready and willing to give up… Why can’t this man see that he’s doing nothing but wasting time? It’s time that he moves on god damn it! &lt;/i&gt;She thought to herself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;She stared blankly at the mobile phone screen for another few seconds wondering how to reply… not wanting to say the wrong thing and upset him even more… she leaned back and shifted her gaze to the thick white blinds that obstructed her from seeing the downpour outside; listening to Avril Lavign ending her song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Guess I’m wishing my life away... with these things I’ll never say…These things I’ll never say!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;Thackshila &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; November 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116400924041506632?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116400924041506632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116400924041506632' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116400924041506632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116400924041506632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/11/linger.html' title='Linger...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116366526487145990</id><published>2006-11-16T06:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:00:28.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Bithch or is it just human???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went through a VERY ugly scene at office.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my office; the division that I work in (although I am the only designer I have to work closely with some other people) has about four more people working in it. Young buggers not that much experienced some of em just out of the institutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not a very loud person. I'm simple and most of the time in my own world with my head phone on and hogging on the PC whenever I'm not running around shouting at the people in the sample room...&lt;br /&gt;So even though I interact with the people here I'm not all that connected... another reason for my "Isolation" is that those people really doesn’t fit to my taste... u know the usual office crowd for the funny is when u talk filth and crap like that!! I am good with them, I go out with them but no serious connections....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of these people a female (we'll call her &lt;b&gt;Pink&lt;/b&gt;), joined in about four months now... I myself interviewed her, I knew a before hand also from the fashion school from a different batch. A loud mouthed woman, fun but arrogant. Selfish and one of those know it all's. But since she knew me before hand and I helped her with the job we were somewhat close.... !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new girl joined in recently.... last week to be precise.  She is and experienced person, only and year elder to me, married and has a big kid also.... (We’ll call her &lt;b&gt;Red&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now since she is a mature more kind natured quiet person. We kinda got along well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday she came on the chat and asked me if she can ask me a personal question... I was like shoot it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red:&lt;/b&gt; Do you remember the picture of the child that you showed me?? ( I showed a pic of my best friend daughter... it was one of the cutest pictures EVER!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Yep.... what about her??&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red:&lt;/b&gt; your ex- was she that girl’s mom??? &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; (What the #*$&amp;amp;#(!$^!#$)!#$!!!!)  What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red:&lt;/b&gt; and who is that child real father??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It took a couple of minutes to get shake off the dizziness that I got when I banged my head on the ceiling!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; well I wish she was.... she is such a sweet angel... but she won't be that cute if she was mine would she now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;  who told you that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red:&lt;/b&gt; well its not important..... I heard it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I knew that there was only one person who can say that... Pink is the only person who knew my friend coz we were at the fashion school!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; there is only one person who could’ve said that... And I’m wondering why she said that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red:&lt;/b&gt; Who???&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Well u know.. do i have to mention names???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she knew that i know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; How come u guys talked about me??? i mean what made (Pink)  say such a thing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red:&lt;/b&gt; well... uh... she sort of told me that you were having an affair with her... and that u might be the father of the child..... and that I need to be a bit careful coz u have a thing for married women!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT THE FUCK????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say!!!! What kinda crappy thing to say???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did that bitch expected by doing that???? Is it just normal for people to do that a little bit of back stabbing... so that they can discredit the other person... she had no reason to be jealous or anything.... she had a man... whom she was going out with... and I've helped her in every aspect I could at the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm greatful to Red for not blindly believing it and being straight forward.... But if it was me I wouldn't have even bothered the other peorson.... would've simply asked Pink to bugger off.... after all that is their personal life... I really am not bothered about who's hitting whom as long as its not within the company and its not effecting there work!!! But it clearly has effected on the relationship of me and Red... I felt so weiered... and uncomfortable.... we're ok but it has stained the realtionship!!!&lt;/p&gt;I'm terribly hurt and disturbed... it's upsetting to find out that you cant trust the people around you anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it bitchiness or a part of just being human??? Am I missing something here????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116366526487145990?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116366526487145990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116366526487145990' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116366526487145990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116366526487145990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/11/bithch-or-is-it-just-human.html' title='Bithch or is it just human???'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116340322972783945</id><published>2006-11-13T07:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:33:49.733Z</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!</title><content type='html'>I've been looking for a song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Robin Hood series that was screened on Rupavahini.  I simply fell in love with this series.... casting, the locations, video graphy, dresses, storyline, Sound track..... everything.... it was the best Robin Hood EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sound track is by a group called clanned... now... the album is called legend....&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a song from the TV series which does not seemed to be included in the album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular song (only music)  is palyed when Lady Marion first meet Robert of huntingdon (The second Robin Hood) at the dance at his palace!!! when they dance holdinig candles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there has the particular song can u Pls Pls Plsssssss send me a copy..... a URL or anything where i can get it from... Thanks in advance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116340322972783945?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116340322972783945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116340322972783945' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116340322972783945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116340322972783945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/11/help.html' title='HELP!!'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116315980159316369</id><published>2006-11-10T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:18:28.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Lady Divine....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/1600/devine%20tag%20black%20ed.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/320/devine%20tag%20black%20ed.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like this... Click on the image for a larger view....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/1600/devine%20tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/320/devine%20tag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/1600/devine%20tag%20black%20ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116315980159316369?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116315980159316369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116315980159316369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116315980159316369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116315980159316369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/11/lady-divine.html' title='Lady Divine....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116308118338677017</id><published>2006-11-09T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:00:04.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Graffiti tag for Feather my man....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/1600/feather%20man%20black%20ed.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/320/feather%20man%20black%20ed.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graffity is something that has taken one of the top ranks in my interest list from sometime.... I just love the magic those artists create....  for a loooooooong time  I really enjoyed doing all sorts of logo's and graphics for people.... some musical bands, shops, online geeks are on my list of prestigious  list of custommers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine this with Calligraphy.... the art of writing..... you create magic... Like all the other stuff that I've learned... I learned calligaprhy through books and practise... once upon a time i made myself some calligraphy pens out of bamboo.... which came out very well I must say... with various nips and tips to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created this tag for you Mr.FM... I don't know how much you'd agree with this... any amendments are possible if you want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/1600/feather%20man%20tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/320/feather%20man%20tag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/1600/feather%20man%20black%20ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116308118338677017?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116308118338677017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116308118338677017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116308118338677017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116308118338677017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/11/graffiti-tag-for-feather-my-man.html' title='Graffiti tag for Feather my man....'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116306439505720837</id><published>2006-11-09T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:26:35.066Z</updated><title type='text'>For your commenting...</title><content type='html'>First and foremost; I'm not trying to compete or to challenge or ANYTHING like that with what FM is doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered this when I saw FMs graphic.... I did this on Friday, July 29, 2005. I pulled this out of my old files and thought i'd post it... I don't remember where i pulled the wheels out from....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing much.... a simple little changes in the original....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people.... Pls be nice enough to comment on it... FM specially you.... Coz even though i've done it no one has ever seen it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/1600/BMW%20original.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/400/BMW%20original.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/1600/BMW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/639/3995/400/BMW.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116306439505720837?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116306439505720837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116306439505720837' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116306439505720837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116306439505720837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-your-commenting.html' title='For your commenting...'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116298636056827066</id><published>2006-11-08T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:48:39.640Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm not well.... :(</title><content type='html'>I know... I was missing for a while... I was not busy.... But I was not well... The only reason that I came to work is that because its depressing to stay at the boarding place alone.... I might've stayed back if it was a flue or something like that.... as a favour to my collegues!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was compelled to stay without doing anything.... since my condition will not allow me to.... The office people were understanding coz they've seen me goining through this before and they know how much I suffer.. and probably in the back of their minds they know that I've over worked and thats the reason why I've got it back!!! but they were quite understanding and they did not put pressure on me... I was doing only the extremely needy stuff... and 90% of it I was just instructing people how to do it... Trust me; sometimes it was VERY depressing coz they cannot do it the way I want them to do it...&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm on pain killers... THE things I hate... I really don't like cheating myself with painkillers... its not really good coz once I can't feel the pain.... I tend to start working again and later on suffer like nothing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most depressing part of all is that I'll be getting a copy of Need for Speed Carbon anytime soon... and I won't be able to play it!! :(  I was all set for that... I even upgraded my PC to fit to its requirements for a smooth run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Hopefully I'll be fine in a couple of days... and be back to my normal self and be able to play NFS Carbon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116298636056827066?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116298636056827066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116298636056827066' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116298636056827066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116298636056827066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-not-well.html' title='I&apos;m not well.... :('/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116279637505182057</id><published>2006-11-06T06:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:59:35.060Z</updated><title type='text'>To My Sister Whom I Love the Most</title><content type='html'>Today.... is my late sister's birthday... she would be 36 if she was here today.......&lt;br /&gt;she was THE person in my life.... was there by my side throughout... giving the understanding and love that no one else could.. she was my best friend, my sister and the elderly person who guided me through out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one of a kind... she was VERY pretty had a masters degree and was holding a very good position in one of the leading insuerance companies in SL. She was fun, capable, a very attractive character that made alot men was drooling over her... and she drove a two door sports car!!!! you can spot her doing at 120 on the Dambulla road every now and then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur wonderinig what happned..... She was at the Yala Safari when that wretched tsunami hit the country... Akki, Ayya and the younger of the two sons got caught to that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'd say was the biggest loss of my life...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday akki.... you're the best...... Miss you ALOT...... a damn lot....&lt;br /&gt;May you find peace where ever you are right now....&lt;br /&gt;Love u loads....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116279637505182057?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116279637505182057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116279637505182057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116279637505182057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116279637505182057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-my-sister-whom-i-love-most.html' title='To My Sister Whom I Love the Most'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35835419.post-116227954737327189</id><published>2006-10-31T07:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:25:47.383Z</updated><title type='text'>The True Values...........</title><content type='html'>My father was a civil servant. He was a senior person in the government.... A very distinguished person... was respected by everyone for his straight forward actions and the personality.... He really enjoyed working... and he really put all his efforts in to his work... Work was always on the top of his list... (if it ever came to the second position... well then it was my mom who took that...) and he really enjoyed the prestige of his profession... he had reached the top of the ladder... we had the government provided bungalows, vehicles (which of coz he NEVER abused-we never get to drive any of those superb vehicles simply because its was against the law.. and we never had a problem with that) and all the other luxuries.... and he enjoyed it!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;And all good things should come to an end...  &lt;br /&gt;After a few decades of service... he retired... we returned to our home in Kandy again.... which was not occupied for a long time...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;now before continuing any longer... let me tell you a bit about my family...  &lt;br /&gt;My parents have four children... all boys... making my mom the ONLY female in the family...  &lt;br /&gt;Eldest son - he turned in to an army man... a captain... the second - In the electronics and telecommunication field working for an ISP as an engineer. He is married and settled down living in Kadawatha and is expecting to be a father in another few months... I’m so excited and looking forward for that!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Third - that’s me... and fourth my younger brother; after doing his A/L, he took upon robes, he is Buddhist monk.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so right now everyone is out of Kandy (or Home if you consider my monk brother...)  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;two weeks after his retirement on a Wednesday my father called me up and asked if I'd be coming to Kandy?? now... with all business and work my father had... we never were as close as I wanted him to be with us... he always kept a distance and we couldn't joke with him and all that... he was serious and always expected to be treated with respect... still he wanted us around... He gets annoyed if the kids and the wife is not at home when he returns home after work!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;well anyway... he called me up and I thought that I'd going home that weekend...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So with all the work on my back... I took the Saturday off.... and left early on the Saturday morning...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I looked home at around 9.30 A.m. I opened the gate slowly to see my father working in the garden... the house was white-washed, garden being taken care of... it looked alive after a long time...  &lt;br /&gt;my father was in a pair of shorts working on a flower bed, and my mom was standing next to him with a cup of tea for him... (My mom; only a few months younger to him will retire in a few months... she is a graduate teacher...) and they were laughing about something...  &lt;br /&gt;they stopped laughing and turned around at the gate to see who is entered... they looked happy.... so much alive and happy... content...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I stopped dead for a moment holding the gate... I knew what I wanted in my life... in my relationships... I knew how I wanted to be when I reached towards the end of my life...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My parents were getting old... what was once beautiful and attractive is not that anymore, they're running out of energy and decaying is overtaking them... their siblings moved out of the nest and no longer with them... All they have is each other...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The meaning of the word "partner" struck like a thunderbolt... look at them... after all these years... still enjoying the companionship... still sharing everything... still being the people whom turn to.... helping each other through out in everyway to lead a good life....  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I see the young couple who are married only for a couple of years and already their families are almost shattered... I've seen girls holding on to a marriage only because of their children... what are they heading in to... how are they going to survive at that stage???  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day.. all the beauty will be gone and money and all the worldly things will loose its value... all your children will have to move out and find their own way.... it'll be only you and your partner and the ability to keep each others companionship will be THE thing that keep us going...  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so stop... and think for a while... what do we really want from a relationship??... What is it that we have to look for in a partner??... What do we want that the end of the days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35835419-116227954737327189?l=thackshila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/feeds/116227954737327189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35835419&amp;postID=116227954737327189' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116227954737327189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35835419/posts/default/116227954737327189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thackshila.blogspot.com/2006/10/true-values.html' title='The True Values...........'/><author><name>Thackshila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10754812801485223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://images.thackshila.multiply.com/logo/1'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
