tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15289245719789322492024-03-05T12:40:45.843+05:30Sasha WritesNotebook of Flow Less Thoughts..Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-8865409963027769892011-09-02T18:39:00.004+05:302011-09-08T17:07:32.954+05:30Have You Failed in Love?<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">People fall in love. Some people believe in love at first sight. Some people do not believe in love at first sight. There is no need of a reason to fall in love. It just happens. People fall in love. But most of the time they do fail due to many reasons. The reason could vary from one sided love, mismatch to no reason at all. What I am gonna write today is about the reaction of people when they fail in love.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">Typically, there are two types of extreme reactions. One reaction is start hating the person you loved and revenging him/her while other being depression leading to suicide. One's reaction to failure in love can result in any reaction in between those two extreme reactions. Let’s talk about these two extremes. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">I have seen people who claim to love a person from the bottom of the heart, then once the love is not accepted they start hating the person and try all possible ways to revenge the person for not falling in love. Why would you want to revenge a person if they don't fall in love? Falling in love is not something that people have control over. It should happen on its own. People can't force themselves to fall in love. So what’s the point in trying to revenge the person whom you loved? Beside all that, if you have truly loved that person you would have never hated that person. If you can hate a person you loved, it is the time you realize that it was not the true love.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">Depression leading to suicide.. So you mean you love a person and when you don't get that person you get all sad depressed and sad, then you decide to suicide.? This happens when people start thinking that "If I can't have him/her I should never watch them being happy with someone else". They cry, they scream, they hurt themselves and finally end up killing themselves. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black">But think..! How can all these things happen if it was "True Love"? True love is something that never changes even if everything else in life changes. People need to build the ability to let/help the person you love be happy with whoever s/he wants even if you are rejected by them. It could be that they didn’t have feelings for you or it could be that they had some other reasons not accept your love. But the spirit of true love requires the sacrifices. If it was true love you would never think twice when you have the option to sacrifice something to keep that loved one happy. You might think sacrificing anything to keep the loved one happy stands for an attempt to act saint. No it is not..! If you really love that person, the happiness of that person should be considered more important than any other thing. This is not being lame and trying to build a fairy love story. But true love is sacrificing. Sacrificing everything for the person you love. Is it possible? Yes it is possible.. [provided that is it “<b>True Love</b>”] =] <o:p></o:p></span></p><div><div> </div><div> </div></div>Hajarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256067005886260176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-35269701488111527452011-07-09T22:52:00.007+05:302011-07-09T23:30:06.011+05:30Speaking of U....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I say I love U</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And it is all about U..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >U think I speak of another U</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Making me Feel like I should kill U..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I tried telling U</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >that I love another U..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I wonder why dumb U</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >believed me when I lied U.. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Again, I should tell U..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >that I still love U</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Again I beg U..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Please Understand me will U..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hajarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256067005886260176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-35507187993215841012011-04-12T08:43:00.005+05:302011-04-12T09:43:12.176+05:30Twitter in the Light of Sri Lankans<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwrdvhLbhM4OiEe7cA2HAyX47GQd568ZunVE0ktqfg5qnUl8F1V0ER4NxqenXv6XoauW0bDXnn56RASId_cr5ZjMFLAKce6WcZxTKi7WazA45Z2Xn6dDBsFF6-F5KCQVMFVODvYsm6h1X/s1600/twitter-follow-achiever.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Preface: This is my opinion. You may have different views and your comments are welcome.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Twitter is not a social media tool that is commonly used among Sri Lankans as they still have the perception that all what can Twitter does is to talk to random people which makes no sense for them. Nevertheless, there is a considerable amount of Tweeps who use Twitter mainly based on urban areas of Sri Lanka and the number of people who use Twitter seems to be increasing day by day. However, since everyone who starts using Twitter are Facebook users earlier they tend to contribute towards Facebookization of Twitter, which I see as a disaster.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In general Sri Lankan Twitter users tweet about cricket, politics, religion (mostly the Muslim users), road traffic, music/lyrics/in their terms <a href="http://www.sajje.net/">#Sajje</a>, Movies, TV shows, location sharing and so on. And Sri Lankan Twitter timeline has been a very peaceful all these days with everyone respecting opinions of others and making new friends. But my recent observation is that (May be after ICC Cricket World Cup 2011) Twitter has become place to argue which has made it a platform to debate, fight and express depression in comparison to its earlier situation of a platform for fun and knowledge. I do understand people have the right to Tweet what they feel. But still it becomes a disaster when people keep on fighting and make third parties hate Twitter. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/charithsoori">@CharithSoori</a> says Twitter can be used as a tool for personal branding where people can promote their values and build their identity. But many Sri Lankan Twitter users fail in the context of the personal branding due to their involvement in these so called "Twitter Fights". In my opinion Twitter will be lot more productive to Sri Lankans if they stop engaging in "Twitter Fights" which has roots to politics, cricket and other gossips. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sri Lankan Corporate branding on Twitter is disaster with some firms who use Twitter to with the aim to serve the customer but block them if they make negative comment/ complain. There are some successful business organizations such as <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/cocoveranda">@CocoVeranda</a> who use Twitter to successfully brand. However, many of the corporations are not interested in marketing on Twitter which is more similar to kicking off a huge potential to be a success. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwrdvhLbhM4OiEe7cA2HAyX47GQd568ZunVE0ktqfg5qnUl8F1V0ER4NxqenXv6XoauW0bDXnn56RASId_cr5ZjMFLAKce6WcZxTKi7WazA45Z2Xn6dDBsFF6-F5KCQVMFVODvYsm6h1X/s320/twitter-follow-achiever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594545041918134898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Hajarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256067005886260176noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-78496913587349352412010-12-26T00:48:00.000+05:302010-12-26T07:26:09.031+05:30Itz Been Six Years..<div style="text-align: center;">I still can't believe</div><div style="text-align: center;">that six years have passed..</div><div style="text-align: center;">All of us fought</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not for wealth..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not for power..</div><div style="text-align: center;">But to survive..</div><div style="text-align: center;">To take one more breath..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We WON..</div><div style="text-align: center;">You lost..</div><div style="text-align: center;">You had to leave..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even without last respect..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I still recall..</div><div style="text-align: center;">That mourning surrounding..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Full of mosquitoes..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Weeping noise all over..</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is still shocking me..</div><div style="text-align: center;">That You all left me and went..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friends, relations and neighbors..</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can give a huge list..</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is still paining to recall..</div><div style="text-align: center;">The way they had to leave..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Time flies..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Six years have passed..</div><div style="text-align: center;">But..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Memories are left..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every time I see the sea..</div><div style="text-align: center;">I recall the battle to survive..</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHmMh6c6ad2pX-9MDI8EtxkHxikiHY370G7s2AFFDHmjFVMDD07UxC-q0BzeSA8BfbiNzF0XfbUx4NGlOc1Qjz-KQDrrj9UWihsW5jLLZPN_y3AmJPjiGjIqQJae6mzPOfYOoLmiHUpv8/s1600/04338c0daeb63b17e796429b5f8acc86.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHmMh6c6ad2pX-9MDI8EtxkHxikiHY370G7s2AFFDHmjFVMDD07UxC-q0BzeSA8BfbiNzF0XfbUx4NGlOc1Qjz-KQDrrj9UWihsW5jLLZPN_y3AmJPjiGjIqQJae6mzPOfYOoLmiHUpv8/s400/04338c0daeb63b17e796429b5f8acc86.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554572742665372978" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">[This was written in memory of all my relations, neighbors, friends and everyone who left us on the 26th of December 2004. Time may fly.. But memories never die.. <span class="Apple-style-span">I still remember every second of that battle.. <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>God.. I Pray You.. No more Tsunamis..!</b></span></span>]</div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-89684544842678898332010-12-24T00:51:00.000+05:302010-12-24T01:35:44.309+05:30What You Never Uttered..(This is from the movie New York [2009] nd for some reason I just love it.. Could not stop blogging it... )<br /><br />Tune jo na kaha mein woh sunta raha <br />What you never uttered is what I always heard.<br /><br />Khamakha bewaja khwaab buntha raha <br />Just for nothing, without reason I kept on weaving dreams.<br /><br />mmmm mmm mmmmmm… mmm mmmm <br /><br />Tune jo na kaha, mein woh sunta raha <br />What you never uttered is what I always heard.<br /><br />Khamakha bewaja khwaab buntha raha <br />Just for nothing, without reason I kept on weaving dreams<br /><br />Jaane kiski humein lag gayi hai nazar <br />Don't know whose evil eye casted upon me<br /><br />Is shehar mein na apna tikana raha <br />Now there is no place/shelter left for me in this city<br /><br />Durr chaahat se main apni chalta raha <br />I kept on walking away from my love<br /><br />Khamaka bewaja khwaab buntha raha <br />Just for nothing, without reason I kept on weaving dreams<br /><br />Watch the full video here.. <br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DADpMN8hhPs?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-45929761174938170772010-12-22T08:32:00.000+05:302010-12-22T08:59:36.726+05:30I Promise Again..Once again I let you down..<br />I let you break<br />And hit the ground<br /><br />Dear Heart..<br />I know the pain is great..<br />I'm trying to fix it<br />But i suppose it was my own fate..<br /><br />Dear Heart,<br />I learned my lesson<br />Please forgive me..<br />I beg you<br />Please forgive me..<br /><br />Dear Heart,<br />I don't blame you<br />While you were trying to warn me<br />I did what my mind made me do<br /><br />Perhaps I was a fool..<br />I should have listened to you.. <br />I am Sorry that I didn't..<br />At the end I end up breaking you..<br /><br />I promise AGAIN..<br />Never again I will doubt you..<br />In my choices you'll play the biggest part<br />My dear heart..<br />I'm sorry that you are broken.. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWG98JqlNARIFWGbCkNcDpHYlLnKvUVMGyN6ckLYqDDsEIKl8kye07ZjP3ybFxQjyogR8W5KgioEA7BS4ao-9FKmTfd6wuEBgs8XVwgG0MulpCzlwfGwKy38-885Nz0zmj8iO4OdN32TJ7/s1600/wallpaper-167659.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWG98JqlNARIFWGbCkNcDpHYlLnKvUVMGyN6ckLYqDDsEIKl8kye07ZjP3ybFxQjyogR8W5KgioEA7BS4ao-9FKmTfd6wuEBgs8XVwgG0MulpCzlwfGwKy38-885Nz0zmj8iO4OdN32TJ7/s400/wallpaper-167659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553343424949776434" /></a>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-67716817101566870672010-12-15T15:25:00.000+05:302010-12-15T16:14:29.257+05:30Who will Cry When I Die?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSdM_MkE1oIJWKJnfAaymadtKZB8GHsGJo2YlE_ruh-GEeyuEZrpPIslSGDIhZlxlp2bsptfjv4021K5pO_XgBt2AFZw7OvAnjWixk5Js-SjQAWCv-m4WM8Cn61pRkQwRTpgezCezhBtF/s1600/20081215055535.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSdM_MkE1oIJWKJnfAaymadtKZB8GHsGJo2YlE_ruh-GEeyuEZrpPIslSGDIhZlxlp2bsptfjv4021K5pO_XgBt2AFZw7OvAnjWixk5Js-SjQAWCv-m4WM8Cn61pRkQwRTpgezCezhBtF/s400/20081215055535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550855387343264946" /></a><br /><br />Starting point of this point of this blog post is a question asked my lecturer on last Friday. Actually what he meant was the book "Who Will Cry When Die" by Robin Sharma but since that I am trying to answer this question but I find no answer for that. Many of my batch mates were clueless and was staring at the lecturer with a question mark when he asked "Who will cry when you die?".. <br /><br /><br />Ok.. Fine.. Here is my story.. I am trying to answer this question "Who will Cry When I Die?"<br /><br />I start from people around me.. I am thinking.. Thinking.. Thinking.. I have tried to make people pleased.. But many of those attempt failed and ended up making me feel like a loser.. In fact I have not made anyone happy.. I have done nothing to the society.. So who is gonna cry when I die?<br /><br />One aspect to the answer is my parent. Well.. They will obviously cry because I am their only kid.. Apart from that I have no siblings or anyone to be worried about if I die..<br /><br />Lets go to the next step.. FRIENDS.. Answer is there are no friends who will actually feel the loss of this girl called "Hajara".. I have done nothing to friends.. I have never made them happy.. I actually do not understand them.. So, no one is going to cry.. <br /><br />Next.. The society..I have done nothing to the society.. They actually do not feel whether I am alive or dead.. So the conclusion is there is going to be no impact on the society when I die.. So that nobody is going to cry for me..<br /><br />I think I need a change.. I need to do something to the society.. The society should remember me at least for few years after my death.. I should seek a way to make a difference.. Seeking begins..!Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-66323441308613351822010-12-08T11:11:00.002+05:302010-12-08T13:07:19.167+05:30As You Graduate..Long journey <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4_yPg518Fn16ayMn8JfZr-XSNzNqfA9G-zHkBe6xamUFq6idEUrpHDGPPOx35Y3MppfkEuTFH_pnj2Myp143FQGDBTNhk1b8cGXc2Pe8jK2m5jx2vnan9-aS7xf__GxMLBYlHhenQMg-/s1600/1278-congratulations.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4_yPg518Fn16ayMn8JfZr-XSNzNqfA9G-zHkBe6xamUFq6idEUrpHDGPPOx35Y3MppfkEuTFH_pnj2Myp143FQGDBTNhk1b8cGXc2Pe8jK2m5jx2vnan9-aS7xf__GxMLBYlHhenQMg-/s400/1278-congratulations.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548199616670884834" /></a><br />Comes to an end..<br />It is the big day..<br />You all graduate..<br /><br />I am sad.. <br />Because you vacate..<br />I am happy<br />Because my best friend is a graduate..<br /><br />All these days..<br />The door was closed.. <br />You tried hard and<br />Made it opened.. <br />Go through it..<br />Start your career....<br /><br />Do not look back..<br />You will feel satisfied..<br />Look forward..<br />And achieve more..!<br /><br />Congratulations on you graduation and Good Luck with your career..!!<br /><br />[This is another flow less thought on graduation of my best friend Haneez Haroon.. Congratulations.. You are a graduate now.. ! ]Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-1199902045791579032010-12-04T09:55:00.000+05:302010-12-08T16:29:05.850+05:30The Mistake..I can prove me right.. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPI71gYPFMlxb3FTJvaoXITSfrr27J9N1PkCygNbd5QvdSiQZXtSDMLZ7uVMEUkJz6BGKNlh3bqCmr8qgwgsqqRzL6qSXtsiG-4Q6R4eFUaHX5gspgdBov0qH68KXWH1PuH7WOPxFTxZQc/s1600/37382-girl-and-rain-dark.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPI71gYPFMlxb3FTJvaoXITSfrr27J9N1PkCygNbd5QvdSiQZXtSDMLZ7uVMEUkJz6BGKNlh3bqCmr8qgwgsqqRzL6qSXtsiG-4Q6R4eFUaHX5gspgdBov0qH68KXWH1PuH7WOPxFTxZQc/s400/37382-girl-and-rain-dark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546695273900037314" /></a><br />With movies and quotes..<br />It is all about fantasy..<br />Never the reality..<br /><br />You are something<br />Out of my reach..<br />I made the mistake <br />knowing that<br />It was a mistake..<br /><br />Expectations are high..<br />I can not comply..<br />What can I do<br />If I can not abide by..<br /><br />I hate the realty..<br />I need that fantasy..<br />Oh.. No..<br />Why can't I accept<br />That I made a mistake?Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-8689753328183833592010-12-03T13:00:00.000+05:302010-12-03T14:11:30.108+05:30Do You Read Me?Do you read me? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_sgKtdJCUgPE766ga5brkClkNZ7UgjR47j6HHLLr4dfZKjaKLgF0B9sTx5qzMDgeH363z088NLxygNUk_Q-6MDrazX0jyY8c9zmISnavr77009wfGX5qec3A6hZT5rsy0-adlIMrI5dF/s1600/loneliness.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_sgKtdJCUgPE766ga5brkClkNZ7UgjR47j6HHLLr4dfZKjaKLgF0B9sTx5qzMDgeH363z088NLxygNUk_Q-6MDrazX0jyY8c9zmISnavr77009wfGX5qec3A6hZT5rsy0-adlIMrI5dF/s400/loneliness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546365503266167746" /></a><br />Yes.. NO.. NO..!<br />May be Yes.. May be No..<br />All what I know is<br />I am taking to an unresponsive creature.. <br /><br />When love is what I am trying to hide<br />None understands what is wrong..<br />Sudden sparks appear..<br />And disappear after a while.. <br />Making everyone think I am OK.. <br /><br />Yes.. I pretend.. I am OK.. <br />Yes.. It is easier..<br />Easier than explaining<br />Why I am not OK.. <br />And Please do believe..<br />I am OK..Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-52090484203403127302010-12-02T21:21:00.000+05:302010-12-03T00:01:21.281+05:30Dear [Deaf] Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOf1_qy3kqYgOZTjMqaLRDTbmh3zMiF1Kc9nuIZUJj0l-YTQT7_wbMzMzocRQZ1IxddCrXphvWyBimTtlhy1nVKFdQ9OQytYbB_FzIOt1Z_p03tsyn_IM-cCEWvRcYsXKYTqASWku6KgR/s1600/crying_eye-2552.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOf1_qy3kqYgOZTjMqaLRDTbmh3zMiF1Kc9nuIZUJj0l-YTQT7_wbMzMzocRQZ1IxddCrXphvWyBimTtlhy1nVKFdQ9OQytYbB_FzIOt1Z_p03tsyn_IM-cCEWvRcYsXKYTqASWku6KgR/s400/crying_eye-2552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546123589548983810" /></a><br />Dear Love,<br /><br />Can you hear me?<br />I wish you can.. <br />But in reality you don't..<br />Do you know how much I care for you?<br />I guess you don't..<br />Every time I tried to make you see<br />That there is somebody to right next to you<br />Fate brought up a wall<br />between you and me.. <br />I no more bear heart breaks.. <br />Tell me whether this is real or an illusion?<br />Just Accept me or reject me.. <br /><br />From,<br />ME..Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-13754653421303195642010-07-06T22:27:00.000+05:302010-12-03T00:49:50.591+05:30Who is Going to Win FIFA 2010?Believe it or not.....<br /><br />This world cup is already determined by this number......> > <br /><br />1.Brazil won the World cup in 1994 ; before that they also won in 1970.> Adding 1970+1994 = 3964> > <br /><br />2.Argentina won its last World cup in 1986 ; before that they also won in> 1978. Adding 1978+1986=3964> > <br /><br />3.Germany won its last World cup in 1990 ; before that they also won in> 1974. Adding 1974+1990=3964> > <br /><br />4.Brazil also won the World cup in 2002 ; before that they also won in> 1962.. Adding 1962+2002=3964> > <br /><br /><br />5.Therefore ..<br /><br />If you want to know what nation is going to win the World cup> in 2010. <br /><br /><br />You only have to subtract 2010 from the magic number that we have> determined: <br />3964. // 3964 -2010=1954 ....<br /><br /><br />In 1954 the World cup was won by '> <span style="font-weight:bold;">Germany</span> '!!!!!!!!!!!!!Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-36743528677632230592010-06-24T19:45:00.000+05:302010-12-03T00:52:44.642+05:30Success and Failure at Group Work..Just thought of sharing some of ma experiences with you as a group member and a group leader. As a preface I am not a person who has an negative attitude towards group working.. In fact I was so attached to group working when I was an Interactor. I had best days in my life and realized how interesting to be in a group and we were able to bear the success and failure as a group.. There was no one to get all credit when something goes well. When something went wrong it was considered as a collective responsibility and at times I have personally tried to take responsibility of certain things but my colleagues did not let me do that. Coming from such a culture with positive attitude towards team working U must be wondering what is it that I am trying to tell now..<br /><br />With time things have changed.. I have moved to a place where people do not understand how to be flexible.. This so bureaucratic.. We study about being flexible and but it never work when we do group assignments.. <br /><br />May be I was wrong last time and it was one of ma failures. I admit that I misled U all.. But it doeskin mean that I am gonna fail this time too.. And last attempt was da only failure that I had after many successful attempts. I still remember how you reacted when I was a success.. It was like I am the king and you all were lucky to be led by me. But once I fail at a step it is like all my fault.. <br /><br />I have decided now.. I am gonna let you do whatever you want in the way you want.. Then success or failure becomes yours.. NOT mine.. I will tolerate.. I will bear the pain inside me.. I hope I will be a success..Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-46396622661654202602010-06-24T00:53:00.000+05:302010-06-24T00:57:30.820+05:30Show Me the Meaning of Being LonelyShow me the meaning of being lonely<br />So many words for the broken heart<br />It's hard to see in a crimson love<br />So hard to breathe<br />Walk with me, and maybe<br />Nights of light so soon become<br />Wild and free I could feel the sun<br />Your every wish will be done<br />They tell me<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br />Show me the meaning of being lonely<br />Is this the feeling I need to walk with<br />Tell me why I can't be there where you are<br />There's something missing in my heart<br /><br />Life goes on as it never ends<br />Eyes of stone observe the trends<br />They never say forever gaze upon me<br />Guilty roads to an endless love (endless love)<br />There's no control<br />Are you with me now?<br />Your every wish will be done<br />They tell me<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />There's nowhere to run<br />I have no place to go<br />Surrender my heart, body, and soul<br />How can it be<br />You're asking me<br />To feel the things you never show<br /><br />You are missing in my heart<br />Tell me why can't I be there where you are?<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrSKEB6l0wPFIelgvXiLTPQ6D1DnxKUy2BqRUpP3kczzvkee5sg4VDbEDeTTCKg4Ek7wLs4FB-_WZSCAFVPpdooNQY4mWiyn8zN9nnYB0Vg76Fy3pYEqqvrq7jkuLHKrai7TrVgIubmudy/s1600/6240_108469054090_78001554090_2342197_6287665_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrSKEB6l0wPFIelgvXiLTPQ6D1DnxKUy2BqRUpP3kczzvkee5sg4VDbEDeTTCKg4Ek7wLs4FB-_WZSCAFVPpdooNQY4mWiyn8zN9nnYB0Vg76Fy3pYEqqvrq7jkuLHKrai7TrVgIubmudy/s400/6240_108469054090_78001554090_2342197_6287665_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486052394103133602" /></a>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-64831575537118846792010-06-03T23:15:00.000+05:302010-06-03T23:22:33.983+05:30The Reality..We live in a nation where<br /><br />-pizza reaches home faster than Ambulance police<br /><br />-you get car loan @ 5% and education loan @ 12%<br /><br />-rice is Rs 60/- per kg but sim card is free<br /><br />-the footwear we wear are sold in AC showrooms but vegetables that we eat are sold on the footpath<br /><br />-we make lemon juices with artificial flavors and dish wash liquids with real lemon<br /><br />(Anon, n.d)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anotherother1.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/reality.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 250px;" src="http://anotherother1.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/reality.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-86840722080959690262010-06-03T09:36:00.000+05:302010-07-06T18:12:25.643+05:30I Hate Luv Storys..I Hate Luv Storys is a forthcoming film starring Imran Khan and Sonam Kapoor in the lead roles. The film is a romantic comedy directed by debutante Punit Malhotra and produced under Karan Johar's Dharma Productions and Ronnie Screwvala's UTV Motion Pictures.[1] I Hate Luv Stories is scheduled for release on 2nd July, 2010.[2] Punit Malhotra is the nephew of designer Manish Malhotra and has earlier worked as an assistant director to Johar.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Synopsis</span><br /><br />I hate luv storys is the maxim Jay lives by. But as an assistant director to Veer, the most famous romantic filmmaker of Indian Film Industry, Jay has little option but to live with larger than life, glossy, cinematic love on an everyday basis. Things only get worse when he is made to work under the new production designer on the film… Simran, with whom he shares the strangest first encounter!<br />Simran loves luv storys; So much so that even her life has begun to resemble one. With her ideal job and the perfect boyfriend, Raj, she lives a blissful, dreamy life; One that is rudely interrupted by Jay’s cynicism.<br />The turmoil’s of Jay and Simran’s life, is ironically interweaved with the Luv Story that they are working on…. But will Jay and Simran ever find their own Love Story??<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Cast</span><br /><br />Imran Khan as Jay Dhingra<br />Sonam Kapoor as Simran Sharma<br />Sameer Dattani as Raj<br />Samir Soni as Veer Kapoor<br />Aamir Ali as Rajeev Kumar<br />Om Puri as Sankath Ram<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ph1b6fe-RzY&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ph1b6fe-RzY&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiatone.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I-Hate-Luv-Storys.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.indiatone.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I-Hate-Luv-Storys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.screenindia.com/m-images/2010-05-24/M_Id_153684_I_Hate_Luv_storys.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://static.screenindia.com/m-images/2010-05-24/M_Id_153684_I_Hate_Luv_storys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiatone.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I-Hate-Luv-Storys2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.indiatone.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I-Hate-Luv-Storys2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-79003484744982934082010-05-13T17:30:00.000+05:302010-05-13T17:47:34.751+05:30Triangle of Exams, Sicknesses and Sleeping Time...Currently I am experiencing a weird experience where I figured out that the exams and getting sick have a relationship.. In ma further analysis I figured out that there is a strong positive core relationship exists.. <br /><br />As a consequence of being sick the student feels sleepy and this can be seen as a symptom which is quite common during examination periods. After my detail analysis I built up a formula which will be useful for all of u..<br /><br />Exams and Sicknesses are positively related..<br /><br />As a result of being sick sleeping time too increases.. I.e. Sleeping time and being sick is also positively interrelated. (Sickness=Sleep)<br /><br />Conclusion is exams and sleeping time are positively interrelated.. ;-) <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">(More u have exams more the time you sleep)</span>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-60428649152575728162010-05-01T16:19:00.000+05:302010-05-01T16:27:33.743+05:30Unakena Nan Enakena NeeUnakena nan enakena nee<br />Ninaikayil inikudhey<br />udalena nan uyirena nee<br />Irupadhu pidikudhey eh…<br />Unadhuyiraai enadhuyirum<br />Ulavida thudikudhey<br />Thani oru nan thani oru nee<br />Ninaikavum valikudhey….<br />Idhayathai idhukaadhalai idhukaadhalai idam maatrinai<br />Irukumoru thunbathai kudiyetrinai<br />Pudhumaigal thandhu magizhchiyil<br />Enai aazhtha parisugal thedi pidippai<br />Kasandhidum seidhi vandhaal<br />Pagirndhida pakkam nee iruppai<br />Noyena konjam paduthaal<br />thaiyena maari anaippai<br />Unadhu kadhalil….. Vizhundhene…<br /><br /><br />Aruginil va…aruginil va..<br />Iruvizhi valikudhey..<br />Unadhuyuril enadhuyirai<br />ootrida thudikudhey<br />Naanyena nee neeyena nan<br />Inaindhida pidikudhey<br />Pudhu ulagam pudhu salanam<br />Valithida thavikudhey<br />Mazhaigalil kaatrodu boogambam vandhalumey<br />Unadhumadi nan thoongum veedagumey<br />Aruginil vandhu madiyinil<br />Saindhu paduthal melliya kuralil isaipaai<br />Marbinil mugathai pudhaithaal<br />Koondhalai kodhi koduppai<br />Aruginil mayangi kidandhaal<br />Asainthida kooda marappai<br />Unadhu kaadhalil….vizhudhene…<br />Maraname bayandhidum thoorathil<br />Naam vazhgindrom….<br />Manidha nilai thaandi pogirom<br />Ini namakendrum pirivillaye..<br />oh..oh..oh<br />Pirivillaye…<br /><br />(Male voice)<br />Enakena edhuvum seidhaai<br />Unakena enna nan seiven?<br />Pongidum nenjin unarvai<br />Sollavum vaarthai podhadhey..<br />Vizhigalim oram thulirkkum<br />Oru thuli neerey sollatum<br />Unadhu kadhalil vizhundhene…<br /><br />(Female)<br />Unakena nan enakena nee<br />Ninaikayil inikudhey<br />udalena nan uyirena nee<br />Irupadhu pidikudhey eh…<br />eheh..hey…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjSg7ZSm0tR3wFfKIfiROFNknG7iq7kttKfdZ1TYTOFkHPHFEwoZzgkt9dTJkjnIXZVjE6R-_OA9VckClvs0-6-c1agwwjN3IHv7cS0Il5l0cYjtvxyGrvfxCyMLhL0maM65MNHsJPkVs/s1600/26271_338970871864_338895196864_3656658_381441_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjSg7ZSm0tR3wFfKIfiROFNknG7iq7kttKfdZ1TYTOFkHPHFEwoZzgkt9dTJkjnIXZVjE6R-_OA9VckClvs0-6-c1agwwjN3IHv7cS0Il5l0cYjtvxyGrvfxCyMLhL0maM65MNHsJPkVs/s320/26271_338970871864_338895196864_3656658_381441_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466253942294728322" /></a>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-39232725810285047112010-04-27T09:44:00.000+05:302010-04-27T09:54:43.854+05:30Only 11 More Months to Go..We had joy. <br />We had fun.. <br />But.. <br />Every meeting has a farewell..<br />So My dear friends..<br />Day by day..<br />We are moving towards our farewell..<br />There is a reason to be happy.. <br />But.. More than that..<br />We have got reasons to cry.. <br />Life has to move on.. <br />So we should let things go..<br />But... <br />Another legend has to be witnessed..<br />Before we leave..<br />During remaining 11 months..<br /><br />Yeah.. We should.. N This has to be the best time in our lives..Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-88487635333683075882010-04-23T20:53:00.001+05:302010-04-23T20:56:38.208+05:30I Cry...You said goodbye <br />I fell apart <br />I fell from all we had <br />To I never knew <br />I needed you so bad <br /><br />You need to let things go <br />I know, you told me so <br />I've been through hell <br />To break the spell <br /><br />Why did I ever let you slip away <br />Can't stand another day without you <br />Without the feeling <br />I once knew <br /><br />I cry silently <br />I cry inside of me <br />I cry hopelessly <br />Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again <br />I cry <br />Cause you're not here with me <br />I cry <br />Cause I'm lonely as can be <br />I cry hopelessly <br />Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again <br /><br />If you could see me now <br />You would know just how <br />How hard I try <br />Not to wonder why <br /><br />I wish I could believe in something new <br />Oh please somebody tell me it's not true<br />I'll never be over you <br /><br />Why did I ever let you slip away <br />Can't stand another day without you <br />Without the feeling <br />I once knew <br /><br />I cry silently <br />I cry inside of me <br />I cry hopelessly <br />Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again <br />I cry <br />Cause you're not here with me <br />I cry <br />Cause I'm lonely as can be <br />I cry hopelessly <br />Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again <br /><br />If I could have you back tomorrow <br />If I could lose the pain and sorrow <br />I would do just anything <br />To make you see <br />You still love me <br /><br />I cry silently <br />I cry inside of me <br />I cry hopelessly <br />Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again <br />I cry <br />Cause you're not here with me <br />I cry <br />Cause I'm lonely as can be <br />I cry hopelessly <br />Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ObsbGR1kPL0YoK3RBdSLesGlaaz0PpCzPKMFl2HSdAJaE2lhRb-tD49cWPyXkIQJlvFMlU5gGbYemQ76Cc4erpwSYqlhLnQbPdA-TOu9aBWaQp7Lta5aXBxWoRuD-kM7aXK42gD_9LEL/s1600/15544_1237380346624_1592712908_30594616_7618449_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ObsbGR1kPL0YoK3RBdSLesGlaaz0PpCzPKMFl2HSdAJaE2lhRb-tD49cWPyXkIQJlvFMlU5gGbYemQ76Cc4erpwSYqlhLnQbPdA-TOu9aBWaQp7Lta5aXBxWoRuD-kM7aXK42gD_9LEL/s320/15544_1237380346624_1592712908_30594616_7618449_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463354208340565234" /></a>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-77074799915497525242010-04-22T16:43:00.000+05:302010-04-22T20:59:18.955+05:30Itz up to you to decide..I just started writing this post just to make myself comfortable by expressing the unexpressed feelings in me. This is all related to one of my friends who never understand that his words really hurt me and even when I express it I become the wrong doer. For god sake I am telling you, I never wanted to lose U. But u according to you I am in the process of forgetting you and U believe I have all tweets just to express the hate in ma mind. My dear friend.. U never realize.. Me having tweet does not mean that I hate you. But itz just one way out to express my suppressed feeling. Anyways..Now according to you I am a person who thinks that U are the wrong doer and you kill ma happiness. My tweets were never intended to mean something like that but you do believe.. Anyways.. Itz up to you to use your brain and decide on what is right and what is wrong.. Just think.. and Decide.. Please do not hurt me with your words.. I will not bear this any more..Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528924571978932249.post-82352002990812469632010-04-21T21:32:00.000+05:302010-12-03T20:04:02.222+05:30I hate screaming..Though this is ma first post I decided to write about something which is not gonna make any sense. Well.. Lets call it a fulfillment of a request.. ;-)<br /><br />A thing that can make this earth a hell to me is screaming in ma ears. I mean when you read this for the first time it will make no sense but if you are put in to ma situation you will soon realize how screaming can irritate a calm and quite person. When I was at home I was brought up in a peaceful and calm environment where there were no screaming unless I scream at my mom. Once I came to Colombo I realized real meaning of the word screaming and decided to name the City as the City of Screams. When I settled in my current place in Colombo it gave me an opportunity to define this word with a better understanding where I am struggling second by second to avoid noises. As the last resort to end this problem I have decided to use cotton in ma ears so that I will be less distracted by screaming.. <br /><br />One more aspect.. I do not mind kids screaming. But what irritates me is when adults or teenagers scream for no reason may be because of stupid arguments. I hate it.. I hate it.. <br /><br />And best part is my friends used to say that I always scream and so how come I hate others screaming. If u are saying that I scream for no reason when I talk, U all do not know the meaning of the word screaming. If u are are really interested I can take you to my place and show you all what is called screaming. ;-)Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692503668672259noreply@blogger.com1