<?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-8986914</id><updated>2012-01-18T10:59:32.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Drop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-114172015004261284</id><published>2006-03-07T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:29:10.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 BOXES</title><content type='html'>I have in my hands two boxes,&lt;br /&gt;Which God gave me to hold.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box, And all your joys in the gold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heeded His words, and in the two boxes, Both my joys and sorrows I stored, But though the gold became heavier each day, The black was as&lt;br /&gt;light as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With curiosity, I opened the black,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find out why,&lt;br /&gt;And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole, Which my sorrows had fallen out by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed the hole to God, and mused,&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"&lt;br /&gt;He smiled a gentle smile and said,&lt;br /&gt;"My child, they're all here with me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,&lt;br /&gt;Why the gold and the black with the hole?&lt;br /&gt;"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, The black is for you to let go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-114172015004261284?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-113817801194457557</id><published>2006-01-24T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:36:34.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-113817801194457557?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113817801194457557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113817801194457557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-113817807938641237</id><published>2006-01-24T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:34:39.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All U can EAT!    ??????</title><content type='html'>Just 3      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeewk.....      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-113817807938641237?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/113817807938641237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=113817807938641237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113817807938641237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113817807938641237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-u-can-eat_24.html' title='All U can EAT!    ??????'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-113592085314189315</id><published>2005-12-29T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:34:13.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who work</title><content type='html'>This month you should have done at least one of the following things: decorated your cubicle, bought a present for somebody, worn a Santa hat and done your work, participated in the Carol Service or been to the kiddies’ Christmas Party. It doesn’t matter if Christmas is not your religious belief, it’s just a good reason to set aside the last month of the year to make yourself and everyone else happy. And why not? Do we have to be so serious and stressed out right through out year? I don’t think so. And only WE can decide that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the subject of jollity and taking things easy once in away, this is something that should be an element of your daily routine of being professional and efficient workers. People need to learn the art of personality adaptation – knowing when to switch from one facet of your behavioural pattern to another. Basically you don’t need to put on a severe, "I’m sooo busy", "I am so stressed", "I do more work than anyone" kind of face ALL THE TIME to make people believe that something great is happening on the job. The competent person is able to inject some fun in to the most gruelling task – at least for his own survival through it. This should be done openly so others can learn from it too!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If others around you complain that your department is noisy, or unruly, take this very positively, unless of course the noise is generated from an incompetent boss who is screaming at his or her staff in public. But some noise is definitely necessary for sanity and being normal human. And do keep in mind that the minute we step in the office, we don’t stop being human.&lt;br /&gt;For the New Year this could be a resolution. Go beyond face value. Understand what people really feel. What people really go through to meet business objectives, how people manage their emotions and feelings created by change and circumstances at work and accept what it takes to be Content and Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Christmas Season is a comprehensive attempt at creating happiness everywhere. If we cant do that why bother working so hard? Have yourself a Good New Year with the strength of mind to do whatever you want to do. Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-113592085314189315?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/113592085314189315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=113592085314189315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113592085314189315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113592085314189315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-those-who-work.html' title='For those who work'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-113591342006844025</id><published>2005-12-29T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:35:47.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANIACS</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how to start on this…. I guess I have like so much to write and so many points to put out. This is regarding all the FREAKS and TRYING to be COOL DUDES/DUDETTES who think that they are the ITs, and that they are the BEST music listeners or the so called ‘kick-asses’ they call them selves. How can anyone possibly say that this time of the season is the worst or just even make a hint on that??? This only comes once a year. All the bright lights, sound of carols, shopping, the cold breeze, wine and cakes, turkey, presents and the sight of that big fat guy in the red suit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its something which revolves on non-believers. but wait a sec……. I do know a lot of non-believers and even they like Christmas and the carols you get to hear ONLY Il say it again ONLY….. during this time of the year. and most of the people who celebrates Christmas enjoy other festivals too, like Vesak and Avurudu. We live in Sri Lanka and this is our country. These are the festivals we celebrate. For heavens sake we are NOT aliens….. How could anyone possibly come out with such an asinine thought of mixing up the carols??? I mean ALL the carols? (at least one or two is fine) Is this what you call kickass music? My personal opinion is that if a person loves music he/she should love every kind/type/style of music. A person should know to admire what a musician does. They spend a lot of time and effort to come out with the best in every song they make. If you just study it a little in depth you ll see n learn something in the music where you have never noticed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is like a work of art. If you have heard about the 20th century contemporary art, it says that each and every person who would see the art would interpret it differently, what the artist has put on the canvas. The important part is that you give it a minute and take a good look at it and try to get in to some understanding of what the artist has put ‘inside-out’ "concealed and revealed’ rather than just walk pass it as soon as you see it, just because you just don’t get it or that it doesn’t have the colourful effects that would catch your attention. Music is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of the spirit of Christmas is the carols. The feeling and the meanings they put forward. Why cant these maniacs see that? The same with Bakthi gee. All those carols the singers in the 60s n 70s sung with all those feelings, we admire still. A lot still prefer the carols sung by Jim Reeves, Elvis, Boney M, Kenny Rogers and Nat King Cole etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all I can say is that , who ever who thinks that Christmas and the carols are stupid, a waist of time, boring, fatuous, uninteresting, inane, are the ONSE who reflects their personality just the way they describe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-113591342006844025?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/113591342006844025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=113591342006844025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113591342006844025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113591342006844025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/12/maniacs.html' title='MANIACS'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-113535207928244525</id><published>2005-12-23T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T07:34:39.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of a white Christmas......</title><content type='html'>Without You........................................................ :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-113535207928244525?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/113535207928244525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=113535207928244525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113535207928244525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113535207928244525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/12/dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='Dreaming of a white Christmas......'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-113535164395638994</id><published>2005-12-23T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T07:30:11.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas everyone........................... Have a wonderful holiday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-113535164395638994?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/113535164395638994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=113535164395638994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113535164395638994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113535164395638994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-113343622169052369</id><published>2005-12-01T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T03:23:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Im writing this here today for me to remember itself about my 24th bday which i celebrated on the 24th of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to put in to words how i felt about this.... it was all tooooooooo GOOD to be true. I wanna write about it cos' this was my BEST b'day ever.......... i hope ill get to feel the same way in many bdays to come in my life. but as for now this was my best.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo special n touchy all cos'of my loved once which surrounds me, i can say one thing for sure which is thr will be no one except ur family and the most closest loved once who can make u feel sooo worthy and important and loved. The feeling is unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder bro had organized a surprised party which as it was meant to be a GREAT BIG surprise for me. not forgetting the embarrassing moment which i had to face too ( guess its obvious at surprises, something all would go thru) wow....... i cant imagine the way they have planned it all so well! i mean its difficult when u live far away from Colombo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i heard the door bell which, i didnt give a bother at all n was nicely watching T.V with my legs up on the chair in the TV room came my sweetheart with a bunch of flowers...... n then comes Gayani ( ayyas fiancee) ayya, malli and Rozy...... ohhhh i was sooooo SHOCKED to see them all.... i mean just think about it?????? a great big dog which i named ANDY n other few gifts with a blessed Christian hymn CD including one hymn sung my Norah Jones and the most lovliest, expensive gift i got from my honey bun which i cant mention here were tooo much for me to hold on to my breath. ahhhhhhhhhahhhhhh my scream still echoes in my ears.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i learnt sooooo many important lessons yesterday the day i turned 24. now i believe that sun do shine after hours and days and years of stormy weathers and that thr will be a day where u gonna feel that ur soooo blessed n treasured and important! and most of all LOVED and remembered! I soooo thank Jesus my saviour for giving me so much which i sometimes think "do i deserve all these?" cos sometimes i dont even think of him.... or pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ever it is, it was or it will be, now i feel that im the LUCKIEST girl in this whole world having a family that is soo caring, a guy who loves me more than he does him self, and a friend whr shes my angel sent from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sniff sniff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-113343622169052369?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/113343622169052369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=113343622169052369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113343622169052369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113343622169052369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-113138219093838737</id><published>2005-11-07T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:49:50.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Sent..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/743/636/1600/sunflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/743/636/320/sunflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aint it PRETTY?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-113138219093838737?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/113138219093838737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=113138219093838737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113138219093838737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113138219093838737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/11/gift-sent.html' title='Gift Sent..............'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-113138105872323507</id><published>2005-11-07T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:30:58.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost without YOU!</title><content type='html'>Day after day, I must face a world of strangers&lt;br /&gt;Where I don’t belong, I’m not that strong&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to know that there’s someone I can turn to&lt;br /&gt;Who will always care, you’re always there&lt;br /&gt;So many times when the city seems to be&lt;br /&gt;Without a friendly face, a lonely place&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to know that you’ll be there if I need you&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll always smile, it’s all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;One look at you and I know&lt;br /&gt;That I Could learn to live without the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve found the best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there’s no gettin’ over that rainbow&lt;br /&gt;When my smallest of dreams won’t come true&lt;br /&gt;I can take all the madness the world has to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I won’t last a day without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-113138105872323507?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/113138105872323507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=113138105872323507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113138105872323507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/113138105872323507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/11/lost-without-you.html' title='Lost without YOU!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-112910936010034076</id><published>2005-10-12T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T02:31:28.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH WHAT A BORING DAY………………………….. :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was making calls to almost every person I know from friends to aunts and uncles. Hopefully I will have a nice time tomorrow at the Best Corporate Citizen awards ceremony or will it be another fatuous event? Aaarrrrrh I wanna go have a nice nap now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-112910936010034076?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/112910936010034076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=112910936010034076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112910936010034076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112910936010034076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/10/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-112859835793129985</id><published>2005-10-06T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T04:32:37.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trans - Later at the Soap Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   With all the work I have here, now I’m doing translations also! Can you believe it??? Translating the articles I write in English for the factory’s news-letter ‘Ape-Puwath’ and the monthly magazine called ‘Sankalana’ to Sinhala . &lt;strong&gt;Corporate Relations&lt;/strong&gt;, sure is a different place to work. I don’t know what exactly this sort of experience will be in beneficial for me in what I do at the PIT and my future plans. Thank so much for the girly translator at the X-Treme who screwed it all for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-112859835793129985?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/112859835793129985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=112859835793129985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112859835793129985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112859835793129985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/10/trans-later-at-soap-factory.html' title='Trans - Later at the Soap Factory'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-112729762844589661</id><published>2005-09-21T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:59:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Called 'Soap Factory' in Grand Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My days at the &lt;a href="http://unilever.com"&gt;Soap Factory&lt;/a&gt; are really interesting. Only thing is that I miss my little walks here and there and mostly going shopping at my will while I was at APIIT. Here, by the time I come I’m stuck till 5.30 until my only way of transport arrives. (Not forgetting my THE Transport Manager who really took care of me at the first few days ;) hehe ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My BIG boss the 'Preggie' used to walk with her big "bundy" put forward and I used to freak-out everytime I saw that! I even saw a nightmare once…. (&lt;sigh&gt;Me pregnant with a tummy like that &lt;sigh&gt;) Thank God she’s on maternity leave now and has given birth to a baby gal. My junior boss Sunethra is a very kind hearted lady and so easy to work with. We have so much fun everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The best thing about the &lt;a href="http://unilever.com"&gt;soap factory&lt;/a&gt; is that they feed and feed and feed you. I guess I’ll be FAT like a pig by the time I come out of this place. We get lunch which is sometimes horrible, tea with biscuits and bread with jam, butter, marmite or pol-sambol every evening, also almost everyday there will be some celebration and you're entitled for the treats! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So far I have participated on the HR programme "Adding vitality to You" which was an entire week filled with lots of events, speeches, workshops etc. for the employees and will be in-charge of the ‘Employee Brand Activity’ to be held at Peradeniya Uni’ on the 30th of Sep. Will see how it goes……………… :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-112729762844589661?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/112729762844589661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=112729762844589661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112729762844589661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112729762844589661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-called-soap-factory-in-grand-pass.html' title='So Called &apos;Soap Factory&apos; in Grand Pass'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-112651353344506543</id><published>2005-09-12T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:25:34.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough hello's to get you through the final good-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-112651353344506543?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/112651353344506543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=112651353344506543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112651353344506543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112651353344506543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/09/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-112472872085117567</id><published>2005-08-22T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:38:40.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers, friends, lovers</title><content type='html'>Remember when we never needed each other?&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends like&lt;br /&gt;Sister and Brother?&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone now&lt;br /&gt;And I need you so much&lt;br /&gt;The night is long and I need your touch&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;And I start to tremble&lt;br /&gt;Brings back the child that, I resemble&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pretend, that we are still friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Alone tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to make you mine?&lt;br /&gt;Falling so hard so fast this time&lt;br /&gt;What did I say, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;How did I fall in love with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-112472872085117567?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/112472872085117567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=112472872085117567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112472872085117567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/112472872085117567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/08/strangers-friends-lovers.html' title='Strangers, friends, lovers'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111872071539745521</id><published>2005-06-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:45:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Face-MARKS, yet not MINE???</title><content type='html'>Having a &lt;strong&gt;deal&lt;/strong&gt; with someone to change eachothers facial expressions in the blogs, and this is all what U can expect! Trust me dont even go thr..................:-S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111872071539745521?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111872071539745521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111872071539745521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111872071539745521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111872071539745521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-face-marks-yet-not-mine.html' title='My Face-MARKS, yet not MINE???'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111841988366231181</id><published>2005-06-10T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:11:23.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing :(</title><content type='html'>....................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111841988366231181?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111841988366231181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111841988366231181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111841988366231181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111841988366231181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/06/missing.html' title='Missing :('/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111735537836845996</id><published>2005-05-29T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:29:38.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being 'BLIND'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   What do people mean by calling me 'blind' all the time? Being short sighted with just a power of (-1.5) is blind??? Maybe maybe not ;) Or are they reffering to me beingblind to see what I really should be seeing? What if I have the power to see what's far ahead of me than what I can see just a feet away from me? So would U still call me 'blind'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111735537836845996?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111735537836845996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111735537836845996' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111735537836845996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111735537836845996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/05/being-blind.html' title='Being &apos;BLIND&apos;'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111670261812839183</id><published>2005-05-21T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T12:10:18.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A toast on someone special!</title><content type='html'>NEver lie, steal, or drink....&lt;br /&gt;but if U must lie, lie in the arms of the one U love,&lt;br /&gt;If u must steal, steal away from bad company,&lt;br /&gt;If u must cheat, cheat death,&lt;br /&gt;and if U must drink, drink in the moments that take Ur breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by HITCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111670261812839183?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111670261812839183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111670261812839183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111670261812839183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111670261812839183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/05/toast-on-someone-special.html' title='A toast on someone special!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111574091274607442</id><published>2005-05-10T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:01:52.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK so so sooooo SICK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  Just check this out. They are bottling up kittens and selling as &lt;a href="http://www.bonsaikitten.com/"&gt;Bonsai-Kittens&lt;/a&gt;!  Can u believe this??? This is sooooooooooo SICK! How can they do this for such an inocent animal? I just feel like killing these ppl or maybe trap them in a big ugly barrel or something :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111574091274607442?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111574091274607442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111574091274607442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111574091274607442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111574091274607442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/05/sick-so-so-sooooo-sick.html' title='SICK so so sooooo SICK!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111548417241308627</id><published>2005-05-07T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T09:42:52.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of God’s Greatest Gifts are unanswered prayers.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111548417241308627?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111548417241308627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111548417241308627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111548417241308627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111548417241308627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/05/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111444648166262518</id><published>2005-04-25T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T09:28:01.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSTANTLY</title><content type='html'>All day I’m walking in a dream&lt;br /&gt;I think about you constantly&lt;br /&gt;Just like an ever flowing stream&lt;br /&gt;Your memory haunts me constantly&lt;br /&gt;Shadows fall and I try to drive you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;So you’re no longer near to me&lt;br /&gt;But my heart sees you there with me&lt;br /&gt;Every sunset you share with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain that patterns throu the tree&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you constantly&lt;br /&gt;Your name is whispered by the breeze&lt;br /&gt;And love birdsBring your song to me&lt;br /&gt;Just as same as each star&lt;br /&gt;Keeps burningIn the sky&lt;br /&gt;Your flame will stay a flame in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flame that burns so bright&lt;br /&gt;Not only throu the night&lt;br /&gt;But constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho we may be_apart&lt;br /&gt;You’re constantly deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********Cliff Richard***********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111444648166262518?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111444648166262518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111444648166262518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111444648166262518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111444648166262518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/04/constantly.html' title='CONSTANTLY'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111350853562434020</id><published>2005-04-15T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:55:35.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avurudu</title><content type='html'>Yo bloggers! Wishing all U guys a Happy Avurudu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was avurudu? I just came home from an avurudu visit and it was sooo fun, 'Cos these ppl have organized an 'avurudu uthsawaya' there. There werent any outdoor games since it was raining but had loads of indoor games. The most funniest was 'aliyata ahak thabima'. The small once were SCREAMING! n Guess What!!! me and my partner won from this game called 'idikatuwata noola thamima'. I couldnt believe it cos the needle eye was sooooooo tiny. I just had to hold the needle while the guy had to put the thread through it. Guess hes good at doing it;) It all ended by a small singing session with some guitar played by my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope u guys had some fun on avurudu as well.....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111350853562434020?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111350853562434020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111350853562434020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111350853562434020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111350853562434020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/04/avurudu.html' title='Avurudu'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111233695900695604</id><published>2005-03-31T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:29:19.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>God this man is following me where ever i go....&lt;br /&gt;- 6th floor&lt;br /&gt;- Carom&lt;br /&gt;- TT&lt;br /&gt;- Labs&lt;br /&gt;u name it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111233695900695604?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111233695900695604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111233695900695604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111233695900695604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111233695900695604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/03/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111193747182497550</id><published>2005-03-27T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:31:11.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to APIIT 2mro after about 2 weeks. All my APIIT friends seem to have forgotten about me, except for one. Hope I wont feel weird n strange to the place. Anyways I’m looking forward to see them and play carom n TT too!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111193747182497550?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111193747182497550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111193747182497550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111193747182497550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111193747182497550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeling-weird.html' title='Feeling weird'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111177119934116144</id><published>2005-03-25T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:19:59.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myths and Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #1&lt;/strong&gt; It can't happen to me&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; Approximately one in five female high school students report being physically or sexually abused by a dating partner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #2&lt;/strong&gt; Teen dating violence isn't really that serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; 30% of all women who are murdered in this country are killed by their husband or boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #3&lt;/strong&gt; Men are battered by women just as often as women are battered by men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; The U.S. Bureau of Justice Statistics reports that 95% of the reported incidents of assaults in relationships are committed by males. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #4&lt;/strong&gt; Victims bring on the abuse themselves. They ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; Perpetrators believe they have the right to use, abuse and control their partner, and they see the victim as less than equal to themselves. The victim has no control over the abuser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #5&lt;/strong&gt; If a person stays in an abusive relationship, it must not be that bad&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; People stay in abusive relationships for a number of reasons: fear, economic dependence, confusion, loss of self-confidence, not recognizing that what's happening is abusive, belief that the abuser needs their help or will change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #6&lt;/strong&gt; Most batterers are from the lower class or are crazy&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; Batterers are found in all classes and types of people: rich, poor, professional, unemployed, black, white, urban, and rural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #7&lt;/strong&gt; When you fall in love, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; When you fall in love, you matter, he matters, and the rest of your life matters. Dropping out of your usual social circles, cutting time from your really long-standing friends, and playing into the nothing-else matters game leaves you with just that - nothing else. Giving any one person all your time, energy and attention puts them in a mighty powerful position. You are less likely to see the failures in the relationship, more likely to put up with the abuse, and definitely are on the road to an unhealthy relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #8&lt;/strong&gt; Love means never having to say you're sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; The ability to apologize, to admit fault and to recognize mistakes constitutes on of the greatest traits in a solid partnership. Being in love means you are committed to say, "I'm sorry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #9&lt;/strong&gt; If the person I'm dating spends a lot of money on me, I have to sleep with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   FACT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If that person spends a lot of money, all you have to do is say "Thank you." You are not for sale! If you are not feeling comfortable with the money being spent and feeling the obligation, it is okay to set limits and not accept gifts or agree to go to places that cost money. Together, look for activities that do not cost money, and favors that are simply nice gestures, not elaborate gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #10&lt;/strong&gt; The person I'm dating wouldn't get so jealous if they didn't really love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; If the person you're dating really loves you, they wouldn't try to control you through jealousy. What's left unsaid is that they are insecure about their own feelings, and are unsure of themselves, and mistrustful. Jealousy is a negative emotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #11&lt;/strong&gt; Dating someone is better than dating no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; You don't have to date someone to be someone. Instead, focus your energies onto yourself, your friends, your interests, and your job. Find out who you are and what you like, and enjoy doing these things with yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #12&lt;/strong&gt; You're nobody until somebody loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; We all need the love of someone. But that does not mean we have to take it to the extremes of looking for love from just anyone. When we focus our existence as being tied up with somebody else's love, we lose sight of the most precious and important person in our lives, Ourselves. When we love ourselves, we are somebody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #13&lt;/strong&gt; You always hurt the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; A solid, healthy relationship can never be sustained with pain and hurt as an element. Instead, it must be supported by the mutual theme, "You never hurt the one you love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYTH #14&lt;/strong&gt; He wouldn't hurt me if he didn't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   FACT:&lt;/strong&gt; Perpetuated by films, music, and the media, women continue to be depicted as victims. Men also perpetuate this myth when they attempt to apologize or excuse their behavior with, "It's because I love you that I get so mad!" Women have been taught to be forgiving. We need to teach our sons and daughters that: "He won't hit if he really loves you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111177119934116144?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111177119934116144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111177119934116144' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111177119934116144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111177119934116144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/03/myths-and-facts.html' title='Myths and Facts'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111151053715132316</id><published>2005-03-22T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T08:55:37.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Oh heavens im cooking at home! can U believe it??? I cant believe it for my self. Today i cooked a full meal for the first time. Meaning without any help. Not even double checking the water level in the rice pot thru mom. Tho im blogging about this doesnt say that i liked it. Cooking simply sucks.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God am I gonna get stuck in here? no servant, n hate eating from outside. Guess this is a punishment from God for not doing any work before at home. I only did for special occations hehe. Im having the time of my life. Im getting up every four hours to put the eye drops to ammi. Why me Lord??? but its ok. I just make up my mind thinking 'its nice to treat ur parents once in a way, before they turn old'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss APIIT. U feel the value of Apiit at times like this, trust me! Miss going shopping, playing carom n TT, eating that stupid doughnuts, flirting, silly walks with the Gang!!! awwww what to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways just pray for me to get back to my usual life again soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111151053715132316?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111151053715132316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111151053715132316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111151053715132316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111151053715132316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/03/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111142584669055179</id><published>2005-03-21T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:34:38.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the hospital with my mom for five days. She had to get an eye operation done for Glucoma (eye pressure) Im writing this blog for me to remember how I felt, when she was called at the theatre. After she left I was all alone, scared and feeling so sorry for her. Tears were rolling down my eyes. I was thinking how much she must have suffered and what she must have felt when I was small and at times of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much and I hope she knows it, coz I’m really bad in showing that to her. Thank you God for million times for giving her as my mom to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111142584669055179?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111142584669055179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111142584669055179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111142584669055179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111142584669055179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/03/hospital.html' title='Hospital'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111089934441590568</id><published>2005-03-15T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T07:09:04.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Special!</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to all who puts them selves down..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U really are! In all the world. There’s nobody like U.&lt;br /&gt;There never has been, not since the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has Ur smile. Nobody has Ur eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Ur nose, Ur hair, Ur hands, Ur voice&lt;br /&gt;Ur Special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can be found who has Ur handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody anywhere has Ur tastes in food or music or art.&lt;br /&gt;No one sees things just the way U do.&lt;br /&gt;In all of time, there’s been no one who laughs like U.&lt;br /&gt;No one who cries like U and no one who reacts&lt;br /&gt;To situations exactly as U do.&lt;br /&gt;Ur Special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur the only one in all of creation, who has Ur set of abilities.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there’ll always be someone who’s better at one of the things&lt;br /&gt;Ur good at-but no one in the universe has Ur unique&lt;br /&gt;Combination of talents, ideas, skills and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Ur like a room full of musical instruments&lt;br /&gt;All being played together.&lt;br /&gt;Ur a Symphony.&lt;br /&gt;No one else through all eternity will ever look, talk,&lt;br /&gt;Walk, think, or do the way U do.&lt;br /&gt;Ur Special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur rare. And like anything that’s rare, u have great value.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why U don’t need to copy others.&lt;br /&gt;U can accept and yes, celebrate – Ur differences!&lt;br /&gt;U can risk being Urself.&lt;br /&gt;Its no accident that Ur Special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made U special for a very special purpose.&lt;br /&gt;He must have a job for U. that no one else can do as well.&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the billions of applicants, only one is qualified.&lt;br /&gt;Only one has what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;That one is U…… because,&lt;br /&gt;Ur SPECIAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111089934441590568?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111089934441590568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111089934441590568' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111089934441590568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111089934441590568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-are-special.html' title='You Are Special!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111073044092598441</id><published>2005-03-13T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T08:14:00.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>Why does everything go wrong with me? i was suffering with confussion for all these days n at last yesterday after many hardships, managed to clear 'em all. but all at once something goes wrong n im back at square one..... urrrr i hate this........... i cant stand it............. they really dont get it how hard it is when things are so complicated but yet for lil lil things which are highly not necessary, they put me down so much. God i hate this...................... errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-111073044092598441?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111073044092598441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111073044092598441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111073044092598441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111073044092598441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-me.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-111021260001249735</id><published>2005-03-07T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T08:23:20.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 2- One STEP AHEAD of the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAGE FIVE: THE TRUMPED UP CHARGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes one of the great male techniques. He tries to catch his girlfriend in a mistake so that he has an excuse to leave. That way, he doesn’t have to feel guilty about hurting her. For example, he’ll declare that he knows for a fact she’s secretly infatuated with one of the men works with her, or if she has to cancel plans, he’ll insist she’s not “there” for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insisting his charge is irrational will give him the chance to create a full-fledged argument. Soon, he’s firing insults and because she’s been put into such a defensive position, she’s firing them back. In other words, she’s handing him a perfect excuse to break up-on his terms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here’s a better option:&lt;/strong&gt; Instead of denying his charges, she should roll her eyes and say “Oh whatever, dear. Since you wanna say something horrible about me, be my guest. Go out and tell Ur friends whatever U want so U can look like a hero.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll back down, and this wont prevent a break-up, it will only save the woman from taking the rap. His fallback position may be to say, “Maybe we should take some time apart.”! In other words he wants………&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAGE SIX: THE TRIAL BREAK-UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in some cases a trial break-up can go on for months, more often than not it lasts no longer than a weekend. During this period, the man drinks a lot and tries to sleep with women who mean nothing to him. Whether or not he sleeps with anybody, he’s going to wake up on a Sunday morning with a headache, feeling very shallow and stupid. And tha’s when he begins thinking about just how wonderful his ex is. He says to himself, “She wasn’t that bad. What am I looking for? The perfect woman?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lying light there in bed with his hangover he calls her and says, “Okay, I’ve been thinking …..” He usually meets her that very evening. She’s thrilled to see him. “I’m sorry for the way I was acting” he says. “Me too” she replies. Some snuggling occurs while they are watching TV. She leans over to him and says “How are U feeling about-U know-us?” “Better” he says. If she asks him a follow-up he says “Well we need to work on a few problems, but everything is gonna be okay” they kiss KISS more passionately. Fade to black….. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights up…. She’s smiling in back together bliss; he’s staring at the ceiling in a haze of confusion and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first mistake was letting him come over. What she should always do is meet him somewhere neutral, like a very modern, brightly lit restaurant. She should not even think about being romantic with him because it will only be a temporary way to fill up the loneliness. At this reunion, her goal should be to get him to be honest and specific about his feelings. If his real issues are not addressed at this dinner, but the couple decide to reunite anyway, they could be back at stage one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they do manage to get some actual feelings on the table, but decide thay can’t work them out, then still move on to the final act….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAGE SEVEN: THE LONG GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he agrees it’s time to break-up and she’s announced to all her friends that they are through, he still isn’t completely out of the picture- not quite. A newly sigle man is a master of the &lt;strong&gt;‘Stay in touch’ Syndrome&lt;/strong&gt;. He’s not actually trying to get back together. No, he wants to leave the door open just in case he realizes one day that leaving he was the biggest mistake in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point- usually about six months after the official break-up the two parties will probably go in for one last rehashing of what went wrong. In this conversation known as the &lt;strong&gt;Exit Interview&lt;/strong&gt; the woman should try to get the man to tell her his side of the story. Whatever he says, she should not cry, get upset or act needy. If she does, it’s confirmation of how “smart” he was to get away from a hysterical person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most women almost invariably realize in the last talk with their boy-friend is that they are thankful the whole thing is over! They often come to understand that they don’t need him anymore. Call it the &lt;strong&gt;Bandaid Axiom&lt;/strong&gt;, but the more control a woman has the less pain she feels. If say another boyfriend should want out, she’ll be able to read the signals and rip the bandaid off in one clean jerk. It’ll hurt but anything would be better than that slow, agonizing tug-of-war she’s just gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe if she’s really lucky  next time she’ll find a man who has absolutely no interest in breaking up. Wouldn’t that be nice for a change???  &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/8986914-111021260001249735?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/111021260001249735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=111021260001249735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111021260001249735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/111021260001249735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/03/part-2-one-step-ahead-of-man.html' title='PART 2- One STEP AHEAD of the man'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-110987112646521645</id><published>2005-03-03T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:39:00.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticketed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday me, Rozy and my mum went to so called “the famous spot for sarees”, looking for one for myself (first time). I parked the car right in front of the shop, shopped for nearly 2 hours (checked about 60 sarees, dress rehearsals :-S ect) and came back all drained. As I was about to get in the car I heard a loud whistle……….. I looked back and there was a huge, dark and tall cop dood standing next to his big police mo-bike with red n blue lights on the sides!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop&gt; license eka genne//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &gt; &lt;shivering&gt; ( followed by mum and Rozy) ai mokakda une?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop&gt; board kiyawanne danne nadda? Methane ada park karanne baa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &gt; &lt;blink&gt; &lt;blink&gt;koheda board ekak thiyenne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum&gt; she only got the license recently, bla bla……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &gt; &lt;sigh&gt;Anith ayath park karalane thiyenne???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop &gt; ow eka thamai anith ayatath kadanne, ko ganne license eka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gives it and hes writing down my NIC number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is he gave my license back!!! Maybe bcos’ he saw my innocent face or he forgot….. gave a ticket for 150/= and asked to pay within 2 weeks. On our way back we saw the board which said ‘no parking on odd days’ &lt;sigh&gt;MY EVER FIRST TICKET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story – Wear ur specs when driving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-110987112646521645?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/110987112646521645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=110987112646521645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110987112646521645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110987112646521645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/03/ticketed.html' title='Ticketed'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-110788265003888449</id><published>2005-02-08T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T09:10:50.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of the DAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soooo exciting PLUS scary!!!! Tomorrow is ‘the day of the days’, the day we’ve all been waiting for…. The day for the upshot of hard work of days and nights……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK… duhrrr get to the point  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the day of the presentation!!! Oooooh the cool bookshelf we designed &lt;raising&gt; and that stupid stool project :-S  So we shall wait and see what’s gonna happen. Wish me luck u bloggers!&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/8986914-110788265003888449?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/110788265003888449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=110788265003888449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110788265003888449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110788265003888449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-of-days.html' title='The day of the DAYS!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-110778839675247146</id><published>2005-02-07T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T06:59:56.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Violin*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I took my favorite musical instrument ‘the violin’ out yesterday. I can’t believe I haven’t played it for nearly 10 months now. Is it my sluggishness or do I just love to blame everything on APIIT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hardly remembering to play my most expertise songs, I had it…………. Now it’s nicely back where it came out from :-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-110778839675247146?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/110778839675247146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=110778839675247146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110778839675247146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110778839675247146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/02/violin.html' title='*Violin*'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-110482212195860956</id><published>2005-01-04T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:02:01.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Britney!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I went home I just couldn't believe my eyes.... my poor little cute Britney was lying on the floor and i could just see her beautiful innocent eyes on me in lotta pain. When i just tried to carry her OMG a painful moan she gives. There was this huge wound on her timid paw :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just after APIIT n i had to rush to the vet... so much more after days of suffercation and depression by the tsunami. For the first time in my life I heard a kittens cry. My sweet adorable kitten was crying in pain. &lt;sniff sniff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-110482212195860956?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/110482212195860956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=110482212195860956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110482212195860956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110482212195860956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/01/poor-britney.html' title='Poor Britney!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-110477277264773057</id><published>2005-01-03T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T09:19:32.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One STEP AHEAD of the man</title><content type='html'>One day I was going through this old mag, and I found this interesting article which I thought I should share with every blogging lady! (if that’s gonna  help in anyway) So ladies take your time n read-on……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... umm and guys your'll are most welcome to comment on what you think :o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are always baffled by the theory women have that men find it eazy to break-up.&lt;br /&gt;Women think that when a guy decides he's going to leave, bang, that's it, he's out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a key difference between a woman and a man. When she decides to break-up, it's because she's been thinking deeply about the issues that have caused problems in the relationship. So when push comes to shove, she pushes. A man isn't entirely certain how he's feeling as he begins the break-up process. Unlike a woman, he doesn't routinely dissect his relationship with friends. If another man asks him how he's doing with his girlfriend, he says, "well, uh, OK" and that's the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;So can a woman learn to read all the signs that precede a final retreat?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Here then is what a man goes through when he wants out-and how a woman can avoid falling for his doubts, fears, moods and manipulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAGE ONE: THE ‘NOTHING’ ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong when a woman asks her guy, “What’s the matter?” and he says “Nothing”. Think about it: For most men, one of the great joys of having a girlfriend is being able to complain about everything in life to someone who cares. Complaining is great! She’s not like the rest of a man’s friends who say “shut the hell up”&lt;br /&gt;So if a woman sees her boyfriend acting disturbed and not talking to her about it, it’s because;&lt;br /&gt;(a)    He’s just committed a felony or&lt;br /&gt;(b)   He’s upset about her and doesn’t wanna admit it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up yet-he may eventually snap out of his reticence. In the meantime, say something like, “Fine. I’ll assume that your saying ‘Nothing’ means there’s nothing bothering you about our relationship”. She thereby ensures that her boyfriend won’t later be able to talk to her about his problems-but she just wasn’t listening.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAGE TWO: THE ‘IM TOO TIRED, HONEY!” LINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on, when he’s beginning to think about breaking up, he stops thinking about having sex-at least with his girlfriend. If the two of them have been intimate, she’ll begin to notice that he doesn’t wanna make love the same time she wants him. He’s suddenly very interested in going home earlier because he’s got an important meting tomorrow morning. Its pure evasion: If he’s agitated about the relationship, its hard for him to relax. He starts feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;Its probably a mistake at this point for a woman to wear something sexy and try to seduce him. Even if she succeeds, she’ll know his heart wasn’t there. Instead, she should say, “Sometimes when two people avoid intimacy, they begin to disconnect. Is that what’s happening to us?”&lt;br /&gt;Once again, she’s giving him every chance to say something is wrong-which, at this early stage, is a good way to work things out and potentially save the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Without that sort of frank discussion, though he may move on to.……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAGE THREE: THE SPEECH OF SELF PITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a guy does to start preparing his girlfriend for the break-up. He tries to get her to believe that he’s confused as a human being and that his confusion has absolutely nothing to do with her. That way, she’ll be more accepting of him down the road when he tells her to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;For example, he’ll lean forward in his chair at a restaurant, breathe a deep sigh and say something like, “I’m not sure I like myself very much lately”. Or “I’m in a bad place with my career right now” or “I’M exploring what my inner needs are”&lt;br /&gt;If she nods along sympathetically to any of this, he will say “I sometimes wonder how I can fulfill a woman’s life if I can’t fulfill my own” and then, of course, comes that line of lines, “I just don’t wonna hurt you!”-even though that’s precisely what he’s thinking about doing.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s where a woman can get in a wonderful counterpunch. When he says something like, “You deserve better!” she should pause for a second, nod and say, “You’re right, I do!” Then she should get up and leave-for good.&lt;br /&gt;Such a show of strength will, at the very least, make her feel more in control. At best, it could impress him so much that’s he’ll beg her to come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAGE FOUR: THE PURPOSEFULLY DISTASTEFUL ACT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this dearest darling of a man will try next is to get his girlfriend to dislike him. Not hate him, exactly-just get hostile enough that he won’t feel all that guilty when the actual break-up comes. For example, on an evening that’s very important to her, he will be late to pick her up. Or at some point during a conversation, he’ll flick a hurtful little one-liner at her. It might seem to be nothing more than a slip of the tongue. It could be something slightly derogatory about her clothing, the way she cuts her hair, the hair that he thinks he sees on her legs- whatever&lt;br /&gt;The comment will never seem that mean-spirited and, if she brings up; later, he’ll apologize at length. He’ll make a point of saying it was an unintentional blunder- and maybe it was. But somewhere in the recesses of his brain, his negative thoughts about her are starting to push their way forward.&lt;br /&gt;These insults are opportunities in disguise. If he says, for example “You’re really starting to fill out those jeans, honey!” she should respond with, “I didn’t think you’d notice what I was wearing, much less how it looked”. Goading him into an argument will make him express his real feelings, which is that he wants to break-up. But if the two of them don’t have that big confrontation? Welcome to ……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned ladies!.................. (to be contd’….)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-110477277264773057?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/110477277264773057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=110477277264773057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110477277264773057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110477277264773057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-step-ahead-of-man.html' title='One STEP AHEAD of the man'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-110399499163244296</id><published>2004-12-25T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T09:25:24.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-110399499163244296?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/110399499163244296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=110399499163244296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110399499163244296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110399499163244296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-110390988240472797</id><published>2004-12-24T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T09:38:02.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new life with Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Its almost mid-night! so i just dropped in to wish all of u bloggers a MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ummm with this christmas im gonna start my life again.... Lately I have realised that whenever im with this particular person that i be myself. Its so scarry cos iv faced trouble big time! so i thought its time to start all over again.n im thankful for all my friends who stood by me for all the hard times.....(specially aru!) thanks goonie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then have ur- self a merry christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-110390988240472797?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/110390988240472797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=110390988240472797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110390988240472797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110390988240472797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-life-with-christmas.html' title='A new life with Christmas!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-110118805232809008</id><published>2004-11-23T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T21:39:02.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY???</title><content type='html'>Why did she/he treat me like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why did she/he think that I'm not important?&lt;br /&gt;Why did she/he think that I'm not valuable?&lt;br /&gt;Why did she/he think that I'm not worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't she/he wanna keep in touch with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why did she/he neglect me?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't she/he think about how I'm gonna feel?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't she/he care about me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel that I'm not important?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel that I'm not valuable?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel that I'm not worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel sooo defeated?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I cry even though I am happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?? Why?? Why?????? I ask my self over and over.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-110118805232809008?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/110118805232809008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=110118805232809008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110118805232809008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/110118805232809008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2004/11/why.html' title='WHY???'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-109977248700349748</id><published>2004-11-07T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T13:06:49.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audibles............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;These days im finding audibles quite interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I think they are major fun...... Im not this timely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-updated chatting freak, if i can only on the cam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;voice, type, and have the most frequently used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;emoticans DA DAHHH!!!!@@@@@@ THATS IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but now i think i should down load all these cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;stuff cos its plain fun. Will see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Note: I was taught how to match the faces of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;audibles with few people that i know. TRY IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-109977248700349748?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/109977248700349748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=109977248700349748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/109977248700349748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/109977248700349748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2004/11/audibles.html' title='Audibles............'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986914.post-109964413319172543</id><published>2004-11-05T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T01:08:41.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ME!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmmmmm ............ &lt;taps&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am!.......... Blogging cos someone thinks that I should start!@#!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what can i say&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm still new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish my friends start this too......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8986914-109964413319172543?l=couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/109964413319172543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8986914&amp;postID=109964413319172543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/109964413319172543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8986914/posts/default/109964413319172543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldnotaskformore.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-me.html' title='It&apos;s ME!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771191804805079084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
