<?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-8700701298678919128</id><updated>2012-02-08T11:02:50.070+05:30</updated><category term='Story Teller'/><category term='Whishing well'/><category term='Thursday challenge'/><category term='Dear diary'/><category term='poem'/><category term='sinhala'/><category term='digital art'/><category term='Snapshot'/><category term='Dancing'/><category term='scribble'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Skyline of a 'sain' life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is going to be the poem/sketch of my life n thoughts......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-4546395324254599267</id><published>2012-02-08T11:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-08T11:02:50.087+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Glimps from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first instalment of a collection from my schooldays, will post the rest of them in the near future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWfiraXaaCA/TzIITohTm7I/AAAAAAAAGKg/duA4M0bJnKU/s1600/Hemin-Hemin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWfiraXaaCA/TzIITohTm7I/AAAAAAAAGKg/duA4M0bJnKU/s320/Hemin-Hemin.jpg" width="103" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-4546395324254599267?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/4546395324254599267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2012/02/glimps-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4546395324254599267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4546395324254599267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2012/02/glimps-from-past.html' title='Glimps from the Past'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWfiraXaaCA/TzIITohTm7I/AAAAAAAAGKg/duA4M0bJnKU/s72-c/Hemin-Hemin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-4890632535699393446</id><published>2012-01-13T14:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:40:36.154+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;What is it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;How is it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Where does it come from?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;How do I know which it is?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Is this it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Is it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;How would I know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Who would?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Will I ever know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;When will I know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Do I want to know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;About it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-4890632535699393446?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/4890632535699393446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4890632535699393446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4890632535699393446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-it.html' title='What is it?'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-8385342728128310748</id><published>2012-01-04T22:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:32:45.241+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Another second, another minute, another day in a new week make way for another month, yet here we are just being our selves but holding the calender foranother year, with 362 days of hope, opportunity &amp;amp; happiness left ahead of us. All missery stuck in the old calender. It is your attitude that makes lifea sucess, have a good one this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-8385342728128310748?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/8385342728128310748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8385342728128310748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8385342728128310748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-6069559441376537903</id><published>2012-01-04T17:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:36:29.496+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>She wants to be happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;she is sweet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to play laugh &amp;amp; dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay happy forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone think of her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cute and innocent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she like it that way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to stay away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the cruel big ones &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;under shadow of parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world will not let her be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will give her fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worry to be with her all time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorrow that burry her in tears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurt always lingers around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can she do?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where should she go??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will she survive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the gifts from the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did.. does.. and continue to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she look back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonders... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cute and innocent still, is she??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;play, laugh and dance can she??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was she happy?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will she be forever??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8700701298678919128-6069559441376537903?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/6069559441376537903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-wants-to-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6069559441376537903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6069559441376537903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-wants-to-be-happy.html' title='She wants to be happy!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-2660359310345895647</id><published>2011-09-23T19:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:32:47.543+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Teller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;This was my comment on a friends post and thought it came out nice! hehe :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;"Love is friendship, caring enough to want another person happy it is everywhere and there are many forms of it too, love for mother/father, brother/sister, friend orr..... it could be a person you want to share your life with, all your smiles and sorrows, anything and everything important to you or any thing not important. You maynot know it when it is there, you cant touch it, smell it. But you will always feel it, and it will make you happy to feel it too. At least that is what I think love is all about! does it exist in real life? I think so!" What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-2660359310345895647?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/2660359310345895647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/2660359310345895647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/2660359310345895647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-981338780288757341</id><published>2011-09-23T19:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:31:41.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>A wish for the End!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 14px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="margin-bottom: 20px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I have one wish&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Feel it ought to come true..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Cant take it no more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Why I know not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;This aint true...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Admit it I cannot do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Yet I have a wish &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;A wish to end it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;A wish to cure the pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;like a bird with no brain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;I struggle with the &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Wish I have&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;It give hope in a way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;To take it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;To bare the pain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;To raise the brain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;TO erase the past &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;To lay the path&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Yet.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;The coming true &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;is an action I do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;This I can not do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Call me a cowerd &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Yes I am &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;will not pick up that knife&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;nor the pistol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;jump in the river&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;walk to the sea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;fear prevent me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;keep me stuck here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;frozen in my seat &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;wishing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;just wishing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;That Death walk to me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;as I will not to him....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Because... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;it is the wish &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;of the end for all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;A wish for Death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;is my Deathwish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-981338780288757341?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/981338780288757341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/09/wish-for-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/981338780288757341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/981338780288757341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/09/wish-for-end.html' title='A wish for the End!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-7024918386696620760</id><published>2011-09-22T09:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:56:18.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vote for my friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=223164447733541&amp;amp;set=a.223163861066933.51030.114616535255000&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=223164447733541&amp;amp;set=a.223163861066933.51030.114616535255000&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-7024918386696620760?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/7024918386696620760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/09/vote-for-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7024918386696620760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7024918386696620760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/09/vote-for-my-friend.html' title='Vote for my friend!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-4076220918797968193</id><published>2011-09-13T18:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:02:30.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>A thought of consequences!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;A thought I have&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be said&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be written&lt;br /&gt;it will not be painted&lt;br /&gt;what should I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;tear it away and dump it in a bin?&lt;br /&gt;tuck it away deep within?&lt;br /&gt;and not turn that leaf again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;nagging me it comes back&lt;br /&gt;pinching me ever so lightly&lt;br /&gt;refuses to be binned or tucked away&lt;br /&gt;the thought is just there telling me&lt;br /&gt;"Idiot, I am never going away, why do you bother?"&lt;br /&gt;I give up and let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;I can live with it&lt;br /&gt;with consequences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8700701298678919128-4076220918797968193?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/4076220918797968193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/09/thought-of-consequences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4076220918797968193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4076220918797968193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/09/thought-of-consequences.html' title='A thought of consequences!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-25354171188775773</id><published>2011-07-08T10:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:03:26.604+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Me and my Creative Dream</title><content type='html'>I remember being asked what I wanted to do and I answered that someday I wanted to incorporate creativity in everything I do. This was about 6 years back and that time I wanted to sound cool, also this idea was something like window shopping, you know when you see some thing and feel that it would be nice to have. It felt nice if I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that to today there were times when doughts arised about my creativity, but I felt it in me all the time. Today creativity is why I earn money. Creativity is what make me happy. Creativity is how I escape through tight spots. I have creativity incorporated in my life in a ways I did not forsee that time. I have not fully realised that dream yet. But I see and feel myself being lead there. Thus I am in a way satisfied with my life today. With all the ups and downs in it. Although I have no idea what is instore for me tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-25354171188775773?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/25354171188775773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-and-my-creative-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/25354171188775773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/25354171188775773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-and-my-creative-dream.html' title='Me and my Creative Dream'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-4036682155851347845</id><published>2011-03-30T11:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:00:44.718+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waiting!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;It was a very long wait.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A life time to be precise... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I have looked far and wide...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;North South East and West&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Even in the News...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;But not till now have I seen anything...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Yet the wait is not over... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Got to wait just a lil bit longer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Hope I’ll survive the ordeal...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-4036682155851347845?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/4036682155851347845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/03/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4036682155851347845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4036682155851347845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting!!!!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-619291520039292581</id><published>2011-03-29T21:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:06:52.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is multi-tasking? Can I multi task?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "  &gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Now I thought I knew what multi-tasking is, but then I successfully managed to confuse my self resently! So I thought I must share this thought and confuse all of you in turn! [Sorry about that could not resist it]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I can do a wide range of work as in where ever I go I find myself doing almost all the types of work that would be available. Which does not always classify in one category. So I have been called a jack of all trades quite a few times. This made me think that I can multi-task. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;But.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;This bit of the story I sort of knew before but it sort of ... hit me on the head resently. I was really concentrating on some thing and some one wanted to ask me a question, well I didn't hear her until I was done with it and my brain came out of totally. The point is that when I concentrate on something really heard I don't see or hear any thing. But this is also conditional, Say all I have to do is copy some information from one place to another and there is a requirement to keep on doing this quite a number of times. This is a time when I can talk to people get invovled in the conversation going around. But say doing this write up or some other task demand my full attention I don't even know if I get killed on my seat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;So what does it mean? Can I or Can I not multi-task?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Can you multi-task? What do you think is 'multi-tasking'?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-619291520039292581?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/619291520039292581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-multi-tasking-can-i-multi-task.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/619291520039292581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/619291520039292581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-multi-tasking-can-i-multi-task.html' title='What is multi-tasking? Can I multi task?'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-1719614009169910939</id><published>2011-01-06T21:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:28:24.055+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well I am in a mood today! Good? Bad? I have no idea. It is a wired mood. I feel good actually as if I am strong enough for anything. This is a step up from what I've been going through lately. What to do when people don't operate on the same wave length as I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; So here I am writing after a very long time. I've become philosophical lately. I've always been a bit of it. But recently Ive seen how much I can go. It is so annoying. I've got an explanation to everything when, all I want is to crawl into my dismantlement and mope. But no I have to know exactly why this is happening to me and understand it perfectly and tell my  self that I have to do the time when I have to do the time. Annoying ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well I should not be talking about all that today, when am actually feeling a lot better and a bit extra nutty. Or may be I should share a few views of mine with you. I think not not today my writing mood has passed. Starting to get sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Booooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8700701298678919128-1719614009169910939?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/1719614009169910939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/01/title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/1719614009169910939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/1719614009169910939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2011/01/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-2139146335989377109</id><published>2010-10-12T23:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:03:47.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Randome lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think hard! why? Think clear? better! Harder the thought is unclear it gets! NOT TRUE ALL THE TIME, but is easy on the brain when it is just clear, coz am having a headache off thinking hard ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depression, is a form of self pity, annoyance, disappointment, hopelessness and a lot more, however it made me sleepy last weekend. Sooooo annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Easy life? Easy Target to hurt! Hard life prepare you for the worst! But Hard is HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is free Lonely? or is LONELY FREE? does everything good and bad have a price except for lonely? why? coz it makes life interesting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why does everything come at full speed no breathing space! to the extent of losing count of where you are in life! but nothing happens when it is a boring life same ol same ol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conversion to become a business women – 3 weeks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you figure people out? How do you know if they are good or bad? First impressions are not always right! they can be forged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIS HAS BEEN MY LIFE for the past two months (coincidentally I complete 2 months on Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-2139146335989377109?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/2139146335989377109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2010/10/randome-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/2139146335989377109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/2139146335989377109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2010/10/randome-lines.html' title='Randome lines'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-4480017786997554982</id><published>2010-10-12T23:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:43:08.565+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Catering Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was browsing for a few tips online to share with you the other day for the office blog.  Take a look at what I found!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.eventcateringideas.com/selfcatering.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;8  Self Catering Tips&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning any event takes a lot of work especially  if you are self catering the event. Shopping, cooking, decorating and general  organization can be a full-time job. Depending on the size, you might need to  rent cooking equipment, tables, chairs and even a tent. If there will be  entertainment you might find yourself scouting out disc jockeys or a band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's a lot of work, catering an event can be very rewarding and  doing it yourself can save a lot of money. Here are eight self catering tips  that you can use to make the job easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Organization. You want some  sort of a system that allows you to easily access everything you need for the  event. This includes lists and notes which might be organized in a spreadsheet  on the computer as well as the supplies that you will need for the event which  should be kept together in the same area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make Lists. When you are  self catering any event, lists are your friend, you want lists of contact  information for all the people helping with the party as well as lists of the  invited guests. How about a list of all the equipment you need to rent? Of  course a list of all the food you have to buy is a necessity as well as the  supplies like tablecloths, napkins and dinnerware. Don't forget to make a to-do  list so you can check off when you've accomplished all the other things on the  other lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a menu. You want to figure out everything you are  going to serve from appetizers to desserts and don't forget to include drinks.  Then you need to figure out all the ingredients that you need to make the items  that you won't be buying pre made. When making a menu, take into consideration  any food allergies or food preferences that you know the guests might have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shop around. Once you've made your lists and you know what you need  to buy, you can save yourself some money by shopping around. Go to your local  Sam's Club or bargain club and compare prices. Don't be afraid to look online  where you might be able to save money especially for things like decorations,  napkins, imitations and dinnerware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Schedule it out. Once you know  what you want to serve, you will need to come up with a timeline so that the  foods are ready at the appropriate time. If you going to be setting up and  decorating as well include this in the timeline. A lot of the things can be made  in advance and then kept frozen up until the day of the event. Some other things  you might be able to make a day or two ahead of time. Even if you have help self  catering the event, you want to include some wiggle room in your schedule just  in case something goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guest count. You want to be sure you  have enough food but having too much would be wasteful. Be sure you get a good  guest count so you know how much to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Throw it out. You can make  things a lot easier on yourself if you use disposable dinnerware. It might not  look as nice in your event but you won't have to deal with washing dishes and  this will be a huge timesaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Enjoy! Just because you are self  catering the event doesn't mean you can't enjoy it. If you are well-organized  and plan for things you can participate in the event as well as host  it!&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.hobbyfarms.com/farm-marketing-and-management/10-catering-tips.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h1 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);" class="news_headline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10 Catering Tips&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h2 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);" class="deck"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If starting a home catering business  is your dream, consider these tips from a professional caterer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="news_date"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);" align="right"&gt; &lt;table style="width: 227px; border-collapse: collapse; height: 294px;" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border: 1px none ; padding: 7px;"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="10 catering tips from Kate Savage" src="http://www.hobbyfarms.com/images/hobby-farms-marketing-management/kate_200.jpg" border="0" height="212" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;Photo Courtesy Kate  Savage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;Kate  Savage, a Lexington, Ky., professional caterer and writer, has learned to  persist even in difficult  circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;" id="top" href="post-edit.g?blogID=2425713880534403260&amp;amp;postID=938149950083999726" name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Kate  Savage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;If starting a home catering  business from your hobby farm is your dream, consider these 10 tips from a  professional caterer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;" class="pageTitle"&gt;1. Be  realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Catering is not glamourous!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It’s hard work and long hours.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When others play, you work.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Try these truths on for size before you invest any  money, time or effort into an extension of your endeavours.  Only the strong  survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;2. Cool as a  cucumber.&lt;/span&gt;Above all you must be able to handle stress and never appear  flustered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And that’s not just your stress, but also the  “freak-out” levels of stress your client might be experiencing.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Realise what’s at stake for them.  Trust and  powerlessness can be scary emotions for anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;3. Deadlines, deadlines,  deadlines.&lt;/span&gt;Time is unforgiving in the catering business.  Five or ten  minutes leeway is acceptable when serving, but half an hour late is not, unless  the client has pushed back the clock. Are you reasonably punctual?  Examine your  ability to deliver in a timely manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;4. Find your own  niche.&lt;/span&gt;Remember there are many categories of catering; from barbeque and  beans to pheasant under glass.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Establish your own area of excellence and  interest.  Something you enjoy, something that makes your product different.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If successful, you’ll be making lots of  it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;5. Listen to your client.&lt;/span&gt;Naturally your  thoughts and suggestions are what they are looking for, but most clients have  some preconceived ideas regards their event.  Prize these out.  They’ll provide  you with guidance and insights.  It’s the client you’re trying to please.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;6. Never apologise for your  price.&lt;/span&gt;Your product will always cost more than the frozen semi-equivalent  bought from the warehouse megamarket.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don’t be brow-beaten or back off your price  with a client that wants to negotiate a “discount”, or promises you all their  friends’ events.  Nobody wins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;7. Start early.&lt;/span&gt;Catering is  like Christmas.  If you leave it until the last minute, you’ll wish you’d  started sooner.  Many things can be organized in advance such as rentals and the  work force.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over time, you’ll become familiar with the  natural sequence. Until then, make lots of lists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;8. Friendly and  flexible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ten minutes before serving you’re told to  hold dinner – the guest of honour’s flight is late.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you slap on a smile and reassure the hostess that  you can ratchet down and maintain the meal indefinitely in a holding pattern?   Do it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;9. Remember your  place.&lt;/span&gt;Probably an old fashioned idea, but it’s easy to get caught up in  the excitement of an event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A good rule of thumb for you and especially  any extrovert servers you might employ is “if you’re having too much fun, then  you’re not working.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;10. Belle of the  Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clients love to know they have thrown a  social smash.  Share some of the comments and compliments that came your way.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Part of the point is to glow in the glorious aftermath  of the event – and that goes for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pageTitle"&gt;&lt;a id="related" href="post-edit.g?blogID=2425713880534403260&amp;amp;postID=938149950083999726" name="related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Related Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; color: rgb(147, 196, 125);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hobbyfarms.com/farm-marketing-and-management/work-from-home-profiles.aspx" target="_self"&gt;Working from Home Profiles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hobbyfarms.com/crafts-and-nature/potluck-plan-for-farm.aspx" target="_self"&gt;Planning a Farm Potluck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-4480017786997554982?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/4480017786997554982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2010/10/catering-tips.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4480017786997554982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4480017786997554982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2010/10/catering-tips.html' title='Catering Tips'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-2576555915885061425</id><published>2010-02-28T19:20:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:12:07.662+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Earing, earings a world of earings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yet again a very late post. Unfortunately I have no internet connection these days, and will be a while before I start blogging as frequently as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go straght in to the point of this post (I would burst if I don't). I am starting a side business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the earings I've made for the Townhall at Office and the Dancing Examination? I decided to make more of them and make some money out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, how meny times have you found your self wondering "Where would I get the perfect pair of earings for this outfit?" or thinking "No earing matches this dress the colors are all wrong" or "Why aren't there earings to go with all these colors in my dress". Well all that worry will be gone, when my stuff comes in to the market. Coz they are made out of cloth and it is not going to be very hard to match to your outfit. Here is a sneak peak of what you will get in the near future. Make sure you pick one up, if you come across them in a store. For you self, Girlfriend, Mother, Sister any one who would like to have one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/S4qJxHtIoUI/AAAAAAAAFxw/gIW-sCtrnHg/s1600-h/earings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 451px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443314576605618498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/S4qJxHtIoUI/AAAAAAAAFxw/gIW-sCtrnHg/s400/earings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am assuming that you are intersted in hearig (reading) about how I got this Idea (let me tell you even if you are not interested ;-) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the Townhall at office. It was a "last minute shopping for the out fit" occation. So we (Mom and I) bought a Saree, but couldn't find a satisfactory pair of earings. Since there were some extra material from the blouse piece, I decided to make them my self. They were a hit! I got a few good complements and most importantly I was satisfied with them. They were just perfect for the occation. The second pair came about with the Dancing Examination. I didn't have a pair of earings, that suited the occation and matched the Blouse Mom made for me or the Skirt. So I did the same as earlier. Only diference is that this time I used a pair I already had along with the cloth from the blouse. This encouraged me to make a third pair that I loved and lost (one earing). It was the fourth one that made me want to do it as a business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/S4qLgkuIk9I/AAAAAAAAFyQ/cVZN0Yc2KG8/s1600-h/DSCF8980+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443316491359917010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/S4qLgkuIk9I/AAAAAAAAFyQ/cVZN0Yc2KG8/s200/DSCF8980+(Small).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/S4qKuGvWDuI/AAAAAAAAFyA/_c9md0XoxoA/s1600-h/DSCF8979+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443315624318471906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/S4qKuGvWDuI/AAAAAAAAFyA/_c9md0XoxoA/s200/DSCF8979+(Small).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/S4qL0CQa5II/AAAAAAAAFyY/LeFgijOIFSo/s1600-h/DSCF8993+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443316825705866370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/S4qL0CQa5II/AAAAAAAAFyY/LeFgijOIFSo/s200/DSCF8993+(Small).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all the earings I make look normal. Some of them kind of look like the designer wear we see on TV ;-) (I think!). What I mean is that they look good but you will think twice before actually picking them up coz they are kind of unusual. Only one way to find out if you would actually like them. Put it out in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the process of making the lot. I need to figure out a name for the brand. Should I categorise them? that is some thing I am still wondering. The initial lot will have hand written lables as it is cheeper and gives a personalised look and feel to it. Because that is what they are all about to look custom made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of future plans for these including a showroom only for earings. That has to wait. Got to go now, have a date with a pair of earings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-2576555915885061425?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/2576555915885061425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2010/02/earing-earings-world-of-earings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/2576555915885061425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/2576555915885061425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2010/02/earing-earings-world-of-earings.html' title='Earing, earings a world of earings!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/S4qJxHtIoUI/AAAAAAAAFxw/gIW-sCtrnHg/s72-c/earings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-6950410278436687646</id><published>2009-07-01T20:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:33:13.556+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>Allo Allo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for disappearing again. I keep apologizing but no action taken. Will attend to it once am done with this post. So where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the bronze awards ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Remember I did the dancing exams? Once that is over they had the awards ceremony. I invited my dear friend hijinx and my mom along to witness me getting a certificate and do a ten word vote of thanks. It was fun to go to the party. I enjoyed the event and the getting ready part to it. Only regret is that didn't get to help out enough with teh decor, because that weekend was a very busy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this gathering of my colleagues from office. A barbeque, I loved every minuite of it, eventhough I got a bit bored at times, there was no music so we had to sing ourselves. I ended up using a table as a drum/bera/thabla (call what ever you can call it) and realised if ever I am to learn an istrument in the future it is definetely going to be  the Thabla. Had a load of pics taken unfortunately cant upload it now. Will do that in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the 5 year celibration at office, its been 5 years since they started and I will be completing 5 in september. Happy am I...? Not so sure. I feel it has been tooo looong. Oh yeah the next topic I have to talk about because I call it a shadow of my most scariest nightmare in life. My mom got a false chest pain, i.e we thought it was and I had to rush back from teh celibrations at office. But thank god it was only a muscle pain. She was working hard lately to clear our house of Dengi Mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you guys about this week in a brand new post. Coz I have a lot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I have misspelt the word 'the' in this post. How annoying I keeep doing this. type the e before the h.  why? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-6950410278436687646?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/6950410278436687646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/07/allo-allo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6950410278436687646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6950410278436687646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/07/allo-allo.html' title='Allo Allo'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-6513410123708820236</id><published>2009-06-04T18:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:54:32.606+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi guys long time no see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I went missing again. Like I said I was dancing hard for the medal exams. Finally it is behind me. Well I marks between 81-84 for all six dances. Which means I am recommended for the bronze medals. But if I had gotten 85 I would have been highly recommended. Yeah.............(sigh!). I'll take what I got. I could have performed better with the dancing partner I had, but he had to fly on the day of my exams. So I had to change partners in  a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got sick during the week end a stomach ache, due to bad judgment on what to eat after missing a meal. Which annoyed me a lot in the end due to the head ache that persisted on staying back. Thank god it went off by Monday in time for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for you guys... how annoying can a conductor be. No not a music conductor. but the conductor we meet everyday. I get the 177 AC buses usually to get to work. So I get in the bus and sit down as usual. Then I give 30 bucks and ask for a ticket to office which cost 25. He wanted a 5  rupee so he doesn't have to give me the change he had. I didn't honestly have any coins with me this time. (There are times when I do have change n still reply no). He did give me a 5 rupee coin, which I believe was the last coin he had at the moment. If giving a coin take about 5 secs. He very reluctantly took about 50 secs or more. Would have taken even longer or not give me my balance at all. Well I know this was not a big deal, didn't think it was until...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to to get off the bus. I was reading in the bus as usual. But I was aware that I had to get off, about 2 buss halts before my destination he poked my shoulder and tell me that I have to get off. I was quite surprised (since I was absorbed in the book didn't remember the previous incident), but packed my things and got up without a word. I was standing near the door with a colleague who was in the same bus, waiting for it to stop. When this idiot come up front and squeeze through between me and the bar near the door in front of the first seat, which I was holding on to and step nicely on my foot. My first reaction was to get surprised. The next was to scream coz it hurt. He was practically standing on my foot. but no he would not back up. Lucky me/him the bus stopped and I had to get off. I was telling my colleague about these incidents and to see he had noticed that the conductor is particularly rude. Why do people do this. Dont they have any decensy? I just dont undestand. (shaking head side ways)! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. have a nice week. My internet at home is gone for a while. I might not put up a lot of stuff for some time. Or maybe I will. (now that I am usign the internet in office for this. :)&lt;br /&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/8700701298678919128-6513410123708820236?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/6513410123708820236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6513410123708820236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6513410123708820236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-7823318460076943252</id><published>2009-05-16T12:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:44:50.543+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital art'/><title type='text'>Watercolor</title><content type='html'>I was playing around with some tuts recently, this is one of the images I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/Sg5m_l0tG-I/AAAAAAAABOo/1uDJJjsJfpY/s400/watercolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-7823318460076943252?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/7823318460076943252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/05/watercolor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7823318460076943252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7823318460076943252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/05/watercolor.html' title='Watercolor'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/Sg5m_l0tG-I/AAAAAAAABOo/1uDJJjsJfpY/s72-c/watercolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-7392864508511759922</id><published>2009-05-14T19:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:21:08.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sorry I was gone for a long long time. I got sick for over two weeks. It was horrible. Then I was still recovering from it and not in any mood to blog or to even talk with some of my friends. Felt so lonely and annoyed at the whole world. Below is exactly how I felt during that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the broad day light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where thoughts float &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;around with the darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darkness from the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darkness filled in the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darkness from the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darkness in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darkness in the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is the shadow I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of you......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black in color .... no white around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I begin to hate you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;any thing that you touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it is all the darkness in my thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that made you black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate you for all my faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate you for the mistakes I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate you for the accidents in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate all of you for just being you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reality await me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am yet to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that it is I who I hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is my world that is falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you are just you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I am the darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in my world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to wake from this nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;before it consumes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;before I lose sanity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;At the end of this stream of thoughts it is time for medicine. Then I would go back into the darkness. Now I am suddenly seeing the light. It is as if I am seeing it for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thank god I am better and back to normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-7392864508511759922?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/7392864508511759922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-guys-sorry-i-was-gone-for-long-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7392864508511759922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7392864508511759922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-guys-sorry-i-was-gone-for-long-long.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-299559958856836709</id><published>2009-04-20T10:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:08:54.351+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>Back at it! (Blogging? Dancing? Both!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long time no see ha? I know. I've treated my readers very bad,  and wouldn't be surprised if I lost some of them. I hope they will come back eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well the thing is that I had to think a lot lately. I usually don't take a lot of thing serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't have a lot of problems either. Even if every single day is a struggle at times (or even most of the times), but most of the pressing issues I chose not to deal with until I really need to get them out of harms way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time period had been just that. I had to think a lot and plant for a way to solve the issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I think I like no inferences. Don't confide in a lot of people either. Only those who are closest to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now thinking is kind of sorting its way out, and I needed a break from thinking. So here I am blogging again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I should start how my life had been for the past two weeks. The week before the last was very slow and eventful at work! The last week was super  cool coz I was at home on leave.  Good way to think. Stay at home no movies or books. you have no choice but think. but I did have movies and two books to keep myself occupied. Did the thinking bit too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would log in here and think of something to write about. But nothing will come to my head. Today I think I do have some stuff to talk about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I tell you how much I love dancing! (love it loads). We are getting ready for the broze exams. And a few things all of us had to worry about are -  partner, dress, date, time and music. These exclude the steps and other stuff we learn at the class. I got the partner thing sorted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn't want to go  partnerless and turn out to dance with the dumbest student in the class and stumble all the way infront of the judges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So me and a couple of my friends were bugging this girl from the senior batch to help us find good partners. The other two got this guy to dance with them. well the same person can dance with different people. as long as only two people dance for one exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so worried. I was wondering who would be a good partner, who I am comfortable with. Coz the guy has to lead and I will have to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw this guy who I danced with onece, he was so sweet, and helped me with some thing I get wrong all the time. So I asked this friend if he was good. She was like yeah he is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I ran up to him and asked him If he would do me the favour of dancing with me for the exams. I still feel awkword for doing that coz usually it is the guy who ask the girl even for a dance. He is even not a close friend. I wouldn't feel bad if he was. But I just do riht now. But then it is my exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I get to dance with him after that only on yesterday. He is really really good with his dancing. Just the kind of person I need for a partner for this exam. Thank god I got him to come for the exam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not nervious (am I)! I try not to think about it til it get closer. I have one month to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-299559958856836709?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/299559958856836709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-at-it-blogging-dancing-both.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/299559958856836709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/299559958856836709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-at-it-blogging-dancing-both.html' title='Back at it! (Blogging? Dancing? Both!)'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-238748538149699694</id><published>2009-04-12T14:09:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:45:56.718+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinhala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Nisadas... fro good days at school</title><content type='html'>Both of these were from competitions and the theme was to write some thing about the moon.&lt;br /&gt;I know they are wired. No I don't hate the moon. It is just that I was tired of the normal beauty of the night kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SeHYnykCxdI/AAAAAAAABDc/NHYSaz7gJ-M/s800/Sadapaya%20kumudumali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SeGru8FxhMI/AAAAAAAABDI/Qi67-e5ws40/s800/Nishavata%20pipunu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-238748538149699694?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/238748538149699694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/nisadas-fro-good-days-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/238748538149699694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/238748538149699694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/nisadas-fro-good-days-at-school.html' title='Nisadas... fro good days at school'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SeHYnykCxdI/AAAAAAAABDc/NHYSaz7gJ-M/s72-c/Sadapaya%20kumudumali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-8377681714681406411</id><published>2009-04-02T22:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:21:51.484+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Delicate! The flower?</title><content type='html'>This weeks &lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;thursday challenge&lt;/a&gt;! It is crush able! very!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SN-XL1S7p1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/xo2CpX30kAQ/s400/DSCF5742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-8377681714681406411?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/8377681714681406411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/delicate-flower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8377681714681406411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8377681714681406411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/delicate-flower.html' title='Delicate! The flower?'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SN-XL1S7p1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/xo2CpX30kAQ/s72-c/DSCF5742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-4213795715327237293</id><published>2009-04-02T22:01:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:01:53.265+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Seeking for attention! or is it love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;People being extremely pretty/handsome, having extraordinary talent or being extremely stupid could be a few reasons why they grab our attention. There are others who does a lot of things to get that attention too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how many of you notice people seeking for attention lately. They might scream out when every one in the room is silent or some thing close enough. You might think that they act like kids. Don't we all act the same at times. What if you are a kid who really need attention? Would you scream out and say, hey people I am an orphan I really need a hug or some comfort. I met a few kids who actually acted that way and asked for it simply because they don't have someone who would give that attention on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the birthday of one of the kids in this orphanage. So some people from our office decided to do something for the 23 kids in the ages of 2 to 5. We took some balloons decor and food for them and some coloring books too. We were asked not to bring Toys but company, because that is what they really needed. So there we were with the balloons all blown up and tied to a string, after taking some pics before going in for the mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the small play area for the tiny tots and started hanging the crape paper and balloons on the swing slide and etc.. got a table to keep the cake and the sweets. one of the matrons brought the birthday girl. She was so sweet and silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the little task force with tiny chairs for them to sit, their task was to have fun and get all the attention and love from us while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were seated in a circle and I was standing close to some of them. When I felt that some one slapped me from behind... To see it was this little girl called Achini who really crave for attention and that is one way she show that. She also use the other tactics like cry occasionally, or get you to carry her. All those kids there were like that, not all of them would hit you thogh(it was Achini's specialty). They would come to you with their arms spread asking you to carry them or just come up to you and hug or simply cry. Achini actually got me to feed her the piece of cake she was eating. This other little boy got me to feed him the milk he was drinking. They also loved jumping on your lap even without your permission to sit on it or roll about on it. That is what we were there for afterall, and they knew that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the feeding we got about to hand over the coloring books. We brought them over so we can color with them and interact with them. It was fun to help them out and color with them. But it also got to a stage that every kid wanted to stick to the adult who were with them and wouldn't let go.The problem was that there weren't enough adults to go around. So the beast called jealosy turned up to make things worse. He made some of them steal the other persons pastal or the book. Few kids were crying towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to leave. I really diddn't want to leave, but had to. By this time the birthday girl had gotten attached to my friend and wouldn't get off his hands. She would go looking for him and get him to carry her. We all thought she was going to cry soon after we left. Wonder how they all are now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need all the attention they can get. and it is never wrong to seek attention coz it is needed in life. But what you do to get it is the big Q here. Also give away as much attention as ou can today. Please ... for the sake of those who really don't have anyone to do it for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-4213795715327237293?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/4213795715327237293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeking-for-attention-or-is-it-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4213795715327237293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4213795715327237293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeking-for-attention-or-is-it-love.html' title='Seeking for attention! or is it love!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-364815949611880104</id><published>2009-04-02T20:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:05:15.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Willing to talk? no not yet... maybe later!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I have not been very conversational lately! Probably lost most of my readers too! This can happen occationally! First I lose controll then I go silent! That is how I get ready to deal with my issues. So YES my X is definitely back in my life and have given the chance he asked for..... I hope it will work! But lets not talk about it further coz I really dont know what I think of it. so lets leave it at that for now, coz there are more pressing matters at hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a wired Day! I got word that I will need to make a decision on some thing soon but that is also a very hard decision. Don't want to talk about it much either. Until I really know more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get into something that I am willing to share today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But That is worth a post of its own. Watch this space for more (-_*)&lt;br /&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/8700701298678919128-364815949611880104?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/364815949611880104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/willing-to-talk-no-not-yet-maybe-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/364815949611880104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/364815949611880104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/04/willing-to-talk-no-not-yet-maybe-later.html' title='Willing to talk? no not yet... maybe later!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-3305566843231824913</id><published>2009-03-27T09:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:47:15.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshot'/><title type='text'>for Thursday Challenge! (Building - hut)</title><content type='html'>This is my submission for this &lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;week!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a traditional hut of the farmers in Sri Lanka! (not that they live in them now a days!) The small hut mounted on a stand is called a Vee bissa where we store the harvest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SQc4m3I84HI/AAAAAAAABkk/Z9bt9xu05UU/s400/DSCF5102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-3305566843231824913?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/3305566843231824913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-thursday-challenge-building-hut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/3305566843231824913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/3305566843231824913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-thursday-challenge-building-hut.html' title='for Thursday Challenge! (Building - hut)'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SQc4m3I84HI/AAAAAAAABkk/Z9bt9xu05UU/s72-c/DSCF5102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-4779877824202496855</id><published>2009-03-25T11:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:21:21.844+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>rainbow in the skyline</title><content type='html'>I see colores &lt;br /&gt;lots of them &lt;br /&gt;they hover above me &lt;br /&gt;around me &lt;br /&gt;and all over me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wet breeze announce &lt;br /&gt;the end of thunder and storm &lt;br /&gt;it is time to light the &lt;br /&gt;world with the shimmer &lt;br /&gt;of sun light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon is so bright &lt;br /&gt;light is so nice&lt;br /&gt;warm and soothing &lt;br /&gt;life look great &lt;br /&gt;with hope and calm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet what is that dark cloud &lt;br /&gt;that loom near by?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-4779877824202496855?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/4779877824202496855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainbow-in-skyline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4779877824202496855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4779877824202496855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainbow-in-skyline.html' title='rainbow in the skyline'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-4949551017453690958</id><published>2009-03-23T17:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:03:54.213+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>I hate life</title><content type='html'>Life - is wired &lt;br /&gt;I thought I loved  it&lt;br /&gt;but now i hate it &lt;br /&gt;will love it again &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Why don't life leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;to be on my own&lt;br /&gt;where not one can hurt&lt;br /&gt;or I cant hurt them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then &lt;br /&gt;It will be terribly lonely&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to be alone&lt;br /&gt;now I am confused &lt;br /&gt;Cant I just be me &lt;br /&gt;and do every thing right&lt;br /&gt;or every thing I do is right &lt;br /&gt;even murder! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like life right now !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-4949551017453690958?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/4949551017453690958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-wired-i-thought-i-loved-it-but.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4949551017453690958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4949551017453690958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-wired-i-thought-i-loved-it-but.html' title='I hate life'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-8244622242101370680</id><published>2009-03-23T17:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:41:30.449+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Why do shadows from past come back? Do we put them behind us or beside us?</title><content type='html'>I really need an answer to that question! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is unfair just when I decide that it is time to move on, Life grab me and hold me back not letting me go. And my mother she teams up with my enemy (X-boyfriend)and she helps him. How fair is this? He decide to leave and I have to leave, now when he want to come back I have to let go of all my pain suffering &amp; guard(because my mom is involved). No I am not going to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry no not angry confused and very annoyed to write anymore! This is annoying! and have no idea what I've written. cant be bothered reading either! &lt;br /&gt;I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-8244622242101370680?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/8244622242101370680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-shadows-from-past-come-back-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8244622242101370680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8244622242101370680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-shadows-from-past-come-back-do.html' title='Why do shadows from past come back? Do we put them behind us or beside us?'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-8246352136131666408</id><published>2009-03-20T12:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:00:27.878+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Teller'/><title type='text'>Story of the bag</title><content type='html'>Long time no see -- ha? Yeah was a bit busy, was lost in a lot of images (*_-) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways here is a story I had to upload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a picture story! and the narrator is a little bag called "D" am stealing his owners nickname!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out one day with my owner and my buddy (her new phone)&lt;br /&gt;She went to meet her friends... I think she was supposed to give them a treat.&lt;br /&gt;We were just lying on the table while she was scribbling away, til her friends decided to turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a little girl with a loud voice and a camera.. to see she is one of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got so exited when she saw me and was taking my pictures. I should admit it I did enjoy posing for her in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/Sbzs7fQxp3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/hH1U42I1MP8/s400/DSCF7244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SbzvY5jz3DI/AAAAAAAAAz0/XGagHzVmqWo/s400/DSCF7248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/Sbzv_76OCXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/y0QhSBTDBIQ/s400/DSCF7249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SbzxYoogJzI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/kvRfG0aNYD8/s400/DSCF7251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't realise that I was tired, She kept clicking away! I got annoyed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SbzwmKMVuwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/kCONAF9BhSA/s400/DSCF7250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't stop so I decided to let her be and listen to some music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/Sbzx93oTuOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/YNpjtHBBeNM/s400/DSCF7252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But It was a fun visit all in all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-8246352136131666408?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/8246352136131666408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-bag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8246352136131666408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8246352136131666408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-bag.html' title='Story of the bag'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/Sbzs7fQxp3I/AAAAAAAAAzM/hH1U42I1MP8/s72-c/DSCF7244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-7553226045733408609</id><published>2009-03-15T17:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:48:32.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fear make you strong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This might be a strange topic, but this idea suddenly popped in my head at work one day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was trying to write a poem out of it for some time now. here is what I came up with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It make you unstable&lt;br /&gt;you lose control or freeze&lt;br /&gt;you cry or die&lt;br /&gt;but it also make you strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is why you don't get close to danger&lt;br /&gt;It is why you watch your back&lt;br /&gt;It is why you take care not to lose&lt;br /&gt;It is why u are immune to emotion&lt;br /&gt;It is why u smile all the while&lt;br /&gt;It is what make you think before you act&lt;br /&gt;It is what make a mother protect a child&lt;br /&gt;It is what keep you close to your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the underlying reason behind most of our actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take fear in your palm keep it close&lt;br /&gt;Do not let it consume you but teach you&lt;br /&gt;Some of the important lessons in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-7553226045733408609?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/7553226045733408609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear-make-you-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7553226045733408609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7553226045733408609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear-make-you-strong.html' title='Fear make you strong!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-3222797698598745958</id><published>2009-03-13T12:24:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:46:37.329+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whishing well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Thoughts for the Wishing well! - Why I need  a Tablet notebook (So bad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I meant to write this a few days back and even wrote it down so I won't forget. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But my life is such that I seriously need to find a wishing well to put these thoughts in it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I need a tablet Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because my PC is currently unconscious it suddenly decided not to boot up and I need to take it to my friend who will fix it for me (Bummer :(( ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because I really need a mobile computer, So I can use it while I watch TV, before going to sleep, at Dinner, on my way to work (hopefully if mom let me take it)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Then I can read e-books, go online, and watch movies at my bed (and not bother mom too much at night - she hate to sleep when the light is on, my computer is very close to her bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because I love sketching and don't have a scanner! (Taking pics of them and uploading them are a bit of a hassle and would like to do otherwise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (Why It has to be a Tablet not a normal Laptop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why I cant get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOooooooooooooooooooooooo expensive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I need to get a really good one that cost about 2Lks of LKR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;because I wouldn't be buying one for years to come and cant be bothers putting up with fixing it when it crash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So this one goes in the wishing well with a 1 rupee 'coz I cant find a penny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 65px; height: 64px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SboHuY9LJ1I/AAAAAAAAFrY/VjoSnwUKh4E/s400/2ieepd45pnr4gq45ge5dsaam_one+rupee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312567203991332690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8700701298678919128-3222797698598745958?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/3222797698598745958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-for-wishing-well-why-i-need.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/3222797698598745958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/3222797698598745958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-for-wishing-well-why-i-need.html' title='Thoughts for the Wishing well! - Why I need  a Tablet notebook (So bad)'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SboHuY9LJ1I/AAAAAAAAFrY/VjoSnwUKh4E/s72-c/2ieepd45pnr4gq45ge5dsaam_one+rupee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-6238361628218263744</id><published>2009-03-12T11:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:59:50.532+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Ruins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Broken In need of repair is this &lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt;Thursday's Challenge!&lt;/a&gt; Here are the ruins at Belilena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SORtI10GqSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tdLKS9zqUQw/s400/DSCF5879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SORscudeM1I/AAAAAAAAAZI/jCYJjBKNxCU/s400/DSCF5874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-6238361628218263744?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/6238361628218263744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/ruins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6238361628218263744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6238361628218263744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/ruins.html' title='Ruins'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SORtI10GqSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/tdLKS9zqUQw/s72-c/DSCF5879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-4029372694816168118</id><published>2009-03-11T10:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:50:14.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>Dancing again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SbifvkHmuiI/AAAAAAAAFpg/mJjavq1cBYQ/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SbifvkHmuiI/AAAAAAAAFpg/mJjavq1cBYQ/s400/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312171399981742626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am fairly certain after this post you are going to get fed up of me talking of dancing! So I will mention the dancing part about last Saturday, first so you will forget about it by the time you finish reading this post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here goes... I was dancing...... n dancing.... n dancing...... for three hours. Only breaks were the time I went off for water! and loved it so much. I am still dancing (in my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now about the evening! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was a function at office, something like a high profile business meeting with loads of fun at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off bad for me! I was supposed to be there by 5:30 but was still stitching my blouse by 5:30 so it was 6:29 when I got there just before the presentations began.&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe what I was wearing! It was a bright yellow sari with the shawl part of it taken from the back and brought it in front replacing the sleeve of the blouse, as the blouse was sleeveless. And very ethnic looking earrings, that I made by my self! (I love them both the sari and the earrings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to go in time for the Design team picture, but not of the entire group of people who was there. (sigh..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had presentations by the senior members in the team about the future plans and what we achieved last year! Then came one of my favorite parts in the evening. Award presentation! Guess who got the quality is the key champion award from the design team! (yup you are right in thinking it was "yours truly")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fabulous dinner! quite different from the usual. Then came the Dancing... you know how that went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home late, sleepy and with my knee caps in my hand as they fell off on the way out! (really!) fortunately they mended over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fabulous evening! tiring but enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;Will put up pics soon after I get them! coz I left my cam at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8700701298678919128-4029372694816168118?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/4029372694816168118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4029372694816168118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/4029372694816168118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-again.html' title='Dancing again!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SbifvkHmuiI/AAAAAAAAFpg/mJjavq1cBYQ/s72-c/22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-8818186813187160083</id><published>2009-03-05T21:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:02:09.643+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Birtday spirit changes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was ideally supposed to write this two days back. Bu I had this strange feeling and didn't feel like writing about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usually when my birthday get closer I would tell about it to every one around me! But this time I didn't bother telling or even bother about getting something new to wear. I only bought it because of my mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to work in the morning and Started work as usual. I have to admit that I did feel very happy! but not hyperactive like I usually was. No one wished me when I walked in. The strangest thing is that I knew and I didn't even hope that they would remember,It somehow didn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only when I offered the milk rise to my friend, he asked me what was special today. Then he remembered that my birthday was supposed to be close. Even then he didn't wish me.. he was like - "It is not you birthday today? Is it?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I just had to grin back. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then came all the wishes. Later I gave them some cake (Lycheese Gateau - Yum yum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got loads of hugs and wishes and no gifts except for flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And in a strange way it really did not matter! It was like just another happy day! didn't have the urge to to any thing stupid or special! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does this come with you being quarter century old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or is it that I am finally growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I like this strange clamness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wonder how long it will hold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is like I can take in all the worries in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Thank fully nothing remotely bad happened for the past two days!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did have a truly HAPPY BIRTHDAY! coz I got the wishes of ALL the people I counted as being very close.&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/8700701298678919128-8818186813187160083?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/8818186813187160083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/birtday-spirit-changes.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8818186813187160083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8818186813187160083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/birtday-spirit-changes.html' title='Birtday spirit changes!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-7300345969180800198</id><published>2009-03-05T20:03:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:25:47.528+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshot'/><title type='text'>Thursday Challenge!</title><content type='html'>Found the&lt;a href="http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html"&gt; Thursday challenge&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://mickmathersartblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;mickmather&lt;/a&gt; 's blog! It looked like fun. So I will be participating in this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my submission for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SN-S99l78kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jCK6BT5f_po/s400/DSCF5723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://mickmathersartblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;mickmather&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-7300345969180800198?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/7300345969180800198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7300345969180800198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7300345969180800198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-challenge.html' title='Thursday Challenge!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SN-S99l78kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jCK6BT5f_po/s72-c/DSCF5723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-3934681885213039962</id><published>2009-03-05T12:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:20:09.415+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What reading is for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PvzBOtfZ58eaMBLA3OK3mQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCJPL3YGXt9OpHA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Sa98Qa0wKZI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/5rE-cq6RPMc/s800/reading-is-addictive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As much as I love it, this is the truth!&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/8700701298678919128-3934681885213039962?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/3934681885213039962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-reading-is-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/3934681885213039962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/3934681885213039962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-reading-is-for-me.html' title='What reading is for me'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Sa98Qa0wKZI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/5rE-cq6RPMc/s72-c/reading-is-addictive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-8141689333524315107</id><published>2009-03-03T21:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:37:29.377+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Freedom of Flight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Sa1VNT_lbaI/AAAAAAAAFmY/h6aYBJK4c9c/s1600-h/Freedom-of-flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 541px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Sa1VNT_lbaI/AAAAAAAAFmY/h6aYBJK4c9c/s400/Freedom-of-flight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308993222933310882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Sa1UhweRScI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/lyDZnWg4xRg/s1600-h/Freedom-of-flight.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/8700701298678919128-8141689333524315107?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/8141689333524315107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8141689333524315107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8141689333524315107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Freedom of Flight!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Sa1VNT_lbaI/AAAAAAAAFmY/h6aYBJK4c9c/s72-c/Freedom-of-flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-7315849495807914099</id><published>2009-03-03T11:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:58:25.219+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scribble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>Heavenly dancing! (the elixir in my life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1OlH7dju8J_RpLkOyNPILA?authkey=Gv1sRgCKmcifLCn43dsgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Sa92R8vKAqI/AAAAAAAAFmg/3jIMOm-GOyE/s800/Dancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-7315849495807914099?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/7315849495807914099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/heavely-dancing-elixir-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7315849495807914099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/7315849495807914099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/heavely-dancing-elixir-in-my-life.html' title='Heavenly dancing! (the elixir in my life)'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Sa92R8vKAqI/AAAAAAAAFmg/3jIMOm-GOyE/s72-c/Dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-1415306393801085372</id><published>2009-03-03T09:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:01:52.891+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Dance Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SayymGgQKII/AAAAAAAAFmI/R82lFOc8q3A/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SayymGgQKII/AAAAAAAAFmI/R82lFOc8q3A/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308814428413634690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dance is a fever! oh yeah! got to experience it in a major way this Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh  boy how I loved it. It was worth all the effort. Including the incident when the zipper of the dress coming off half hour before I had to leave for the dance. Cool ha! I didn't have blood in my body by the time I got the zip fixed and got in to the cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was supposed to go to hijinx's place and leave with her. Half way through the journey I realized that I forgot to bring my ticket to we had to go back 4 km to get my ticket from home! It started out disastrous. DAMN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally after getting my dear friend ready and getting some pics before the make up goes off, we were on our way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was nervous coz we didn't know meny people in the crowd and couldn't find a table! It was annoying trying to find one too. All the good tables and the ones had empty seats were reserved! Finally we managed to find a table where there were a few afamilier faces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the dancing started boy was it fun! I am still dancing when ever I hear music, even in the bus. But a bit subtle than the time I dance at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My most favourite part about it was the twirling of the dress and being spinned round and round and round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I so want to do that agan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-1415306393801085372?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/1415306393801085372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/dance-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/1415306393801085372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/1415306393801085372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/03/dance-fever.html' title='Dance Fever!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/SayymGgQKII/AAAAAAAAFmI/R82lFOc8q3A/s72-c/11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-6739591233174105291</id><published>2009-02-24T20:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:38:30.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Time to get off the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another inspiration that hit me on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge body of water&lt;br /&gt;around me&lt;br /&gt;knee deep waves&lt;br /&gt;are one of my joys&lt;br /&gt;seeing the apparently&lt;br /&gt;still sea I spend&lt;br /&gt;hours before&lt;br /&gt;realization hit me&lt;br /&gt;time to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am still at the beach - &lt;scream&gt; some one get me out I am mesmerized!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-6739591233174105291?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/6739591233174105291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-get-off-beach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6739591233174105291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6739591233174105291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-get-off-beach.html' title='Time to get off the beach'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-5748596458760865326</id><published>2009-02-24T19:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:24:48.678+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Looking upto/at/for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was inspired by a family who were at the pool in the mount hotel! They had two cute little kids! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;two little steps I keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;look up and see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your approval it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Word by word combined to be a verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then you complement me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Letter by letter I write for you to admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you agree I can write nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see you hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;guiding me throughout school&lt;br /&gt;What a comfort it is&lt;br /&gt;for a a lot of effort is needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I start work get my first salary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look behind to ask what should I do father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see only my mother standing alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so I look around&lt;br /&gt;yet long gone you were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still looking ... for you.....&lt;br /&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/8700701298678919128-5748596458760865326?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/5748596458760865326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-uptoatfor-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/5748596458760865326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/5748596458760865326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-uptoatfor-you.html' title='Looking upto/at/for you!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-8351844854460215300</id><published>2009-02-24T17:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:16:26.117+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Bored.. really?</title><content type='html'>I have no work..........&lt;br /&gt;but I do............ &lt;br /&gt;A lot of it if I think I wanted to.......&lt;br /&gt;but do I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy&lt;br /&gt;am I really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am sleepy.... &lt;br /&gt;But I feel wide awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go there or stay here...&lt;br /&gt;Right now it is nowhere!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be it is all a dream.. &lt;br /&gt;No this is life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live it minute by minute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-8351844854460215300?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/8351844854460215300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8351844854460215300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/8351844854460215300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored-really.html' title='Bored.. really?'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-5397228470127802413</id><published>2009-02-24T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:09:11.194+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>Out in the beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I am going to tell about my week end! not the whole weekend but specifically the Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two foreigners who are visiting us at work, so we decided to take them out to the beach, because it will be so much fun! and FUN it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at the mount hotel beach in the morning! and the view was spectacular! (did I mention I love the beach :-D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaDjWyBAipI/AAAAAAAAAEA/P0ZP_ynEy1c/s400/DSCF6879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an abandoned boat that fascinated me. It looked so lonely in the middle of nowhere, couldn't resist the urge to take a picture for my collection. So this post is going to be a presentation of the photographs as well as a account of what happened.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaDftCw6YVI/AAAAAAAAADI/v-7fkMVgEw8/s400/DSCF6873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaDuWosn_sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6edfNPMNVE4/s400/DSCF6898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaDofhekjTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZGfzmhn80QE/s400/DSCF6888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to sit at the seafood cove, and teach our friends from Philippines how to play cricket! Well.... I did not help much with that because I am not very good with cricket. But managed to get some pics of the guys in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaEZrq7695I/AAAAAAAAASA/seRl3at2WZw/s400/DSCF6973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaD1uCI0cnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9IVBvWyIylY/s400/DSCF6911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaD8u4JM6II/AAAAAAAAAKc/2SKq-b9VRfg/s400/DSCF6923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon all of us got bored, and the fun began..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed my camera over to a friend, because if I had it with me I would take pictures of every thing else but me! (Then I would have to answer to my mother. She will kinda.. throw a fit and ask me what did I do beside taking pics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my hands free from the camera I had to find some thing to keep me occupied. That is when I started building a sand castle, which decided to fall off the at the slightest touch! to make matters better (sarcastic smile) my dear friend decided to jump on top of it. I just had to chase after him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funnest part about it is how the others relate this incident as he is almost (not exactly) twice as tall as I am (imagine me trying to catch up with him)! Although he was kind enough to stop and let me hit him, I was too tired of running, I just could not do that! (This is going to be one of those incidents narrated to the people who were not there to witness it. Then retold to bug me, when ever the opportunity arrive!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some photo shooting sessions soon after. (most of them were wacky pictures!). Some future profile pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were so close to the sea it was about time we jump in. The sun was so hot some of the guys decided to stay back where it is safe and shady. But those of us who couldn't stay out of water had to jump in.&lt;br /&gt;Me being so scared of water(not the water exactly but the fear of drowning I think! this is why I cant swim yet!)I had to stay close to shore and wade. Which was almost as good as a sea bath because some of the waves reached close to my head. When it did not I lost my balance and fell in water. I heard some thing nearly snap in my knee during the wading session. But it was no major injury (Thank god!). After a few hours of screaming , covering people with sand and throwing sand at each other, we were very hungry for the fabulous lunch they offered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we had to leave the beach soon after lunch! But my friend and I decided that we were gong to the pool. The others were too lazy and idiotic to leave us behind! (I have to admit some of them did have genuine reasons - other than just falling asleep even after promising to return :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away by the view near the pool, so while she was doing a few laps in the pool I caught some fabulous pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaFDnh9k32I/AAAAAAAAAdE/5unvWGfmP_I/s400/DSCF7050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaFIy6SQuxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8HFGbzmTBPI/s400/DSCF7059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaFBTBLIxKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/TniIsR1RXew/s400/DSCF7046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaFSrkUWWrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/o9g7S7SSNEY/s400/DSCF7077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaFVXd_pxVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/N5ayr1jcl-c/s400/DSCF7082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaFZLjnsENI/AAAAAAAAAiw/SZ9Pv4vGjKU/s400/DSCF7089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaFaUhQhq4I/AAAAAAAAAjE/606_R5wIgZg/s400/DSCF7091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaFaUhQhq4I/AAAAAAAAAjE/606_R5wIgZg/s400/DSCF7091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided.... when I can afford to buy a house.. It most probably is going to be overlooking the sea with a balcony I can sit in! (nice dream ha...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to go to the beach every week end! ;-)!&lt;br /&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/8700701298678919128-5397228470127802413?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/5397228470127802413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-in-beach_24.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/5397228470127802413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/5397228470127802413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-in-beach_24.html' title='Out in the beach!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zyHUWQedkxs/SaDjWyBAipI/AAAAAAAAAEA/P0ZP_ynEy1c/s72-c/DSCF6879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-567109388958071319</id><published>2009-02-22T12:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:54:38.236+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Teller'/><title type='text'>La Cucaracha’s day out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be your narrator today. (a lousy one too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;Here we go..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are following a character called Rob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a short form for Robby? Robert? Berty?&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know and don't care either......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s begin our journey with Rob.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly felt very scared... just scared.... he doesn’t know what to do, where to go, even moving a step ahead was very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked around doesn’t see any difference only the darkness. PITCH BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;He feels so trapped, senseless, as if… as if some one had dropped him in the middle of a dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If only... If only I could see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that made him realize what was wrong all this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open your eyes you... idiot...." he mutters.&lt;br /&gt;And slowly as his eyelids separate he see light&lt;br /&gt;Then the wooden floor, and the very dusty wall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only see the wall close to him, and can't locate where the other walls are.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because, it is a massive hall which seem to have no ending…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is this place?"&lt;br /&gt;"How did I get here? Sure didn't walk in on my own"&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't even take a ride for sure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me think, last I remember was lying down on the roof in the super hot sun wondering..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..... Let’s try to get this place figured out"&lt;br /&gt;"May be there is a way out in this direction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decide to walk away from the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is walking a long way when he realized that the wall is getting away from him and don't see the other end of the room yet....&lt;br /&gt;"Okay looks like I've stumbled upon the room of no ending"&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder what is up there" and he looks up to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amazing I have never seen such big roof tiles.........."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey am I...... In… a.... ceiling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay where have we landed now.... in an episode from Gulliver's travels? Or part of the wonderland Alice visited? Well at least we didn't come across anything scary YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on a sec there, what is creeping behind Rob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned around just in time to see a huge............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COCKROACH!"&lt;br /&gt;"He is twice my size too......... better be on my way before we sit for lunch where humans are on the menu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robs feet are picking up speed and looks like he is getting away. The cockroach can't reach him yet because Rob is fast. The cockroach decided to stop. There is some kind of movement with his wings..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT THE WINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Rob is really frightened the distance between them are reducing rapidly. Rob has no chance of making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice lunch Rob! Nice knowing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROB! Where did he go now... Rob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there he is hanging between two strips of wood on the ceiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roach can't get to him now it is fluttering it’s wings and trying to pick him up from within the ceiling boards, but it can't reach far enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Safe! Even if, I am hanging from the ceiling and “only” 2cm small!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no…. How do I get out of here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't let go. If I do then I will fall on to that fan and die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob is now stuck if he climb up then he will be the lunch for a Roach if he let go of the ceiling then he will be torn to pieces by the already rotating fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should he do now? Oh he is climbing the wire of the fan to get away from both the fan and the roach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets to the wall eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Phew! At last the wall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob is now climbing down the wall. Look like he is planning to get to the floor. Safe and sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH NO..........not again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost his grip on the wire just as he touched the wall now he is falling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh he can grab that crack on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed it, but it broke his fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob just landed on a nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up holding on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saved by the nail!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do I do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Only one way to go. In to the wall”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bit of a hole in the wall from where the nail came out from.&lt;br /&gt;It is bigger than it looks from the outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow this is one big puzzle!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let’s see what we have here. Maybe I will wake up from this dream if I walk this way, or at least find a way out of this maze and not fall in trouble"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob is walking in between two rows of bricks......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taking him nowhere. There seem to be no end to this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bricks are a bit unsteady here, wonder why!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob misses a step, and land on one of the bricks below him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting up gently so that he won’t hurt himself anymore... But.. As he is getting up he feels fear returning to him. As if… … As if he is surrounded.&lt;br /&gt;He stands up just in time to be pushed back on the ground by a huge cockroach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where do you think you are going pal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That voice does not come from the roach who pushed him over, but the one standing above his head……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God I am surrounded by talking cockroaches!!!!!!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No buddy we have found a talking, miniature human!!!” That is the one who pushed him and pinned him down with one of the hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;“Well in time for lunch too.. I am really hungry” The Fattest roach of all with fluffy wings look hungry indeed.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey fatso YOU are always hungry!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why should we eat him lets study him so we can learn about humans and learn so we can find better food sources” Says the roach standing tall on Robs right with nerdy looking black circles around his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s think about the future!!! As usual………..” Fatso rolls its eyes at the nerdy looking roach.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong with eating him up while he is in our captivity?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, ok let’s take a vote on how we take care of this creature” Says the big black roach standing behind Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Raise your hands if you want to eat him!” only the fatso raise his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I agree with nerdy we should study him. If he doesn’t give us useful information then we will eat him” says the one pinning him down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t wait to see he fail, coz I would love to taste him.” Fatso is not going to make it easy for Rob.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey you guys this is me you are talking about so don’t I have a say in my faith?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Obviously you don’t!” Fatso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s take him to the prison”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah let’s”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some one will have to guard him too, Especially from Fatso!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on guys I am very innocent!!!!” Fatso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not when it comes to food!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting…&lt;br /&gt;Rob is being dragged away for experiments…… just like a guinea pig……Or rather guinea man! (If there was such a species in existence or maybe rob will be the first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too inquisitive to leave rob alone at this hour, so lets follow him………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are dragging a screaming Rob away through the unsteady bricks in the wall….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the family room of the house? Quite spacious and decorated with roach feathers, lets not forget the roaches too. Not only the party of four we met earlier, but many more. A little kingdom of Roaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob is too terrified to comment on it or even to breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep on dragging him until they throw him in between a few broken bricks, which I assume serves as a prison to the unwelcome guests or rather creatures to be experimented on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting darker wonder what they are planning to do with Rob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe I don’t want to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it now? He really need to work on the pitch of his scream no matter how much of a danger he is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy is caring a knife and walking towards Rob, Hence the scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Nerdy going to dissect Rob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no don’t want to see this……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have to worry I was just going to cut you a piece of cheese, you like cheese don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hospitality? By Roaches I don’t believe this!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t talk like I am not here. I can understand you remember.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Nerdy is sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry didn’t mean to hurt you” says rob taking the piece of cheese Nerdy offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now let’s get to business”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time no mistaking it Nerdy jumps on top of one of the rocks that hold Rob a prisoner, with the knife in hand and stabs him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob fainted right away…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey am I dead?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that Rob? What happened? Where is he? Is he dead? Am I dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is. Lying on the roof caring a knife and about to stab a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;This time he is not 2cm tall but his actual size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe this…. Walking in on Robs daydreaming... What was I thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. My little story for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8700701298678919128-567109388958071319?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/567109388958071319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-cucarachas-day-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/567109388958071319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/567109388958071319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-cucarachas-day-out.html' title='La Cucaracha’s day out!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-6049748506983081678</id><published>2009-02-22T11:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:34:27.753+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>A close call! (not exactly but the closest I have gotten so far I think!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I saw the post by &lt;a href="http://sabbyaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-is-it-gonna-happen.html"&gt;Sabby&lt;/a&gt; thought I should relate my experience too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was around 9'ish on the Friday!&lt;br /&gt;I was totally absorbed in blogging checking out the blogs done by those who commented on mine, and was commenting on posts..... you know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decide it is time to kill the power, and I was in the middle of trying to upload a profile picture(curses)! thought it was just one of those power cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I cant do anything else I went looking for my mom, well she was looking for a candle for the next door lady, to see we have only one candle which was already burning at the time. Even the shops are out of candles. Then we decide to eat in the dark using the light from my book light (thank god for that, I hate eating in the dark!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard fire crackers (i thought they were). Mom got scared and told me that they were firing. Initially it sounded far away then it got closer at one point it was almost like on top of the roof (I am pretty sure it didn't get close to our house but sounded very much like that!). Then we decided that we don't want to die in case a stray bullet come our way, so we crawled under my bed! (now I feel stupid saying this - but bullets are deadly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what my neighbors did instead! They were sight seeing! I heard them standing out side the houses and talking about the lights, counting the shots etc! How dumb can they get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the firing went down we crawled out, and started to have dinner in the dark! (one have to survive after all). Actually I had rice for the dessert, but answered a lot of calls for dinner (-_*)! all our friends and family were checking up on us! including &lt;a href="http://dancingwithd.blogspot.com/"&gt;hijinx&lt;/a&gt; who wanted to make sure mom and I have not merged in to a single piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me realise that how horrible it must be for the soldiers out there in the north, both the SL ARMY and LTTE! no I am not a LTTE supporter but they are also human, I THINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't understand the purpose of having a war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8700701298678919128-6049748506983081678?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sabbyaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-is-it-gonna-happen.html' title='A close call! (not exactly but the closest I have gotten so far I think!)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/6049748506983081678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/close-call-not-exactly-but-closest-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6049748506983081678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6049748506983081678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/close-call-not-exactly-but-closest-i.html' title='A close call! (not exactly but the closest I have gotten so far I think!)'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-5678132458698769029</id><published>2009-02-20T10:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:02:49.182+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>My dream your dream our dream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Filled with colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sparkling with light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dancing in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;chased by the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;even cruel people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the mystry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and the fear of revelation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;of the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;or your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;running away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;from life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;facing the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;about desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it is a story worth telling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but held back by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the fear for revealing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dreams are to be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;while they last in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but thought about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when you are awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;because they are all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the thoughts that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;fear hold back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;from rest of the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-5678132458698769029?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/5678132458698769029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/filled-with-colors-sparkling-with-light.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/5678132458698769029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/5678132458698769029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/filled-with-colors-sparkling-with-light.html' title='My dream your dream our dream!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-6942285171676576099</id><published>2009-02-20T09:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:06:40.428+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear diary'/><title type='text'>A Tall Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the happiest girl today in my office! You might ask why! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, for those of you who know me .... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Chris just told me that I've gotten a bit taller!" (Yippiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those of you who doesn't know me.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I am quite short and my friends call me 3 feet no inches - in exageration!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I am a bit taller than that! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So one of my lifes dreams would be to put on a few inches more to my body structure! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of being short there are plus points of being shrot too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like being able to hide behind tall people from both people and the hot sun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to find the best view giving &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey I cant see from over there would you mind moving so I can see better" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as a excuse to get in front of the line/crowd. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even to climb on some thing that is taller than the normal view! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is also not that hard to reach the ground when you have dropped some thing or crawl under a table to find that pencil you dropped! (some thing people who have big bellys hate doing!) This reminds me of my father who refuses to sit on the floor because of his belley. He will always go look for a  chair or a bench at alms givings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That is also some thing I am good at like sitting cross legged on the ground or even on any chair/table, which amuse a lot of people! (-_*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now I am running out of ideas as to why it is good to be short, so I shall stop before I forget the good mood I am in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So thanks Chris for making my day today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-6942285171676576099?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/6942285171676576099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/tall-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6942285171676576099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/6942285171676576099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/tall-day.html' title='A Tall Day!'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700701298678919128.post-1789720455578315356</id><published>2009-02-18T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:02:19.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Begining of the poem............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Here I am with my first post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I must be insane......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;to think I could maintain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a regular post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Thought I must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;was told I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;but........ here I am with a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and thinking If I could.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I still have a profile to update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;posts to be made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Pictures to share....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;but........ will anyone care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;step by step as I conclude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;obtaining the fulfillment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;of having the blog complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;hope you will enjoy the increment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and reward me with a compliment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700701298678919128-1789720455578315356?l=sainskyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/feeds/1789720455578315356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/begining-of-poem.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/1789720455578315356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700701298678919128/posts/default/1789720455578315356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sainskyline.blogspot.com/2009/02/begining-of-poem.html' title='Begining of the poem............'/><author><name>Sain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16583762506167787589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJWl_QY-kXU/Ssc8WWl9NuI/AAAAAAAAFwc/MgOH6LdH3qE/S220/my+type.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
