<?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-4679031889009986076</id><updated>2012-01-15T19:30:57.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl on the Move....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7829865258212846996</id><published>2011-04-06T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:12:45.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDWARD MAYA ROCKED SRI LANKA..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9OPSD-4YNY/TZ0riMkL3iI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ePtY4uo2HxQ/s1600/Edward-Maya.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9OPSD-4YNY/TZ0riMkL3iI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ePtY4uo2HxQ/s320/Edward-Maya.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592674178752568866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He came.. He performed and he conquered..!! It was so awesome and I was so lucky to witness in on March 25th. Romanian music always rocks. The music is soothing and the effect it creates is absolutely enchanting. Born as Eduard Marian Ilie in 1986, he the Romanian musician, composer and the singer has come a long way after his hit “Stereo Love” in 2009. Later that year, "Stereo Love", became a hit in clubs all over the world.While this success was followed by concerts worldwide, the song entered the top-5 singles charts in Austria, Denmark, Finland, France, Germany, Italy, the Netherlands, Norway, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland and the UK. This is where his success story began.  He pitched in to the international charts by hit singles like This is My Life and Desert Rain after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Romanian music is yet to be popular in the international context, but has a promising future, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, Edward Maya will have a promising career, one day and still he’s new to the international  scene.  The post sound formal? Yes…?? Lol, that’s because I would really really write some absolutely crazy stuff if I try to be informal cz I really really AM so crazy about Edward Maya’s music. Okay.. Letting it out and relieving… International artistes come and go.. Most of the time, they mime and the shows become total disappointments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But this one…. It totally rocked…!! Can’t think of a better way for Sun FM’s comeback with Edward Maya Live show. It was all worth the money and the time.  Honestly, I thought he’ll just mime some 3-4 random songs and go away. But he was awesome. He just knows for to get the crowd’s attention and get them spellbound. Awesome! After a session of songs, he started his DJ session with his fellow crew members Gabrielle and Mike Poison. It was all so awesome! So… pity for those who predicted that it’s gonna be a total bore.. and two thumbs for us, the people who made it to the show and had an extreme fun.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7829865258212846996?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7829865258212846996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7829865258212846996' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7829865258212846996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7829865258212846996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2011/04/edward-maya-rocked-sri-lanka.html' title='EDWARD MAYA ROCKED SRI LANKA..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9OPSD-4YNY/TZ0riMkL3iI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ePtY4uo2HxQ/s72-c/Edward-Maya.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5794192671347080738</id><published>2011-02-17T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:37:35.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO... IT'S FEBRUARY.. AFTER SOME PITFALLS.. :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74pPzDXFHis/TV1Os0jL6RI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kqo-BjXkmHU/s1600/girl-beach-hat.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74pPzDXFHis/TV1Os0jL6RI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kqo-BjXkmHU/s320/girl-beach-hat.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574698445681977618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life wasn't prefect for the girl in the past two months. Exactly on December 1st, I had to fall from the staircase in the office and have a tissue dislocation. That's when it all started.. I couldn't walk. I had to stay home for 2 weeks for treatment. Things didn't improve though. So.. I had to go to work by office van, and since the project was on a critical status, regardless of the pain in the leg and the fact that I was using clutches, I had to work late and come home in cabs. I started missing the lectures in the weekends. Dolphin boy was the life saver and he was around to take me here and there. Then again, the dolphin had to fly back in mid December. The things grew more tougher. It was then when I realized how hard he tried to make me feel good even though I was in a crappy situation. Sometimes I had to work in the weekends. And yes. I missed classes. There were assignments. I had to finish them. I'm just so glad that I got a whole bunch of good friends. Manish helped me out with the HRM assignment when I was struggling with work. My friends printed and submitted my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January... Things were no good. Dad had to take me for lectures. He stayed there till my lectures end and he brings me home. Still, I couldn't travel in public transport. Mid January... The exams. I was terrified, cz with work, I couldn't study at all. One and half weeks to exam, I had to assign my role in the project to another and get back with studying. Still pathetic. I couldn't understand what the subject was..!! Damn..!! Barely managed to finish it off with self studying. The second and third subjects of coz, a friend in my class came for help. We studied together and the next week, the next 2 papers was done and over too. Now... February starts..!! When I got back to office, it was almost the last stage of the project and now the product is with the customer. They just started doing User Acceptance Testing 2 days ago. 2 Assignments left and managed to finish my part of the Group Assignment. One more to go. Leg of coz, it's 85% recovered and I don't have to use clutches or ankle guards anymore. It'll slowly heal when the tissues and ligaments start repairing themselves. So.... Can walk. Not long distances. But the good thing is, I CAN walk after 2 hectic months. The third term starts next week. 15 more weeks, and I'll be done with the 1st year of the MBA. That'll be a relief in biiig time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... That's what basically happened. Was busy. Was upset. Was a cripple. Now... most of the things are OK. Missing the Dolphin Boi and wishing he was still here though. Bottom line is... when all things get screwed up, and when everything is so dark.. you can still hope that it'll end some day. This time, it took me more than 2 months to get back on the track. But you know... in the end, all is well.... Keep rocking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5794192671347080738?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5794192671347080738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5794192671347080738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5794192671347080738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5794192671347080738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-its-february-after-some-pitfalls.html' title='SO... IT&apos;S FEBRUARY.. AFTER SOME PITFALLS.. :-)'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74pPzDXFHis/TV1Os0jL6RI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kqo-BjXkmHU/s72-c/girl-beach-hat.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-255513760182817453</id><published>2011-01-03T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:36:48.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I A DOLPHIN GIRL...??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TSH7Bg0XaWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2dM-53ccI4k/s1600/Dolphin%2B%2526%2BMe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TSH7Bg0XaWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2dM-53ccI4k/s320/Dolphin%2B%2526%2BMe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557999418559916386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is dedicated to my ever loving Dolphin boy with all my love :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Blue Body of Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Green Scene Of The Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Has Always Appealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And Been Restful For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Moving of The Waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Sparkle and The Foam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Into Its Depth I Dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Swimming Home …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe I’m A Dolphin Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe I Belong to Sea-World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Beside A Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Red Coral Reef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I Want Gold Gills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To Water-Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As Scuba Divers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Swim To and Fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Looking At Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Breathe In Awe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And Float and Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tickled By Seaweeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then Swim Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With Fish like Speed …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To The Surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With A Giant Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe I Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Dolphin Girl..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-255513760182817453?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/255513760182817453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=255513760182817453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/255513760182817453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/255513760182817453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2011/01/am-i-dolphin-girl.html' title='AM I A DOLPHIN GIRL...??'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TSH7Bg0XaWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2dM-53ccI4k/s72-c/Dolphin%2B%2526%2BMe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-4600481621171402069</id><published>2011-01-03T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:29:31.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Twenty - Eleven.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TSH5OP-XK7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/t0avNr_bywI/s1600/2011-new-year-wallpapers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TSH5OP-XK7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/t0avNr_bywI/s320/2011-new-year-wallpapers1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557997438353484722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So... It's suppose to be the end of 2010 and the start of a brand new year. Bottom Line : I’m gonna wish you all a happy new year at the end of this ok? As 2010 rolls out, I just wanted to think back and recall all the good things and bad things which happened in my life : small things… as well as big things. And you guys.. my friends.. fit in for ‘good things’… So… like.. instead of tagging you guys in a picture, I wanted to write down something myself and say what you guys mean to me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You all… my friends fit in my life from everywhere.. School.. .. Campus… Tuition Classes… SLIIT… Virtusa… Train… MBA class and JKCS… (And I’m putting etc. here for all of you who fitted in by all other numerous ways) Life was always not good. It wasn’t bad either. It was good at times and it was bad at times. We had good laughs. We had fun together. We went out together. We studied together. We had heart to heart chats. We were bookworms.. music addicts… movie lovers, meaning we had endless topics to talk about. When we were in pain, we still stick together. We console each other. We’re there for each other in need…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So… You… fit in at some point in my life… for better or worse and in pain and gain. Some of you were in some part in my life, but… whatever it is, it was an important part. Maybe we don’t get to stick together as we used to be. Maybe we do.. But whatsoever.. all I want to say is… dear friends.. thank you so much for being in my life… maybe it was for a short time.. or maybe it was for a long time.. and maybe it’s like we stick together forever.. like crossing hearts and friends for life. Whatever it is.. you are important to me. Thanks for being in my life and making my life wonderful and adding up so many memories to my life. When I get old (I mean.. even older than now) I don’t have to be a lost soul who’ll stare at the ceiling and think ‘Oh my goooosh..!! What did I do with my life? I tooodally wasted it..!’ Thanks to you guys, I don’t even have to THINK about it..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Want to say… love you guys.. I mean.. a lot..and I really mean it. Till 2010, thanks a gazillion… millions or billions for adding colour to my life. So… now that we have ended up in 2011, I want to thank you guys and wish you guys a wonderful wonderful year ahead. I saw most people commenting on 2011 as ‘It’s gonna be another roller coaster ride’.. Well… Let’s take the rollercoaster when necessary.. and at the same time, let’s slow down.. stop to think and walk slowly as well…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have a Wonderful 2011 my awesome buddies…!! Luv u all….!! &lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-4600481621171402069?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/4600481621171402069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=4600481621171402069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4600481621171402069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4600481621171402069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-twenty-eleven.html' title='It&apos;s Twenty - Eleven.. :)'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TSH5OP-XK7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/t0avNr_bywI/s72-c/2011-new-year-wallpapers1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-4209830930748720112</id><published>2010-10-30T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:46:38.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMANIAN MUSIC ROCKS...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TMz0jxd5hZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/soWMSKfeK4U/s1600/dj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TMz0jxd5hZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/soWMSKfeK4U/s320/dj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534066937542837650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So... Who likes European music? Well.. I'm soo much in. So much in love with the house/dance music by a range of artistes like Akcent... Marius Nedelcu...Edward Maya.. David Deejay... Dony... Inna... Tom Boxer and DJ Project, did a lil background check on them. I was thinking that they were from all over the Europe. Well... Not really. They ALL are from Romania..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They have the catchiest beats of the house/dance music.. and you never get listening to them over and over again. If you want to give it a try, I'll give you a few suggestions. Check out a few of the VDOs in YouTube, and you'll see.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Edward Maya is riding on the top these days with his 'Stereo Love'.. It's awesome. Check out 'This is My Life' as well. Akcent was there for quite a long time and my favs are I Turn Around the World, Lovers Cry, Stay With Me and That's My Name. Check them out. Inna's got a new single out called 'Sun is Up'. But 'Amazing' has an amazingly hot VDO which is.. well.. Go and watch it,lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;David Deejay and Dony are a wonderful combination.. really. David Deejay has an enormous talent and to match it, Dony has a 'lovely' voice. I know it's a bit odd to called a guy's voice as 'lovely'.. but then again... it's a lovely voice. They both have done a great job with the hits 'Temptation', 'Sexy Thing' and 'So Bizarre'... Another one called 'I Can Feel' with Ella Rose, it's a classic as well... Accidentally listened to another dance track done by him with Indianotech and it was awesome too. For DJ Project, check the hit 'Miracle Love'. Marius Nedelcu was an ex Akcent member. Check out the hit 'Rain'. It's awesome... Tom Boxer got some chart hitters like 'Beautiful Day'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well.. You have enough examples now. Go go go and check them in YouTube now.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-4209830930748720112?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/4209830930748720112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=4209830930748720112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4209830930748720112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4209830930748720112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/10/romanian-music-rocks.html' title='ROMANIAN MUSIC ROCKS...!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TMz0jxd5hZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/soWMSKfeK4U/s72-c/dj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3571052523400228638</id><published>2010-10-30T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:19:22.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IN OCTOBER...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TMzuIjFRHiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SaB55eGLn24/s1600/Slide18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TMzuIjFRHiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SaB55eGLn24/s320/Slide18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534059872755195426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Things look sunny... Very much sunny. October started with the exam heat. The 1st Term exams were in the 1st two weeks of the month. Studying was sort of fun, especially when you have a friend. You never get bored. Anyhow, all 3 papers were not the same. One was so lame. That was the worst paper. The second one was good. The 3rd one was much better. The 3rd week, I had to suffer with an assignment. So.. The only holiday weekend after the exam was fully devoted to THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Office life is kinda OK too. In a new project, with a new team, things are OK. More of my friends left the company. Now I have ended up with another bunch of good friends, eventually. So.. after like.. 7 months, I have claimed my position in the company, happily! More weddings.. more lunch outs.. more birthdays.. less movies.. a lot of music... and the start of the new Term in the Uni. The time table indicates that there are 6 assignments to be done within the next 3 &amp;amp; half months. Keeping ma fingers crossed and hoping the things are gonna be OK.. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-3571052523400228638?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3571052523400228638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3571052523400228638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3571052523400228638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3571052523400228638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-in-october.html' title='LIFE IN OCTOBER...!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TMzuIjFRHiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SaB55eGLn24/s72-c/Slide18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3489866469921177419</id><published>2010-10-30T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:11:01.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HALLOWEEN..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TMzsR89MLdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tOZxFBoUEBI/s1600/Happy_Halloween_28938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TMzsR89MLdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tOZxFBoUEBI/s400/Happy_Halloween_28938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534057835296206290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3489866469921177419?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3489866469921177419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3489866469921177419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3489866469921177419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3489866469921177419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-halloween.html' title='IT&apos;S HALLOWEEN..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TMzsR89MLdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tOZxFBoUEBI/s72-c/Happy_Halloween_28938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-472871699882696931</id><published>2010-09-12T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:03:56.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WATCHED ROBIN HOOD....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TIzrueeQUzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iLQ4WNPMHUE/s1600/5a93f2f7fda020a51a113c310ef3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TIzrueeQUzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iLQ4WNPMHUE/s320/5a93f2f7fda020a51a113c310ef3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516042827308487474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh guys.. Agony! I watched the remake of 'Robin Hood' with Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett in it... It was horrible..! I mean.. really horrible. If you loved Russell in Gladiator, you'll only see that same Gladiator here.. not the Robin Hood in particular. It's a definite NO for sure.. Then I read a few reviews for the movie and i could find stuff like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boring and joyless, felled by a convoluted, mostly inconsequential plot,  as huge chunks of the movie are taken up by negotiations and  gamesmanship between characters we don't care about."... "What is missing from this version of Robin Hood is the fun that usually  goes with things like robbing the rich and giving the loot to the poor"... "The film is pretty, and there are a few solid moments every hour. But  considered as a work of cinema, with paid professionals involved, it's  an extremely lackluster story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. There are good comments too.. But overall.. uh uh.. :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-472871699882696931?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/472871699882696931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=472871699882696931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/472871699882696931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/472871699882696931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-watched-robin-hood.html' title='I WATCHED ROBIN HOOD....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TIzrueeQUzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iLQ4WNPMHUE/s72-c/5a93f2f7fda020a51a113c310ef3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7695958572138483967</id><published>2010-09-12T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:54:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE WEEKS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TIzpocTqDmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/EqM9CHk-vRQ/s1600/shoes,color,fashion,girlie,heels,photography-7dcdadf1368f69b48350752d46078524_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TIzpocTqDmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/EqM9CHk-vRQ/s320/shoes,color,fashion,girlie,heels,photography-7dcdadf1368f69b48350752d46078524_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516040524624694882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The shopping mall… Three weeks back… I was skimming through the colorful bling blings of the fancy shop. My eyes caught a peacock blue bracelet. Just lovely. I couldn’t resist touching it. So I did. Then I felt it. That soft fragrance... It was exactly 9 years I sensed it last. But I still remembered it. Still holding the bracelet in my hand, without turning back, I closed my eyes to indulge in the soft aquatic fragrance. Then I heard the voice. ‘I know you love blue. But that bracelet is so not for you!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I turned back.. and I couldn’t help but smile. There he was, standing behind me… grinning.. hands in his trouser pockets.. and wearing a Peacock blue T shirt. I had to look way up to talk to the grinning guy. Too tall, he is! It’s been 9 years I last saw him. The first thought that crossed my mind was.. ‘Why did I ever let you go?’… Instead, I smiles back and asked… ‘Really..?? Then what does?’.. ‘Well… Why don’t you try this one per se?’.. He’s still smiling. Well.. It was an aqua blue bracelet with white seashells attached to it. It fitted perfectly… ‘See..?? There you go! Sea bracelet for a sea girl’.. Not being polite, not waiting to thank the guy standing beside me… I asked.. smiling of cos..  ‘What are you doiiiiing here? Aren’t you suppose to be in Australia chasing the dolphins in the sea?..’… Staring at the ceiling he replied… ‘Well.. I still do. Got here two months back… Just came here for a short vacation. Gotta leave in 3 weeks you know… the dolphins are waiting for me..’… Well.. That can’t be the only reason.. so I asked.. ‘Only the dolphins?’.. His smile was broad… ‘Yeah.. Only the dolphins’.. and showed me his ring finger… which of cos.. did not have a ring in it.. His chance to ask the question.. ‘So.. Who is waiting for you here?’… I too smiled… ‘Only the dolphins..’..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His smile was broader this time.. ‘Well.. Dolphins can wait a bit, can’t they? Will you care to join me for an ice cream.. if you don’t mind?’.. ‘Sure.. of coz…. How did you come here, btw?’.. ‘Well.. I came by car.. and there it is.. annnd I came alone. Need some sweaters to grab before I go, u know...’.. So.. We walked down the road… sat by this small ice cream shop in the street.. and covered 9 whole years within an hour…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9 years back.. I still don’t understand the reason why I did not want him in my life. Many times I tried to figure out a reason why. But I couldn’t. Then he left. I felt guilty at that time, thinking that he left just because of me. He landed in the Kangaroo Country and made his dream true, becoming a Marine Biologist. That’s all I knew. So we talked.. and we talked for three weeks before he left. The good friend I had to let go 9 years ago.. got back, just like that. The day before he left, I asked.. ‘When will you be back?’.. He said.. ‘3 months have to past’.. Then I asked ‘Are u gonna live all ur life there chasing dolphins?.. You’re never gonna come here and live?’.. Then he was quiet for a moment… I said ‘Hello… Are u still there?’ Then he started to speak slowly.. ‘I would be here.. only if there’s a very good reason for me to be here.. a perfect reason…’ He paused. ‘…. Do you think I’ll have a good enough reason to be here… someday?’.. Took me a while to get what he asked.. I just said… ‘Maybe… Yeah.. Maybe’.. Then he asked again.. ‘Are you sure about it?’… ‘Oh.. Yeah.. Maybe there could be a reason for you to be here.. So.. You should stick around to find out’… He was smiling.. ‘Yeah… I will.. and I will be back after 3 months.. You’ll keep in touch, won’t you?’.. ‘Oh yeah.. Sure I will’… Then he said.. ‘Yeah.. You better.. I can’t lose you again.. The last time I lost you, it took 9 years to find you.. You shouldn’t do that, don’t you think..?’.. ‘Yeah.. It’s a rude thing to do.. It won’t happen again’….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So.. it won’t happen again.. You should not let go people just like that… The three weeks passed.. The story.. to be continued…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7695958572138483967?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7695958572138483967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7695958572138483967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7695958572138483967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7695958572138483967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-weeks.html' title='THREE WEEKS...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TIzpocTqDmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/EqM9CHk-vRQ/s72-c/shoes,color,fashion,girlie,heels,photography-7dcdadf1368f69b48350752d46078524_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1766677945067702506</id><published>2010-08-31T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:37:14.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Canine Commandments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TH09s7sQjpI/AAAAAAAAAaw/goUQCeeZJts/s1600/1c9c44b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TH09s7sQjpI/AAAAAAAAAaw/goUQCeeZJts/s400/1c9c44b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511629361118219922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1766677945067702506?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1766677945067702506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1766677945067702506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1766677945067702506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1766677945067702506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/08/10-canine-commandments.html' title='10 Canine Commandments...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TH09s7sQjpI/AAAAAAAAAaw/goUQCeeZJts/s72-c/1c9c44b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-314923596378198607</id><published>2010-08-31T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:26:37.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIBERNATING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TH07LKUPCwI/AAAAAAAAAao/n_h7STw-dXo/s1600/827163733_e87de107bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TH07LKUPCwI/AAAAAAAAAao/n_h7STw-dXo/s320/827163733_e87de107bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511626581905181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The girl on the move is kinda hibernating. It's work. It's studies. I was assigned to a project which is to be designed, developed and tested and should go to the client within 45 days.. Oh jeez...!! Now I'm in it. On the other hand, the term end exam is nearing. I just can't understand how fast the days go... Or do they really FLY?? 3 in class tests and 1 assignment and 1 term paper is over. There are 2 more assignments and 1 term paper to go.. Oh maaan..! I'm done for..! Just struggling with the first one for days, and now.. kinda done 3/5 of it. Life just flows and days just fly. So much to do.. and so little time left. I can say that I'm not wasting my time now. But i miss living. Didn't watch a good movie in ages. After ages, I took a leave today, stayed home.. slept till late coz of a headache... woke up and then again.. Assignment...!! :-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Books of coz.. been reading one called 'Fragrance Harbour' for weeks! No assurance when it'll be over, but I'm not stopping.. Last week.. I thought of giving myself a break from the rest of the world and thought to be like that till the exam is over... Well.. It's just the 1st semester.. All I can think is that 'One day you'll laugh about it' theory.. Lol... So.. I guess you guys are living ur usual colorful lives.. Cheers for that..!! Wait up..!! I'll be back to that life in errr... 2 years?? no no... 22 months..!! :-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-314923596378198607?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/314923596378198607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=314923596378198607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/314923596378198607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/314923596378198607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/08/hibernating.html' title='HIBERNATING...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TH07LKUPCwI/AAAAAAAAAao/n_h7STw-dXo/s72-c/827163733_e87de107bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8866742086804371393</id><published>2010-07-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:03:21.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONE THING I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND AND WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND ABOUT GUYS..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TDnPCFI7YLI/AAAAAAAAAag/KlBXO283ebo/s1600/ATT522666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TDnPCFI7YLI/AAAAAAAAAag/KlBXO283ebo/s320/ATT522666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492648855201341618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The one thing I never understand about guys will always remain as the one this I never understood about guys! What the hell is that?? Oh well.. It’s simple. This topic came out at the lunch table today and I too added up my opinions to it. When the topic continued, some more people added their opinions to it. Let me tell you what it is… Let’s just say there are two ends to this story. Guy’s side and the Girl’s side. Guy’s side is what I don’t understand. So… Guy’s side : Here it is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guy’s side: When a guy meets a girl, whom raised his interest or rather curiosity, they tend to wonder ‘Is she the one?’. The approach: They become friendly with the girl.. But the guy has a fixed set of ‘expectations’ in his mind. They become good friends and slowly… the guy evaluates the girl, no matter how good friends they are. The guy watches the girl. No matter how much the girl cares.. loves… praises and looks after the guy, even if one of his ‘expectations’ are not met with the girl, the guy just thinks ‘Ah.. She’s not exactly my kind’. The guys always look for hard-to-get girls. What guys don’t get is.. Sometimes girls too play hard to get, when they sense somebody is interested on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The guy becomes curious about the unknown, mysterious girl more, than the one he knows well.. In most of the cases, what happens is, the mysterious new girl turns him down. Then only it hits his head.  The guy gets upset. After a while he does it again. Not only my words, guys. These words actually came out of guys. I asked why they do it. They say ‘That’s how guys are’… Oh jeez! This is what I don’t understand! Why do guys do that? Well.. After so many hardships, the same thing again? I don’t understand this… and I never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Girl’s side: Girls do play hard-to-get. But a girl too has a set of ‘expectations’ about how her guy should be. Every girl has that expectation. But when a girl meets a nice-enough guy.. and if she likes him in any way, she does not look for all her ‘expectations’ to be met. Instead, she adjusts. Yes. Girls adjust. Guys don’t. Proves again that girls are from Venus and guys are from Mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was just thinking that.. we have already passed more than one third of our lifetime. At the end of the day, guys.. girls.. we all just die. Do we have to be perfectionists? If we feel that we’re comfortable with someone, and you can be sure that you can live happily with them talking forever without a bore, even if you get old… and if you’re sure that you both will still be comfortable with each other when you face the obstacles in life.. why the perfectionism? That ‘comfort’.. it matters a lot. No… It doesn’t matter a lot. It IS the only matter. Just don’t be too choosy. One reason is, nobody is perfect. The second reason is.. you’re not perfect. So, don’t expect somebody else to be perfect. Whatsoever, in my case, that thing…. the one thing I never understand about guys will always remain as the one this I never understood about guys! Lolz… Complex creatures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8866742086804371393?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8866742086804371393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8866742086804371393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8866742086804371393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8866742086804371393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-thing-ill-never-understand-and-will.html' title='THE ONE THING I&apos;LL NEVER UNDERSTAND AND WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND ABOUT GUYS..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TDnPCFI7YLI/AAAAAAAAAag/KlBXO283ebo/s72-c/ATT522666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1319876378835105970</id><published>2010-07-10T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:39:21.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE BYE WEEKENDS... I MISS YOU..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TDiiIgXZyYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fz_Vov8BHIA/s1600/Study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TDiiIgXZyYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fz_Vov8BHIA/s320/Study.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492318012589066626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, I woke up at 5 o’clock in the morning. Well.. That will be ‘normal’ for me, 7 days a week for 2 years! I had a tired week at work. My partner in crime in the office is down with viral flu. So I had to go through a hard time, as we started the first round of testing for a brand new Internet Booking Engine. In average case, I would stay late on Friday… watch a movie.. and of coz.. I would listen to some good music. But yesterday, I had to sit by my study table and ‘study’ for an assessment on today. Oh gosh! I’m back with books, pens, pencils, papers and time tables! Back in the University, jeez! The people at home still can’t understand why the hell I am voluntarily ‘sacrificing’ my weekends and ‘putting myself in trouble with studying’ all over again.. Lol…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was sitting in the train at 6.10 A.M, studying the previous week’s lecture notes. Red nosed with a gruesome cold and sleepy eyes.. oh… here I am, studying! I looked out from the window and the sun was just coming out of the hiding. The train passed so many waking-up trees and they all looked so cheerful. On a usual Saturday, I should be still sleeping and dreaming something weird! Well.. I was thinking about the rush I have to be in for the next two years. I will have to sacrifice my weekends. I will have to limit going around the country for a long time. I’ll lose my sleep in big time. Why all this? It’s just that, to gain something greater to our life, we have to sacrifice certain things. I already miss weekends... sniff sniff..  It’s a big deal to me. But then again.. this is the right time for studies. Once an opportunity is gone… it’s gone. So.. I just don’t want to live my life and think someday, ‘I would’ve done this at this time’. But I have to pay some price… In this case… weekends and a few hours of the week to study…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sooo.. Here I am. Back to pens, pencils and books! Economics, Management, Statistics and Market value Analysis. New stuff! Let’s just do this and see..!! Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1319876378835105970?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1319876378835105970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1319876378835105970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1319876378835105970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1319876378835105970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/07/bye-bye-weekends-i-miss-you.html' title='BYE BYE WEEKENDS... I MISS YOU..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TDiiIgXZyYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fz_Vov8BHIA/s72-c/Study.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5709599011130974866</id><published>2010-06-26T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:13:15.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN A GIRL....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TCZDDkhBy6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/06zaUOqV9yQ/s1600/20950_1165351905893_1590756869_30389466_4664956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TCZDDkhBy6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/06zaUOqV9yQ/s320/20950_1165351905893_1590756869_30389466_4664956_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487146924618402722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A certain 'truth' about a girl's world - Found from an e-mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you catch a girl&lt;br /&gt;glancing at you,&lt;br /&gt;she wants you to look&lt;br /&gt;back and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl bumps into your arm&lt;br /&gt;while walking with you&lt;br /&gt;she wants&lt;br /&gt;you to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants a hug&lt;br /&gt;she will just stand there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u break a girls heart&lt;br /&gt;she still feels it when&lt;br /&gt;you run into each other 3 years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through her&lt;br /&gt;mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of&lt;br /&gt;questions,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering how long you will be&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a&lt;br /&gt;few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;she is not at all fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says she can't live&lt;br /&gt;without you,&lt;br /&gt;she has made up her mind that you are&lt;br /&gt;her future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more&lt;br /&gt;than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is mean to you after a break-up&lt;br /&gt;she wants you back, but shes&lt;br /&gt;scared she'll get hurt and knows&lt;br /&gt;you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5709599011130974866?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5709599011130974866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5709599011130974866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5709599011130974866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5709599011130974866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-girl.html' title='WHEN A GIRL....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TCZDDkhBy6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/06zaUOqV9yQ/s72-c/20950_1165351905893_1590756869_30389466_4664956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-12507596187676660</id><published>2010-06-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:09:57.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON POSON DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TCZCOSePjaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lAgcHSw1fco/s1600/IMG_7901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TCZCOSePjaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lAgcHSw1fco/s400/IMG_7901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487146009241816482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aukana Buddha Statue - Anuradhapura (Captured on Poson Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-12507596187676660?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/12507596187676660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=12507596187676660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/12507596187676660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/12507596187676660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-poson-day.html' title='ON POSON DAY'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TCZCOSePjaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lAgcHSw1fco/s72-c/IMG_7901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5304387658652887887</id><published>2010-06-26T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:05:34.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD THINGS AND BAD THINGS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TCZBOrxPNwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jPbkC72ayMk/s1600/ATT522666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TCZBOrxPNwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jPbkC72ayMk/s200/ATT522666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487144916520744706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life just flows on these days.. Good things and bad things… The baddest and the saddest and the most unbelievable of all… a death of a best friend.. Hmmm… He was the best friend of my brother who passed away two and a half years ago. He left this world all of a sudden with a major blow on my head! One month ago, he was alive. Then he went on Hitch hiking. Some germ has caught his lungs when he was swimming in an algae – filled water. Then he was hospitalized. My brother’s lil bro was always with him when he was in the hospital. I could only pray for him. Never got the chance to see him cz they live in the States. He was on life support… Got better.. Discharged… Got worse… Hospital again.. Life support.. I prayed and prayed and prayed… Then he left the world.. I kinda walk.. eat… sleep like all numb. Trying not to show the world how grieving I am… I put on a smile. He’s gone. Never coming back. Life is unbelievable, isn’t it? Good people die young because heaven needs more and more angels. Hmmmm….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were several lil bad things as well.. Small things. One was me being surprised over a certain act by one of my good friends… as in a deviation from the how-I-knew-the-friend kinda thing. I sorted it out meeting the friend.. what really happened for the odd behaviour. It’s sorted, but it left me things to think about. I missed most of my good friends on my b’day. Two were abroad and some were sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good things of coz.. my bro passed a certain exam in the University, in which ¾ of the students failed to get through. It’s a big deal. My sis got graduated. End of her 5 year degree. Work is good for me. I’m gonna start the MBA (Fiiinally!). It starts next week! I’m excited about it. But I’ll never have weekends for myself for 2 whole years. Can’t think how busy life will be! Well… Life just goes on and it’s bad sometimes… and it’s good sometimes. I hope I’ll somehow have to find time to read books.. listen to music.. watch movies… surf FB and for all the other things I love to do, after next week. Life will take a new step! Having high hopes about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5304387658652887887?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5304387658652887887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5304387658652887887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5304387658652887887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5304387658652887887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-things-and-bad-things.html' title='GOOD THINGS AND BAD THINGS...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TCZBOrxPNwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jPbkC72ayMk/s72-c/ATT522666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5492831230576181554</id><published>2010-05-29T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:59:03.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNSET AT BASAWAKKULAMA WEWA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TAHwcTX7o8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YVAgLRR-y6E/s1600/IMG_7741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TAHwcTX7o8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YVAgLRR-y6E/s400/IMG_7741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476922990886888386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Captured this on the day after the Wesak day, in Anuradhapura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5492831230576181554?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5492831230576181554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5492831230576181554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5492831230576181554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5492831230576181554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunset-at-basawakkulama-wewa.html' title='SUNSET AT BASAWAKKULAMA WEWA....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TAHwcTX7o8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YVAgLRR-y6E/s72-c/IMG_7741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-261113248260947788</id><published>2010-05-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:56:04.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANTHIRIMALE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TAHve2geFjI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IzbgXvNpkqg/s1600/IMG_7724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TAHve2geFjI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IzbgXvNpkqg/s320/IMG_7724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476921935166051890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;We visited Thanthirimale Rajamaha Viharaya for this wesak. It was such a beautiful place. The rock surface covers 250 acres of the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the Sri Maha Bodhi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was brought from India &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to Sri Lanka, one night along the way the pot containing the sapling was kept at Thantheremale. It is believed that there was one branch separately grew from the pot, was planted at that village to remember the incidence. Hence, some believe that this may be the first Sri Maha Bhodi plant in Sri Lanka. The Bo Tree is placed on top of large stony layer which may protect the tree up to now. This place was unidentified till the beginning of this 19th century and in 1960s the temple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was reestablished by Buddhist Monks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The temple and surrounding area are full of ruins, including two stone statues and several stone ponds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-261113248260947788?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/261113248260947788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=261113248260947788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/261113248260947788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/261113248260947788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanthirimale.html' title='THANTHIRIMALE...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TAHve2geFjI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IzbgXvNpkqg/s72-c/IMG_7724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1618098113963634933</id><published>2010-05-29T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:47:18.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WESAK DAYS..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TAHtvz3QttI/AAAAAAAAAZg/QxTtAmnQ4lA/s1600/IMG_7637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TAHtvz3QttI/AAAAAAAAAZg/QxTtAmnQ4lA/s320/IMG_7637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476920027490858706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wesak days are here again. I hope you guys also had a ball of a time since there was a long weekend to celebrate it. As always, we too did celebrate it in a good way. Lanterns, roaming the streets to see the beauty of wesak and going somewhere sacred. Well.. We made 10 wesak lanterns this time... I captured one of them glowing in the night. Here's how we celebrated wesak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4679031889009986076-1618098113963634933?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1618098113963634933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1618098113963634933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1618098113963634933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1618098113963634933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/05/wesak-days.html' title='WESAK DAYS..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/TAHtvz3QttI/AAAAAAAAAZg/QxTtAmnQ4lA/s72-c/IMG_7637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8216157375502682748</id><published>2010-04-30T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:01:29.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>නුඔ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S9vRtX8HdLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WvTUlKe6Vuk/s1600/23j36km.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S9vRtX8HdLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WvTUlKe6Vuk/s320/23j36km.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466193150194709682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;සඳ එලිය ඔබත් මට දුක දී....&lt;br /&gt;මල් පොකුරු හඬවනා හැටි...&lt;br /&gt;තරු එලිය ඔබත් මට දුක දී....&lt;br /&gt;පිනි පබලු පාරනා හැටි...&lt;br /&gt;බලා ඉන්නේ මං කෝම...&lt;br /&gt;මගෙම වූ නුඔත් මට දුක දී....&lt;br /&gt;මගේ කවි සිත රිදවනා හැටි...&lt;br /&gt;හිත හදා ගන්නේ කෝම...&lt;br /&gt;පොඩි දුකක්වත් නුඔට නැති හැටි...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8216157375502682748?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8216157375502682748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8216157375502682748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8216157375502682748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8216157375502682748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='නුඔ...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S9vRtX8HdLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/WvTUlKe6Vuk/s72-c/23j36km.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1698760373285159110</id><published>2010-04-30T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:52:56.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE ME TENDER....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S9vPe9yPP8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OcgdNH5s0Rs/s1600/Moon+dance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S9vPe9yPP8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OcgdNH5s0Rs/s320/Moon+dance.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466190703632531394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come away…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In this perfect perfect moonlight…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway with me slow…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel my glittering lips..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed away in starlight…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me slow…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me tender…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look me in these..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight star bright eyes…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the moon plays hide and seek…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silvery cloud lines..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me tender…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tender…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me…&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1698760373285159110?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1698760373285159110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1698760373285159110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1698760373285159110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1698760373285159110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-me-tender.html' title='LOVE ME TENDER....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S9vPe9yPP8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OcgdNH5s0Rs/s72-c/Moon+dance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3636277915376500684</id><published>2010-04-30T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:46:47.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY VERSION OF SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S9vJSioHXgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ij6rFjKoF1E/s1600/17855_1192391212742_1317240424_30485637_3148499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S9vJSioHXgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ij6rFjKoF1E/s320/17855_1192391212742_1317240424_30485637_3148499_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466183893114117634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She walks…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she walks in beauty…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the enchanted woods..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks in beauty..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streams swiftly flow…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel her silky feet…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wind blows slow…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To touch her glowing grace…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds sing no more…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen her sing so smooth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rays hide away…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light in her eyes, the brighter..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daffodils dance and sway…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The smell of her skin is tender..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head, see far far away…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To taste this beautiful wonder…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the sunshine turns brighter…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart getting lighter..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch her move slow…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she walks in beauty….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3636277915376500684?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3636277915376500684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3636277915376500684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3636277915376500684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3636277915376500684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-version-of-she-walks-in-beauty.html' title='MY VERSION OF SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S9vJSioHXgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ij6rFjKoF1E/s72-c/17855_1192391212742_1317240424_30485637_3148499_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7593925676758542931</id><published>2010-04-11T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:29:20.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BROWN.. :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S8GWW3zfJjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qIsuU3GYvss/s1600/Brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S8GWW3zfJjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qIsuU3GYvss/s320/Brown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458809543030941234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Brown! You are looking at him. 10 years old, tired, wrinkled, the coat colour fading, yet so faithful..!! This is my neighbor’s dog. He’s a small doggy who grew up to be a mini model of a fox. Well.. I know he’s not so handsome or extraordinary looking. But at this very moment, this is the dog I love the most, out of all the doggies in this world..! He’s sort of a stray. He’s not a caged dog. So he roams around the neighborhood marking his territory, growling at invader dogs and scowling at strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I myself am a huuuge dog fan. Dogs are the most loyal specie of animals out of all. They really mean it when they love you. They really mean it when they come to you lowering their head, wagging the tails and looking at you with pleading eyes. They always think of you as their family. So they protect you, love you, obey you and never betray you. Such wonderful creatures they are! Dogs speak to you if you listen close enough. A cat can never do that for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Brown follows me everywhere when I walk around the neighborhood. If I stay at a place for some time, he just sits and waits for me at the gate. He makes sure to clear the way with a warning to other dogs with a low growl, when he walks with me. When I come home, he jumps up with joy, speaking and his tail wags non-stop like a fan! He knows he gets a share from my plate if he sees me eating. So he never goes away. He stays till I give his share. I only have to call him once, whenever I feel like feeding him or petting him. He always comes running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, I had a good look at him when he visited me. He has aged. In dog years, they only live about 15 years. So.. No sooner, Brown will also be gone. Made me sad to think of it cz he’s such a lovable doggy. I hope you guys also have doggies at your home. Fat ones, tall ones, grumpy ones, playful ones, moody ones, thin ones, short ones, long ones like Weiner doggies and even ‘diggy’ ones who dig and hide the food. No matter the kind, they are all lovable. So love them a lot. Show them that you adore them. You’ll be surprised when you get to know how much they love you when they love you back. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7593925676758542931?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7593925676758542931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7593925676758542931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7593925676758542931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7593925676758542931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/04/brown.html' title='BROWN.. :-)'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S8GWW3zfJjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qIsuU3GYvss/s72-c/Brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7987572517986580640</id><published>2010-04-11T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:06:36.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GROWING HAPPINESS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S8GRA1UFnFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZJ7G4louDfk/s1600/Ladies+Fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S8GRA1UFnFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZJ7G4louDfk/s320/Ladies+Fingers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458803666847112274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now.. If you happen to read the girl on the move’s blog regularly, you might remember that once she said that she’s gonna plant some good vegetables in her garden. Well… She did it and the outcome is pretty good! Eggplants and chili plants are still growing. Tomatoes didn’t come up good. Pathola flowers have started to bloom. The strawberry plant is going quite well too. Small strawberries come up then and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yet, the best one are the ladies fingers. They have come up really well. See the picture? That's one of them! Everyday there are 3 or 4 to pluck! It’s sooo wonderful to see them growing fast and you get this happy feeling when you pluck them when they’re in full ripe! Well.. The whole ‘growing vegetables’ thing is so cool, sooo.. it will be continued! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7987572517986580640?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7987572517986580640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7987572517986580640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7987572517986580640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7987572517986580640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-happiness.html' title='THE GROWING HAPPINESS..'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S8GRA1UFnFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZJ7G4louDfk/s72-c/Ladies+Fingers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-93845364480070055</id><published>2010-04-04T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:37:05.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEDICATED TO ALL MY SCHOOL BUDDIES....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S7hBgfyDQrI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XrupMWJBWqw/s1600/devi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S7hBgfyDQrI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XrupMWJBWqw/s320/devi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456182975102403250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just a little piece of my mind, I’m summing up like this… On my way from work today, I bumped into an old friend of mine from school. I met her exactly 10 years after we left school. We talked a great deal of things that happened in our lives for the past 10 years. Guess what? We both have ended up in life pretty much well. The moment I bid her goodbye, I began to wonder about how my friends from school are doing with their lives now… (Them being you all of coz..) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;See… We all have ended pretty well, haven’t we? Now… as a Devian.. if you turn back and have a look at your life, you will know that I’m telling the truth. Good lives, that is! Surrounded by loving families.. equipped with a good education… good jobs…loving boyfriends… good husbands… adorable kids…. having a wonderful lot of friends… It’s just not photos of some random occasions.. trips or parties that you upload in your FB. It’s again a sign to remind you that you breathe the sweet essence of life in a very beautiful way! See! We LIVE life to the fullest. We ARE happy! We have best of the things in our lives. We really do, don’t we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know.. being educated from a leading school in the country is really a huge advantage in many ways. One might think of the competition and the good education only. But Mother Devi is not just another school of that kind. We did get a good education from school; true. But most importantly, it was where we built the good solid foundation of our lives. Devi girls have so many human values in their lives in general, comparatively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are selfless.. We care.. We help others in a great deal.. We are always there for each other… This is just a pinch from what we call as human values. We are rich with them.. It’s our school who taught us all these values.. and how to live successful lives with those values. It’s those values that we earned from the past which made us successful today. This is something that we Devi girls have in common. It makes us unique. We can actually turn back and look at our lives and smile, remembering how lucky we are! Can’t we? Yes.. We ARE that rare kind who belong to the breed of ‘happy and successful’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We love our school so much. This is why we are successful people today. Devi girls… WE ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-93845364480070055?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/93845364480070055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=93845364480070055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/93845364480070055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/93845364480070055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/04/dedicated-to-all-my-school-buddies.html' title='DEDICATED TO ALL MY SCHOOL BUDDIES....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S7hBgfyDQrI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XrupMWJBWqw/s72-c/devi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-559763748157067926</id><published>2010-03-28T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T05:29:21.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GIRL ON THE MOVE IS ON THE MOVE AGAIN....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S69LiZjn2rI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Ukg978CLXmk/s1600/296n8yt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S69LiZjn2rI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Ukg978CLXmk/s320/296n8yt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453660728116894386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A new chapter in my life started this week as I began my second job in a new place. So far, things are so good. New place and new people. Things seem fine. From the day 1 I started missing my friends in my previous workplace. In BIG time that is. I guess it’s because I need some time to adjust to the new place and the new culture at the new place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life begins again.. and I have so much hopes on it too. One being start saving money in a good deal cz I realized how important it is when I was having a good holiday at home. Life will be busy again. But I like being busy. Honestly, there will be so many good things to look forward to. Fingers crossed….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-559763748157067926?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/559763748157067926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=559763748157067926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/559763748157067926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/559763748157067926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/03/girl-on-move-is-on-move-again.html' title='THE GIRL ON THE MOVE IS ON THE MOVE AGAIN....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S69LiZjn2rI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Ukg978CLXmk/s72-c/296n8yt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8091952071784802601</id><published>2010-02-28T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:13:33.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING SUPERNATURAL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S4tpB3oSXjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Zh32Rc9xdKw/s1600-h/Supernatural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S4tpB3oSXjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Zh32Rc9xdKw/s320/Supernatural.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443560055441088050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was always about Prison Break. Scofield.. Big big brother Burrows… T-bag… Alex Mahone.. Sarah.. LJ.. I watched it all to the end point.. and it was all brilliant, as the word implies. This is not about Prison Break, guys. Today.. I’m gonna tell you something supernatural. It’s a cool TV show too. The 5th season is currently on air and the show has gotten better throughout the past seasons. Supernatural is not very well known to Sri Lankan viewers, I guess. But it’s really cool. Maybe I say cool cz I love the stuff in it. Supernatural stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The stars of the series are Jared Padalecki as  Sam Winchester and Jensen Ackels as Dean Winchester. The Winchester brothers are just like Ghostbusters, but they’re just far more than any Ghostbusters we can think of. They hunt down demons, ghosts, spirits and all the other species that has a supernaturally paranormal origin. The brother call themselves as ‘hunters’ and there’s a community of hunters just like them. A powerful demon visits the Winchester residence when Sam was merely an infant, burns their mom glues to the ceiling, kills her and gets away. That’s where the story starts. Sam and Dean’s dad Jhon starts searching for the demon. The brothers take over the job when they get older…and they hunt down whatever creatures they meet on the search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well guys.. I’m so much in to supernatural stuff and mythology. So for me.. it was all very interesting. We only know about spirits, demons and ghosts. That’s only 3 species out of the 100. There are more! Women in white are one category.. Shtrigas.. Wendigos.. Zombies.. Rippers.. All the kinds of evil! Points to ponder: You can make a salt line, so that the spirits can’t cross it. Holy water and salt are acidic to them. You can use iron to stab them. Shotguns work too. To trap a demon, you can trick it into a pentagon so that he can’t get out. There’s an exorcism spell to send the demon right back to hell. You can make a deal with a demon at a cross road in exchange of your soul. The best way to kill a spirit id burn the bones of the dead person. Well.. There are so many stuff guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’m at the 5th season now. Sam’s girlfriend gets killed just the way his mom died and that’s when Sam hits the road to help his dad and Dean. Their dad dies saving Deans life in the 2nd series. Sam gets killed. Dean makes a deal with a demon at the crossroads, trading his soul and brings back Sam to life. They kill the demon who killed their mom. They couldn’t prevent the opening of a door to the hell, so.. more demons come to our world, the strongest of them, called Lilith. A demon called Ruby volunteers to help them to kill Lilith. Dean was dragged to hell by hellhounds when he’s done with his time on earth, according to the deal he made. At the 4th season, angels come down to earth and the story becomes more interesting. Angels drag Dean from hell and gives him life. Lilith’s task is to awake Lucifer, or Satan as we know. There are 66 seals to be broken to do so. Demons and Angels fight side by side. Sam and Den, along with Ruby, help them. Sam has developed psychic powers since he was fed demon blood by the demon who killed their mom, when he was an infant. So… At the end of the 4th season, the 66th seal gets broken. Sam kills Lilith, not knowing that Lilith is the 66th seal. Ruby has tricked him and when Lilith dies, Lucifer rises. Angels fail. Interesting stuff…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There’s a confirmation of a 6th season of Supernatural as well. I would really wait for it! Just watch it and see guys! I hope you’ll like it too. Girls.. You’ll love Dean.. He’s hot and cool in the same time. Good luck with the paranormal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-8091952071784802601?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8091952071784802601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8091952071784802601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8091952071784802601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8091952071784802601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-supernatural.html' title='BEING SUPERNATURAL...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S4tpB3oSXjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Zh32Rc9xdKw/s72-c/Supernatural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-2681423446539642451</id><published>2010-02-28T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:35:49.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPING FOR THE BEST...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S4tf8uO7D3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6xhKjwpvas4/s1600-h/ATT522679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S4tf8uO7D3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6xhKjwpvas4/s320/ATT522679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443550071414787954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Life these days to me is all about relaxing. I’ve been jobless for more than 2 months now. I really had a good rest and some quality time for myself. For 2-3 weeks, I didn’t look for jobs, cz I wanted to forget the whole ‘job’ thing for a while and take a rest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now.. I apply for jobs and I get interviews. I go for them too. The advantage is having some good experience in the field, so I guess I have the chance to get opportunities. Well.. I kept myself occupied for the last 2 months and I guess I had a good and useful holiday. Putting the last two months in bullet points is the easiest way, I guess. I read so many good books.. I watched a good number of movies… It counts finishing up the Prison Break Series and well.. I’m now in the 5th season of Supernatual.. Coming up is the Heroes and Robin Hood series all over again. Lol..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have a vegetable garden now.. Funky ha? Got the first harvest of ladies fingers last week. Hehe.. That was something I always wanted to do. You have to water them and use fertilizers and look after them well. I go to driving school these days. I never had a driving license all this time. Did some good cooking.. Learned a lot of new things from the web. There was work in the house, so I helped. Never watched TV. Exercised. Ate good organic home made food, no junk food anywhere near. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I went out a lot with my friends. But I DO miss my friends at work a great deal. 3-4 times I dropped in to office to meet my friends. I loved that life. Most of the friends and things my life are still bound to that place. However, the bad part of is that I have no income now. So I’m poor and I’m running out of money.. Hehe.. So.. It really feels like starting the life all over the A/L. You have no money… You have no job and you plan for your studies. Oh.. I forgot to tell about the studies part. Since I’m NOT going to Canada… as per now, I wanted to start studies here. That will again be an MBA. Yesterday I had the aptitude test in the University I’m targeting. There’s a huge competition and the test itself was tough. So.. Crossing my fingers and waiting to see what will happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I schooled.. did my degree… did a job for 3 years and now.. I’m taking a break. I have started my life all over again and it really feels good. I always wanted a change in life. So.. Now I’m taking that change. No idea what life holds for the rest of the year; but as I always believe.. I hope for the best.. and continue hoping that life will lead me somewhere good. Cheers guys! Miss you all a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-2681423446539642451?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/2681423446539642451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=2681423446539642451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/2681423446539642451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/2681423446539642451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoping-for-best.html' title='HOPING FOR THE BEST...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S4tf8uO7D3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/6xhKjwpvas4/s72-c/ATT522679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-47683322916770725</id><published>2010-01-07T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:44:09.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIN UP DIVAS AND POSTER BOYS.. :D :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0biMXmQ1QI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cnG8NqTphvo/s1600-h/backstreet_boys_b00000053x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0biMXmQ1QI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cnG8NqTphvo/s320/backstreet_boys_b00000053x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424271503335150850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There was a time we were crazy about pop stars.. girl groups and boy bands. We used to go ‘Oooo’ and ‘Ahhh’ whenever we see them, going all jumpy and mushy- gushy! That’s an average teenager. Sticker books, song books, teen books, pin- up posters and teen drama series.. crushes in the tuition class… back when we were teenagers! I used to love that life. Don’t you too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I found this Edward Cullen the Twilight vampire’s adoring poster last week and didn’t have a heart to throw it away. I pasted in my bedroom door, so that when I wake up in the morning I see the vampire staring at me from his glittering eyes. My mom saw the ‘guy’ in the bedroom door and got confused and asked me ‘who’s the guy in the door?’. I said ‘That’s my Vampire!’. She was worried that the thick cello tape would damage the polished door. Well… The vampire still stays there. You know.. When I was pinning up that poster on the door like a 16 year old, my whole teenage life flashed right in front of me. What a wonderful life it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I too used to have pin up stars in my room. There was a smiling Angelina Jolie, Gangster looking Avril Lavigne, Calm and smiley Shania Twain and oh so handsome Tom Cruise right upon my study table. I used to cut and keep the pictures of pop stars and song lyrics from weekend newspapers. Whenever the holiday month comes, I find a binder gum bottle, a ‘platignum’ set and colored pens and start adding up more new songs to my song books. I had a plenty of them, lovely and neat with loads of pictures and neat decorations. I usually used a pop star poster to the cover page and gave the finishing touch to my precious thing with a polythene cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I remember the book I made with colorful feathers, pictures and details of birds. I used to collect feathers at every chance I got. Back in school times, me &amp;amp; my best friend used to roam around the teak trees in the basket ball court of the school to find them. Good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Crushes came in all kinds, in many variations. Pop stars, rock stars, actors or sport stars, come what may! Tiger Woods, Leo Di Caprio, Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise in one side and Backstreet Boys, Boyzone, N’Sync with Pet Shop boys on the other side. Britney Spears came out singing ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ and me and my friends used to sing it with her same carefree attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My Biology class used to be a less-fun place, so me and my friends divided the cute guys in the class among us to keep watch. My counterpart was a good looking, posh, always-smiling Royalist. He always used to come to class with three quarter pants. I had a habit of drawing the people around me in cartoons. Even now I do the same thing. So.. When I was starting to feel bored one day, I drew him with his three quarter pants, showing off his hairy legs and highlighting the very hairy legs! One moment, my friends were giggling and enjoying the picture. When I turned the head again, the piece of paper with my crush’s hairy legs was actually in HIS HANDS! OMG! I so much needed to dig the cement floor and hide under a worm tunnel! Hehe.. There goes my crush! He just smiled over the whole thing, thanks to god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life was so wonderful at that time. The time I used to ride my brother’s bicycle with wind in my hair.. the time we used to play badminton and net ball till we get all sweaty and thirsty… Wow.. I loved that life.. Looking back at that time, I sure feel that I have enjoyed that life. I guess you have too. Life is to enjoy.. and life is to be happy. Pin up divas and poster boys added a hint of color to my life back then… and it draws a smile on my face to remember all those lovely teenage moments and adventure I used to have! Don’t you feel the same too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-47683322916770725?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/47683322916770725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=47683322916770725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/47683322916770725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/47683322916770725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/01/pin-up-divas-and-poster-boys-d-d.html' title='PIN UP DIVAS AND POSTER BOYS.. :D :D'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0biMXmQ1QI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cnG8NqTphvo/s72-c/backstreet_boys_b00000053x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3049499615341866597</id><published>2010-01-07T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:41:53.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEA LEAVES.. DON'T THROW THEM AWAY..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0bhdOFnWtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cei6CY4VikU/s1600-h/Tea+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0bhdOFnWtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cei6CY4VikU/s320/Tea+Leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424270693328444114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tea..!! Sounds delicious in the middle of a hard day, right? We all love tea. But what do we all do to the used tea leaves? We simply throw them to the waste basket. Well.. Let me tell you something you can do with these used tea leaves.. which can actually ‘lighten up’ your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you go to wash your face in the morning, take some of these used tea leaves. Add a tiny amount of hot water.. and rub the tea leaves in your face and massage the face very well.. Wash your face and dry it with a towel. Now.. look at the mirror? You sure will see a difference. Your face is so very clean and it has lightened up very clearly. This is as good as any cleanser or a clean-up. It simply removed the dead cells in your face, better than a deep cleanser and removes the ‘darkness’ in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works! Try it and see. It really WILL work and you guys will thank me for sharing this little secret with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3049499615341866597?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3049499615341866597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3049499615341866597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3049499615341866597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3049499615341866597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/01/tea-leaves-dont-throw-them-away.html' title='TEA LEAVES.. DON&apos;T THROW THEM AWAY..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0bhdOFnWtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cei6CY4VikU/s72-c/Tea+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-719971924709491184</id><published>2010-01-05T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:55:35.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE COMES THE TOP 10...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0RB0d-is6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/oc9TVnecr94/s1600-h/Top+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0RB0d-is6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/oc9TVnecr94/s320/Top+10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423532220916872098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was another fantastic year for movies, which a lot of massive scale movies lightened up the movie universe. Hope you didn’t miss the best ones too. So.. What are the best 10 of the last year? Check out the list and make sure you didn’t miss any. Here comes the top 10 box office movies of 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 10: The Blind Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $184,387,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Boasting no explosions, CGI robots or vampires, but propelled by good word-of-mouth, this inspirational drama climbed its way into the number ten spot over the Christmas holiday weekend. I watched this yesterday. It’s about a homeless child who later finds a happy home with a kind family and groomed to be a popular rugby star. It’s a beautiful story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 9: Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $196,573,705&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not only did the prehistoric critter crew return for their biggest box office outing yet, the third 'Ice Age' adventure conquered the number 2 spot at the worldwide box office with a massive $883.7 million. This is the best out of the 3 Ice Age movies, as I see. This one is so funny and there wasn’t a single moment I was bored till the moment I started to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 8: Monsters Vs. Aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $198,351,526&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In a crowded field of animated titles this year, this monstrous adventure towered over the pack, stepping into the top ten with one of the biggest spring opening weekends ever. Well… I didn’t like this one better than Ice Age 3. Yet it’s an OK movie for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 7: AVATAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $212,268,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Arguably one of the most anticipated movies of the decade, director James Cameron's visionary sci-fi epic leaped into the top ten during the final weeks of the year. No need of any explanations. This is an awesome one, right guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 6: Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $257,730,019&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Live long and prosper! Director J.J. Abrams' bold re-imagining of the classic sci-fi franchise proved popular with both old and new fans alike, easily grossing more than any previous Star Trek movie. This too is an OK movie. But never better than Avatar for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 5: The Hangover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $277,322,503&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Easily the surprise breakout hit of the summer, this tawdry tale of the ultimate Vegas bachelor party gone wrong defied all expectations to become the number one R-rated comedy of all time. I’m sure the GUYS out there didn’t miss it. I loved it too. The best part for me was the guys finding famous Mike Tyson’s pet tiger in their hotel bathroom after a sober, crazy and wild nightout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 4: The Twilight Saga: New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $280,924,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hot off the success of 2008's 'Twilight,' the second installment of Stephanie Meyers' supernatural romance saga wolfed down a record-breaking $72,703,754 for the highest opening day earnings of all time. I didn’t watch this one yet cz I’m waiting for a better DVD rip. Hope this is as good as the second book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 3: UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $293,004,164&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The animation wizards at Pixar did it again, soaring to number three, nabbing the studio its second highest grossing movie ever (behind Finding Nemo), and becoming the highest grossing 3D movie of all time. This is so sweet. However, not funnier than the Ice Age movie as well. Hope you loved the multi colored big bird in the movie as well as the ‘ballooned’ home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 2: HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $301,959,197&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The popular teen wizard returned for his sixth year at Hogwarts to grab second place, but cast a powerful spell on the worldwide box office, taking the top spot with a magical $929.4 million. I don’t think this is the best Harry Potter movie ever made. As the book implies, the movie is ‘darker’ itself. It’s just the flow of the book. Proves again that the books are better than their movie counterparts. Hope you guys will agree with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 1: TRANSFORMERS: REVENGE OF THE FALLEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Total Gross: $402,111,870&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Autobots battled Decepticons to the top of the box office, not only becoming the top earning movie of the year, but also firmly planting itself at number 9 among the top ten highest domestic grossing films of all time. Well… No need to say again. This is awesome… and the best way to watch it was in widescreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well.. We’ll have a good 2010 with a good line up of movies too. Iron Man 2, Alice in Wonderland, The Twilight Saga : Eclipse, Cats &amp;amp; Dogs part 2 and Harry Potter and the Deathly hallows Part 1 are some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Check them out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://teaser-trailer.com/movies-2010.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let’s keep our fingers crossed guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-719971924709491184?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/719971924709491184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=719971924709491184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/719971924709491184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/719971924709491184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-comes-top-10.html' title='HERE COMES THE TOP 10...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0RB0d-is6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/oc9TVnecr94/s72-c/Top+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1961485812693285979</id><published>2010-01-05T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:37:19.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COOK AS JULIA CHILD... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0Q9fQhGyKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/iKmDjOF0Uf8/s1600-h/mastering-the-art-of-french-cooking-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0Q9fQhGyKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/iKmDjOF0Uf8/s320/mastering-the-art-of-french-cooking-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423527458479982754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my previous post, I told you guys that I’m gonna learn some good cooking as a ‘little’ thing in my New Year resolution plan. I already started it and I’m so happy about it. I was not a girl who was always sticked around the kitchen. I thought I can’t cook, to be honest. But you know… to know whether you can’t exactly do a thing or you can’t do a thing, you should try it. Without trying anything, you can’t exactly say whether you can or can’t do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently discovered that I CAN actually cook. I mean.. I did cook in the past. But I was never sure about my cooking. Up to now, the things I cooked came out well. The last thing I cooked was a Batter Fried Cuttlefish curry. It came out good and everybody liked it. So I thought I’ll continue cooking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Child… Any idea who this is? She’s the one woman who taught French cooking to America. I watched a nice movie. It’s called ‘Julie and Julia’. Julia is Julia Child herself and Julie is a girl who lives in modern times who loves Julia Child’s cooking and makes her boring life successful by using Julia Child’s wonderful cook book. Julia Child refers to cooking as an art. Isn’t it fascinating? Well.. For all you girls out there who loves to cook, I’m gonna tell you about this unique cook book. I’ve come across many cook books. But I’ve never seen a cook book like this one. It’s a special one. It’s called ‘Mastering the Art of French Cooking’, published in 1961.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in simple language, as in the language we ‘talk’. All her thoughts are written in the book in this simple language too. She introduces kitchen equipments and tells how to use them in the proper way. She even tells us how to hold the knives properly. She teaches us how to cut vegetables in proper shape and in the proper way. She explains the terms we use in cooking too (i.e.: beat, blend, boil). The measures and temperature conversions are in the book itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a section she explains about wines. The book comprises of 10 chapters. Each of these 10 chapters include a large number of delicious recipes. Chapter 1: Soups, Chapter 2: Sauces, Chapter 3: Eggs, Chapter 4: Entrees and Luncheon Dishes, Chapter 5: Fish, Chapter 6: Poultry, Chapter 7: Meat, Chapter 8: Vegetables, Chapter 9: Cold Buffet and Chapter 10: Desserts and Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady friends.. This is a good cook book to have. Julia’s most famous dish is boeuf bourguignon. (It’s made of beef, but I don’t eat beef, btw) It’s pronounced as ‘Boof Boginiyan’. It’s in the book too. She does wonders with butter and sauces. Watch the movie ‘Julie and Julia’ and see for yourself, girls! I’m not sure if you can find the book in the book store. So here’s link to get it from isoHunt as a torrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://isohunt.com/torrent_details/134846069/julia+child+mastering+the+art+of+french+cooking?tab=summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Have a look at the book girls, (and guys, if you’re interested too) and tell me how the cooking goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1961485812693285979?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1961485812693285979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1961485812693285979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1961485812693285979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1961485812693285979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/01/cook-as-julia-child-d.html' title='COOK AS JULIA CHILD... :D'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0Q9fQhGyKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/iKmDjOF0Uf8/s72-c/mastering-the-art-of-french-cooking-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7805347869567412410</id><published>2010-01-05T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:33:57.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS 2010 STARTS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0Q8z7lU4AI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ardj89KdIKg/s1600-h/New+Year+Resolutions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0Q8z7lU4AI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ardj89KdIKg/s320/New+Year+Resolutions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423526714126163970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Happy New Year my friends… It’s the start of another new year. Hope you guys are also having so many hopes and dreams for the New Year. We all do, don’t we? 2009 ended in a good way to the country, with the end of the war. I think that was the best thing happened to everybody in the country. Now we see everyone visiting Jaffna and Trinco in a rush and we see loads of pics uploaded in FB on that.. lolzz.. Finally, this is a free country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Did you make a New Year resolution list for 2010 too?? Well.. We don’t exactly write them down. At least all of us mind map our New Year resolutions, don’t we? But hey.. almost all the things in that list are ‘bigger’ things. That’s where we all do a wrong. How? If we have big dreams and we can achieve all of them, it’s superb. What I meant to say is.. most of the time, we forget little things… and at the end of the year, if we look back, those ‘big’ things.. well… not all of them, they still remain. So… at the end of the year, your New Year resolution list comes as a ‘wish list’ rather than a ‘check list’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;What I’m telling is, when you make New Year resolutions, don’t include only big things. Add up little things also. Little things DO matter a lot. Because, someday, the little things you do will add up a huge value to your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;So. What exactly are these little things? Well.. Let me tell you. For this year… I plan to start an MBA and find a happy job in a small place. Those are ‘big’ things.. Now.. 3 little things I planned out for this year are, One :  growing some good vegetables in the garden and look after them cz I always loved it… Two: Learn some good cooking cz I feel that I should. Three: Start my guitar lessons again.. There are a lot more ‘little’ things… Read so many books.. watch good movies.. travel to North.. and the list continues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;There are so many little things you can do too. Change the way you look. Get a new haircut. Get some good clothes. Smile a lot. Meet your friends often. Stop the running of life to watch a good movie.. read a good book. Adore your pet often. Give a surprise gift to your mom… Start exercising… See?? There are a lot more little things you can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Life is good with little things, trust me. For me, they matter a lot. Even waking up in the morning and hearing the sound of the wind chime dancing in the wind is a big ‘little thing’ to me. So my dear friends…. Good luck with the New Year. Hope you guys had a good heads up. Don’t worry about the 2012 phenomena though… Lolzz.. (As the Mayan calendar says) You STILL have two more years to enjoy life.. &lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-7805347869567412410?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7805347869567412410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7805347869567412410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7805347869567412410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7805347869567412410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-2010-starts.html' title='AS 2010 STARTS....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/S0Q8z7lU4AI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ardj89KdIKg/s72-c/New+Year+Resolutions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-760579308247041854</id><published>2009-12-31T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:34:06.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE 2009..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Sz2JNk2XHjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Avfdea3h8X8/s1600-h/ATT522679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Sz2JNk2XHjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Avfdea3h8X8/s320/ATT522679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421640392746933810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So it’s the December 31st, finally. 2009 ended. How was the year for you, guys? Bad? Good? I would say 50-50. A fresh year starts from tomorrow onwards… and the Girl on The Move will be starting the 4th continuous year in my blog. That’s something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like any of you, I too have so many hopes for 2010 and like any of you; I too summarized 2009 in a mind map. I was thinking how it was for me yesterday. The year started being busy with office work, as usual.. in my project. Got so many good friends from the project… as things were smooth, a good friend whom I trusted my life, broke my heart.. breaking my trust. And that I should say was a huge thing. I was so much down and both our friends were on my side… watching over me.. and I got through the situation in a very good way, thanks to my friends and my self control…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life started again with more friends.. Life was good.. so many outings.. trips… good times all over. Didn’t let go of any good movie or a good book as usual. Missed a lot of small things though, cz I was having a bad time in the latter part of the year in the office. Another good thing happened this year was carom. Carrom opened a whole new world for me. I got a lot of new friends.. and existing friends became very good friends because of the whole carrom thingy… It was all so good…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Things at home were so much good, as usual.. and I quit the Canada thingy in the very last moment.. and I think it’s a good decision that I had to take. Now I see it’s all for good. My job : I wanted to quit and find a new one.. and things were going smooth, but at the last moment, things got screwed up, thanks to some arrogant people in my project. After so many grumpy incidents.. moody talks.. and ray of lights, I quit the job.. leaving behind all my good friends.. and taking all the happy memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My grandfather passed away at the very last week of the year and we all were so busy till yesterday… and the busy work will continue till this weekend also… Hmmm… Love : All I hav to say is.. it’s good.. and things will be good next year too.. Crushes : Yeah.. 1 – 2 days ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As the new year starts in a moment.. I too look forward for hopes of happiness and laughter.. So many hopes and dreams… So my friends, let’s take all our good memories and lessons learned to 2010.. and let’s hope for the best for the coming year 2010.. All the very best..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Goodbye 2009…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-760579308247041854?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/760579308247041854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=760579308247041854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/760579308247041854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/760579308247041854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='GOODBYE 2009..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Sz2JNk2XHjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Avfdea3h8X8/s72-c/ATT522679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1512170636367622133</id><published>2009-12-14T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:27:16.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SyYEepiNNmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LW5xMXvo9FU/s1600-h/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SyYEepiNNmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LW5xMXvo9FU/s320/2012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415020526551512674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK… I usually don’t miss a good movie for any reason in the world. So I didn’t miss this one either. You shouldn’t either. Though I downloaded it and watched it, I recommended that you guys should watch it in wide screen. It will be the best option. Well.. It’s a good movie, trust me. Just as any other Ronald Emmerich (Independence Day, Day After Tomorrow) movie, it’s awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, the film briefly references Mayanism, the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar, and the 2012 phenomenon in its portrayal of cataclysmic events unfolding in the year 2012. Because of solar flare bombardment the Earth's core begins heating up at an unprecedented rate, eventually causing crustal displacement. This results in an onslaught of Doomsday event scenarios plunging the world into chaos, ranging from California falling into the Pacific Ocean, the eruption of the Yellowstone National Park caldera, massive earthquakes, and Mega tsunami impacts along every coast line on the Earth. The film centers around an ensemble cast of characters as they narrowly escape multiple catastrophes in an effort to reach ships in the Himalayas, along with scientists and governments of the world who are attempting to save as many lives as they can before the disasters ensue. That’s how Wiki says about the movie. But I’m not gonna post a detailed epilogue about the movie this time. I was curious what the theory behind this whole 2012 phenomenon is. So I looked it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is straight from Wiki -&gt; The 2012 phenomenon comprises a range of eschatological beliefs and proposals, which posit that cataclysmic or transformative events will occur on December 21 or December 23, 2012,which is said to be the end-date of a 5,125-year-long Mayan Long Count calendar. These beliefs may derive in part from archaeoastronomical speculation,alternative interpretations of mythology, numerological constructions, or alleged prophecies from extraterrestrial beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A New Age interpretation of this transition posits that, during this time, the planet and its inhabitants may undergo a positive physical or spiritual transformation, and that 2012 may mark the beginning of a new era. Conversely, some believe that the 2012 date marks the beginning of an apocalypse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Both ideas have been disseminated in numerous books and TV documentaries, and have spread around the world through websites and discussion groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scholars of various stripes have disputed the idea that a catastrophe will happen in 2012, suggesting that predictions of impending doom are found neither in classic Maya accounts nor in contemporary science. Mainstream Mayanist scholars argue that the idea that the Long Count calendar "ends" in 2012 misrepresents Maya history.To the modern Maya, 2012 is largely irrelevant, and classic Maya sources on the subject are scarce and contradictory, suggesting that there was little if any universal agreement among them about what, if anything, the date might mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well.. There are a few theories on how the 2012 Apocalypse will take place. Just check this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A very famous one is the clashing of Planet Nibiru. Well.. Personally, I just believe that the end of the world can be ANY day. Just some randon Asteroid crunching down the earth or a massive volcanic eruption or whatsoever. We can’t really say. It can be the next moment, right? I mean.. collisions and things like that happen every second in the planets in this Universe. We can’t be sure it won’t happen on earth, right? So.. Let’s live and find out, shall we? ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1512170636367622133?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1512170636367622133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1512170636367622133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1512170636367622133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1512170636367622133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SyYEepiNNmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LW5xMXvo9FU/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-575934390392161552</id><published>2009-12-14T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:10:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE'S LIKE THAT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SyXyl3OeOJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Coj_TCOSsRw/s1600-h/3510400261_2951dce99b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SyXyl3OeOJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Coj_TCOSsRw/s320/3510400261_2951dce99b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415000859276621970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life gives you good things and bad things both. In spite of how you choose to act upon them, the life still flows on. Life was not so smooth for me in the past couple of weeks. It’s work. I have been under a tremendous amount of pressure because of the things happening at my work place for the last couple of weeks. I was sort of confused.. and then scared. I had a lot of questions like ‘why?’ and ‘why me?’. The things are not smooth, still. But I decided to face that come what may and get out of the situ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to change my job. But then again I stayed back considering a couple of factors, temporarily. It’s time I do it, but I still want to wait and see if there’s any good coming out of the mess. I’ve been missing a lot of things in the last couple of weeks. I missed reading.. I missed movies.. and I missed good times with my friends. But then there was this family trip to Udawalawa, Yala &amp;amp; Katharagama… which gave me a great boost of spirit. Had an awesome time Safari-ing and singing… An unforgettable time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided to keep my focus on the things I used to do and love, rather than worrying about the crap at the office. That feels better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s almost the end of the year and some good things are on the way. The biggest thing I was waiting for this month was over. Chadi &amp;amp; Arjuna’s wedding &amp;amp; home coming. It happened perfectly &amp;amp; I was able to help them out as much as I can. Well… Things to add up.. I got sick in big time.. My mom got sick.. My Grandfather was sick.. and that was a very tough time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Christmas is on the way. I’ll not be at home for Christmas. I’ll be at Anusha’s place, helping out them for their father’s Alms Giving. My sister finished her studies at the Uni and she’s at home these days. My father is taking all of his leaves from work and having a peaceful time at home. It’s not lazy to stay at home when they’re around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well… Life goes on like this. I want to see what else is on the way.. good or bad. I really want to make the next year a better one than this. That’s how it should be, I guess… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-575934390392161552?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/575934390392161552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=575934390392161552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/575934390392161552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/575934390392161552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifes-like-that.html' title='LIFE&apos;S LIKE THAT....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SyXyl3OeOJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Coj_TCOSsRw/s72-c/3510400261_2951dce99b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-366410707985119096</id><published>2009-11-09T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:23:58.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE DAY, WHEN THE RAIN WAS FALLING DOWN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Svf7u3YDYNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0r5u_cDbQWU/s1600-h/3465732086_637416525d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Svf7u3YDYNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0r5u_cDbQWU/s320/3465732086_637416525d_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402063060611588306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The rainy days are here again. The days are dark, cozy and wet. The rain pours down from the sky from the dawn to dusk. I would say the days are gloomy and miserable with the rain pouring down all day, messing up the grass in the lawn and locking up the birds in cages. But I won’t. I love rain. I have always loved rain. The wind that blows just before the rain, ruining the fallen leaves resting in the ground, is the coldest wind you can ever imagine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s raining cats and dogs outside. I heard the wind chime swaying in the wind, melodically, just before the rain. Now it has stopped. I can only hear the cluttering sound of the rain drops hitting the roof. The low grumble in the sky has eventually transforming into a loud growl. Once in a while, a flashing light travels across the sky, like a mini-aurora in the sky. I’m scared of it anyway. It sends chills down my spine, every time I see it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It feels like living in the wet town of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Forks&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in the movie Twilight. The trees are mossy green and watery. When it rains like this, all I do is grab a book, cuddle up in my bed and read it. I was falling in and out of being sick for the last few weeks, continuously. Living with a terrible cold in the rainy season gives you extra credit of having to keep the cold with you much longer. So, I still live with it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About one month back, on a cold rainy day like this, I was watching the rain outside my window and watching the patterns it made outside my window seal. As I was watching the rain, I started to wonder whether I’m really doing the things in my life as I want and exactly the way I want them. There were so many things in my life which I really wanted to do. Small things. But since I started my job and got busy with it, I realized that I have missed doing so many things in my life. It’s true that the career path I’m in is always a busy one. But it’s like you operate as a machine every day. You work late, you work extra days and you don’t have time for anything else. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well.. I did have time for certain things in my life. I made so many good friends… I enjoyed life as I liked. But… come to think about it all… I realized that this is not exactly what I wanted from my life. People might say that you can still do the busy job and do the small things you want. It’s true. But I want more. One day, the job will be my second priority. My first priority will be my home. My family. I don’t have so many complicated career goals. So… a small job with a lesser salary, which I can do with the things I want to do in my life… that would be more than enough for me. One day, I don’t want to be the mommy who goes to work, leaving behind my kids in the daycare and come home after dark with fast food from some fancy food outlet for my husband and kids. I really want to be a good mommy and a good wife. And I guess I have so much to learn on that path as well. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a peaceful life… a less busy one. I need to get back to my studies. I want to be on my mother’s birthday on a Sunday. I don’t want to miss out things because I have to be so busy. I need more time for the little things. I’ve been working for 3 years. I want a change now. I need to do what I really want to do. So… at that moment, I decided to take the risk and go for what I want. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So.. when the rain was pouring down so hard, I decided to take the first step towards it. I decided to quit my current job… and settle down with the kind of a job I want. The hardest part will be to leave behind my friends. I still don’t have a Plan B to survive it. I know it’s gonna be really really hard. It makes me so very sad. This December, as the year ends, things in my life will change, starting with a whole new chapter. I will take a break from everything and have some quality time for myself. Little things, I will do too, like reading so many books, starting my guitar lessons, lighting up the garden with vegetables (one thing I always love to do) and even some traveling around the country.. which I miss so much…. Plus, some good cooking as well.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the rain stopped that day, the air was much fresher than before. I breathed the soft cool breeze in to my lungs and felt the difference. I stepped outside, and the grass was still wet. The sun has sunk and the sky was much clearer. I looked up. The stars were slowly coming out of their hiding places, one by one. Before long, the sky was full of shimmering and glittering stars… This is why I like night. When it’s dark only you see the pretty stars in the sky. As for me… the sky will be dark, sometimes.. but I really have the hope of finding all those stars in the sky… one day… Just because of three things. I know what I want.. I trust what I do… and most importantly.. I have HOPE…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-366410707985119096?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/366410707985119096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=366410707985119096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/366410707985119096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/366410707985119096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-when-rain-was-falling-down.html' title='ONE DAY, WHEN THE RAIN WAS FALLING DOWN...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Svf7u3YDYNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0r5u_cDbQWU/s72-c/3465732086_637416525d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-6115919844099202174</id><published>2009-11-08T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:50:18.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OWL CITY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Sva4lLmuBmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hkMBO1GOMPo/s1600-h/owl-city-interview-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Sva4lLmuBmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hkMBO1GOMPo/s320/owl-city-interview-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401707751987349090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just don’t know from where this guy came from. He came with fireflies from the Owl City. He’s got an amazing voice, great electronic music and most importantly… dreamy lyrics with loads of myth and fantasy. Absolutely MY type of a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guys.. I’m talking about the band ‘Owl City’ and its new album ‘Ocean Eyes’. The first time I heard ‘Fireflies’, I fell in love with it. Then I heard ‘Vanilla Twilight’. That was also a very very absolutely dreaaamy one.. ‘Hello Seattle’ is a good go too. I loved it as well.. Wow.. So I ended up downloading the whole album. You can also download it as a torrent from isoHunt from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://isohunt.com/torrent_details/137484537/owl+city+ocean+eyes?tab=summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The guy in ‘Owl City’ is Adam Young. He has been in the music scene from 2006, but the reason he became a start was the hit song, ‘Fireflies’. Fireflies became a hit through MySpace and people came to know the guy all of a sudden. Wonder from where the name ‘Owl City’ came from? Well.. He refers to his home town Owatonna, Minnesota as Owl City. Fascinating name, huh? ‘Ocean Eyes’ is their third album, but the other two did not make to stardom as Ocean Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, Owl City's live band consists of: Breanne Duren (background vocals/keyboards), Matthew Decker (drums), Laura Musten (violin), and Hannah Schroeder (cello). As I write this post, ‘Fireflies’ has notched up to the #1 spot in the USA top 40 singles chart. Pretty much good for a guy who started out making music in his parents' basement, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-6115919844099202174?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/6115919844099202174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=6115919844099202174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6115919844099202174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6115919844099202174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/11/owl-city.html' title='OWL CITY...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Sva4lLmuBmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hkMBO1GOMPo/s72-c/owl-city-interview-c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7325629283816618779</id><published>2009-11-08T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:22:10.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIREFLIES - OWL CITY.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;My favourite song from the 'Ocean Eyes' album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          You would not believe your eyes&lt;br /&gt;If ten million fireflies lit up the world as i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they'd fill the open air&lt;br /&gt;And leave teardrops everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You'd think me rude but I'd just stand and stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs&lt;br /&gt;As they tried to teach me how to dance&lt;br /&gt;A foxtrot above my head&lt;br /&gt;A sockhop beneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;A disco ball is just hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall asleep leave my door open just a crack&lt;br /&gt;[ Owl City Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel like such an insomniac&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far too tired to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I got misty eyes as they said farewell&lt;br /&gt;But ill know where several are&lt;br /&gt;If my dreams get real bizarre&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus:] (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/StHaCpb6YoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/08jRUwiVf0w/s320/thankU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391329967956714114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This post is solely dedicated to all my loving blog buddies and to all my friends who read my blog and encourage me, criticize me on my writing and comment on my posts to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in 2007 I started to write and it’s been almost 2 years now.  Thank you soooo much for your comments, guys! It means a lot to me. I mean… really really a LOT. So… Thank you sooo soo much..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8970582546890247095?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8970582546890247095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8970582546890247095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8970582546890247095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8970582546890247095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/10/hats-off-to-my-blog-buddies.html' title='HATS OFF TO MY BLOG BUDDIES...!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/StHaCpb6YoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/08jRUwiVf0w/s72-c/thankU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-2821627337108206650</id><published>2009-10-11T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:11:30.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WALKED ON THE BRACH OF LOON TAO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/StHZbpPZiBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/romdbY-NxBU/s1600-h/396371810_755a4fbce6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/StHZbpPZiBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/romdbY-NxBU/s320/396371810_755a4fbce6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391329297889331218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Being a sea creature, I can’t resist the desire to wonder in the beach at every chance I get. I was missing the beach for almost 2 months and was almost running out of patient to get the sea breeze upon me. That’s when the people in my project planned a dinner outing! Without any second thought, I suggested Loon Tao. After a round of inquiries and suggestions, it got confirmed. Last Friday, we made it happen and it went well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have you been to there, btw? Well.. For those who have, you know how lovely the place is, right? For those who don’t, I’ll tell you how wonderful that place is, so that you can go there, have a good time and remember me telling how wonderful the place is. It’s in Mount Lavinia beach. You take the road to Mt. Lavinia hotel from Galle Road and proceed till you reach the Berjaya Mount Royal hotel. Don’t stop. You’ll see the railroad in a few more yards ahead. Get down from your ride and start walking. Cross the railroad and walk along the beach, turning to the right. Make sure to take away your shoes to feel the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s a small place with traditional sheltering, just like a little hut with tables facing the beach, under the stars. The shimmering lights of the lamps light up the place.  You can see the Mt. Lavinia Hotel very closely. The guitarist sings slow tunes to his soft guitar chords. In other words, the atmosphere is sooo romantic. Usually, the lovers come by here at night for a fine dinner. The food is great. My favourite is the deep fried cuttlefish dish. You’re having dinner under the stars.. with sea breeze hugging you… listening to the slow music and hearing the sound of the dancing waves of the sea.. That sound WOW to me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After the dinner, some of the guys ran to the beach to wonder. I walked along the beach, watching the stars, counting the ships and enjoying the view of the Mt. Lavinia Hotel. The skyline of the city of Colombo was not far away to be seen, and it was absolutely beautiful at night. I heard Pitbull’s I Know You Want Me, played in a distant club. Once in a while, a doggy came and walked with me. Our guys started playing virtual cricket and I too joined. I was the umpire and I got yelled at cz I made a wrong ‘out’. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway… No matter where I go, I make sure I enjoy whatever I do. So.. I enjoyed the dinner… I enjoyed the walk. I enjoyed the beach… and I loved it. Check this out, guys. I want you all to go there as well. You’re gonna love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://www.loontao.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-2821627337108206650?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/2821627337108206650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=2821627337108206650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/2821627337108206650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/2821627337108206650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-walked-on-brach-of-loon-tao.html' title='I WALKED ON THE BRACH OF LOON TAO...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/StHZbpPZiBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/romdbY-NxBU/s72-c/396371810_755a4fbce6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-823469890125533195</id><published>2009-10-11T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:09:22.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEBOOK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/StHY6F174NI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C7hzCRLZh4w/s1600-h/Facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/StHY6F174NI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C7hzCRLZh4w/s320/Facebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391328721451606226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If anyone asks me am I a Facebook addict.. I would say ‘yes I am..’ without any hesitation cz it’s true. I’m a FB fan and normally I spend quite a time in FB on daily basis and I’m one of those people who strongly disagree to the fact that it’s a time waste. Why? Because whether it is a waste of time or not, it can only depend on how YOU do it. Simply… it’s YOUR call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you do something for too long, and you forget all your other important duties, then you can say it’s a time waste and a good for nothing thing. But if you have the balance between your duties, tasks or whatsoever and the things you do to keep you happy, then there’s no harm of doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just wanted to share some thoughts of mine with you guys cz I have a few questions in my mind hearing the things people talk about FB. A few days back, I heard a girl asking a friend, ‘I don’t want anyone saving any of the photos in my profile. Is there a way to do it?’.. Upon hearing this, the first thought which crossed my mind was, why would someone add their photos to their profile in the first place, if they don’t want the others to see them?? Strange, isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are so many small games available in FB now. Most of you are playing at least one of them, am I right? Even I used to play Barn Buddy and I only stopped it after reaching the #1 rank in my list. I know most people blame these little games and they think they are so childish. I only have one thing to say about it. You had a hard day, you come home, open FB, play one of these ‘silly’ games and then you find your stress is gone! The ‘silly’ games can do you so much good. Then again, the control is yours. The limit is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One more thing I noticed is, some people don’t like when they get comments in their photos. I’ve heard some people saying that. Again I wonder.. you publish your photos in a social network and when you get comments you get upset?? Hehe… It’s obvious. Another thing. It’s your birthday and you have so many people writing in your wall. You say ‘My wall is full and I hate it!’. So… You can remove your birthday from your personal info? It’s not that hard. You get all these FB notifications to your mail. Is that annoying? Well.. If someone complains, there’s a setting in FB for e-mail notifications. If you don’t want your name to appear in FB search, if you don’t want others to see your profile picture when unknown people finds you in search… if you don’t want to get messages from strangers… you can always go to your FB settings and do it. It’s too easy to complain. But it’s easier to avoid the things you complain about. See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I located so many long lost friends through FB. I’m so happy about it. You get updates about your friends in regular basis. It’s way too better than a phone call happening in weeks. I switched to FB from Hi5 sometime back cz FB is way too better than Hi5. There’s MySpace and Twitter also. I’m still not on Twitter, since most of my friends are in FB. So… I love FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One more time. Whether you waste time on it or not, is totally up to you. The control is entirely yours, because YOU are the ruler of YOUR own world. Cheers to FB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-823469890125533195?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/823469890125533195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=823469890125533195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/823469890125533195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/823469890125533195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebook.html' title='FACEBOOK...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/StHY6F174NI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C7hzCRLZh4w/s72-c/Facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3176785464686223536</id><published>2009-09-22T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:59:11.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SrkeY49nH_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZOfCVV4M8nQ/s1600-h/Girll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SrkeY49nH_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZOfCVV4M8nQ/s320/Girll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384368242454634482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wasn’t so easy for me to survive 3 weeks without my computer. Don’t know how hard it was! So I missed writing  my blog as well. After a month, girl on the move is back. Life is good. Nothing bad to complain about, except work; that is! Read a lot of books… carrom became a part of my life again and friends are always there to keep me happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The other stuff I always love are there… The good morning song I listen to every morning… The fruit juice glass to begin the day…. The morning bath with my hair smelling great…. The train friends to laugh a lot in the morning… The people who buzz me every morning to say good morning to me.. The people I love and care are always there throughout the day.. Some grumpy work at the office… Some more laughter at lunchtime… More and more carrom in the evening.. The junk food.. plus Shawarma and M &amp;amp; M being the newest addition… The train friends to laugh more and more on my way home… Dad to pick me up and bring me home.. My loving Bryan and Brown to greet me when I get home… Calls from friends.. girly talks with my lady friends… Some quality time with the people at home.. Being glued to the computer, facebooking.. blogging.. checking mails and finding the newest music and movies on the net… A good book to cuddle up and read before I sleep…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Those are not the only things happening in my life. But all I can say is… life is good for me for the time being. For the moment.. I’m only thinking about 2 things.. Where will I be in 2 years from now on? I am getting my VISA finally… I’m gonna get what I always loved in the end. I can start my MBA in Quebec, Canada... and it’s like a dream come true. I want to go… It’s an opportunity of a lifetime. But what will I miss if I go? A lot, I guess… Given 4 weeks to decide on what I really want from my life.. I’m a little puzzled right now on what to do… Hmm…. Let’s see.. 3 more weeks. I stay here.. or I go there. And when I go.. my life will take a U Turn to a whole new life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The carrom finals is tomorrow. Can’t wait to watch. Carrom did a lot of good to me in the past few months. It made me make a lot of new friends.. and do what I always loved to do… Life is good, I say that again… Fingers crossed for tomorrow. Who will win..? Pega or EAG?? Ramazan treat… Silverpixels photo exhibition… The 2 day project outing… Multi cultural festival… More books to read… Some shopping… Hang around with friends… it’s gonna be a busy week. Wait n see… Wait n see…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-3176785464686223536?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3176785464686223536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3176785464686223536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3176785464686223536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3176785464686223536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmm.html' title='HMMM... :-)'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SrkeY49nH_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZOfCVV4M8nQ/s72-c/Girll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3840160052038202258</id><published>2009-08-15T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T04:56:58.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LUUUVE CARROM..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SoaMExMCIoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/imjMpQN5Hqk/s1600-h/Carrom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SoaMExMCIoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/imjMpQN5Hqk/s320/Carrom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370133619237069442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love carom! I really really really.. I mean REALLY love it..!! Since the day I saw my mom and dad playing it, I used to love it. So.. just as I told you guys in my previous post, I learned it..!! My mom and dad were my carrom gurus and now… I just can’t stop playing it..! When you start doing something you love, you end up with so many side effects. Good ones in particular. This is one good example I can share with you guys, to prove it’s right..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ended up in a new project in May, after hanging in another projects for about 8 months. Now… the new one is good. The people are really good.. but they are damn professional.. ummm… which is a little bit errrr…. for me. Professional is good. But.. in my case, in all my previous projects, there was professionalism.. and there was a fun environment too. There were less people I knew in this new project. But work was really good. While I was quietly working.. the company’s Inter Account Carrom Tournament started with a big wave. The inner creature within me who always wants to get out at a situation like this, started to punch hard on  me.. But umm.. knowing that I don’t have a chance, I stayed put. That’s when Dank called me up and asked me if I’d like to join their carrom team. Me : YES I DO…!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That’s the start of Benchwarmers 2009! But I was hopeless. I wasn’t practicing in years. It’s been a long time I played for the carrom mixed doubles championship in the campus and grabbing the top notch with my partner. To be honest.. I was also going through.. let’s say.. a bad time too. But all of a sudden.. things changed! We won our first game! We got the 2nd game too as a walkover. Wow.. We were into Quarter Finals. Man..!! The things happened so fast like a blink of an eye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next game was the quarter finals game. The opponents were very strong. With so much luck… talent and strategy, we DID beat them off too. We had so much fun that day! What a victory! Dank is our captain in charge with a good strategy and a good game plan! Pubudu is quiet and nice.. and in the end, he does his job well… Razmi is our best player and he’s so sweet and nice. Punnadi.. Hehe.. She’s fun to be with and a nutsy… and mind you, she plays well too! Lastly, there’s me. The next one was the semi finals game. We have beaten 32 teams and were in the top 4. We actually started to practice then only. Sometimes, we would stay late and practice a little bit. In the end, we were even playing with our opponents. Nobody cared that they were the opponents.. :D We all have turned out to be good FRIENDS…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We lost our semi finals game. I won my game though. But it was never about the championship for us. We all wanted to have fun and enjoy the game. So we did it! :D I was telling you about the side effects you get when you start doing something you like, right? Here’s what I got…. I made loads of good friends cz of this whole carrom tournament thingy. People who never used to smile with me and people I never knew (though existed) became good friends with me. The project is definitely not a boring place for me. The BIGGEST thing I got : 4 more lovable best friends were added to my life. Razmi… Poo… Pubudu and Dank! &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hugs style="font-family: arial;" to="" them=""&gt;Hugs to them&gt; Sooo… Shouldn’t I love carrom or what?? :D&lt;/hugs&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;hugs style="font-family: arial;" to="" them=""&gt;&lt;/hugs&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3840160052038202258?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3840160052038202258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3840160052038202258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3840160052038202258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3840160052038202258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-luuuve-carrom.html' title='I LUUUVE CARROM..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SoaMExMCIoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/imjMpQN5Hqk/s72-c/Carrom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3383118122224573713</id><published>2009-08-15T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:11:45.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST...  ENJOY THE LIFE TO THE FULLEST..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SoaJlceQcjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_Nzq4lg1WBs/s1600-h/bigstockphoto_Three_Girl_Friends_Celebrating_212140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SoaJlceQcjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_Nzq4lg1WBs/s320/bigstockphoto_Three_Girl_Friends_Celebrating_212140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370130882077159986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s been a while the girl on the move (being me) has been away from her blog. Well.. I’ve been busy with carrom and was so much in to it, and I couldn’t find a quality time to sit, settle and write something good, I guess. I’ve been thinking about a lot of things in the past few weeks and I couldn’t help thinking about this certain fact, that I’m gonna share with you guys today. Just give it a thought and maybe you guys will be able to make a difference in your lives as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is always like a range of mountains. There’s a climb.. and then again, there’s a slope. Sometimes the climbs are higher; you have to try harder to get to the top. Sometimes it’s smooth and you just don’t have to put any effort at all to get to the top. The same goes with the slopes. There are steep slopes and yet again, there are smooth ones. You just have to be extra careful on steeper ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What’s bad in all of us is we always see life as a hard climb. We never tend to see the easy slope after a climb. More often, we give up hopes in life, when something bad comes our way. It gets worse when a series of unfortunate events comes our way in a queue. Most of us give in, when bad things happen. And moreover, we’re never satisfied with what we have with us, don’t you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I took a piece of paper, divided it into two columns and wrote down what are the good things in my life and what are the things I miss in my life. Some of the good things I managed to list down: I have a home to call my own… Have a good family background and very supportive parents who have respectable jobs. Got a brother who’s learning to be a doctor and a sister who’s learning to be an architect. Got my education from a good school. I’m a graduate… Got a job with a satisfactory salary. Have loads of good friends to be by my side in good and bad…Loved by many… Lucky enough to learn and do most of the things I love to do.. Things I miss in y life: The things I’ll learn some day and fill out the rest of the list :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;People.. when you’re going through a bad time, it doesn’t mean you’ll be stuck there forever. God repays you with better things later on. Sometimes fate will get you out of your bad time. But sometimes, even fate needs some help from you. You have to stand up and you should try to push yourself up from the bad situation. Trust me. It works. It worked for me.. and still is working for me. Just that you need to have a little bit of faith in you… plus, you have to trust yourself. As long as you don’t try, you’re in that black hole forever. You need a distraction. Just try to be involved in something you like. Read.. watch a movie… play a musical instrument… listen to some music.. make new friends.. adopt a pet… go out and have fun with friends… Whatever! Just don’t be alone and float in the ocean of tears and sorrow! Pull yourself out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Easier said than done? That’s because we don’t try enough, friends. I’ve learn that this life is not so bad after all. It’s not like a huge carnival, true. But it’s not like a dark empty abyss either. Whether you like it or not, we have to live this life. For the short time you live, do yourself a favor by enjoying your life to the fullest. Life can be defined as an echo too. If you give out love, life gives you back love. The same goes with everything as well. If you really love to do something, just do it. There was a time I was so obsessed with guitar music and I loved listening to those who play them. Then again.. it’s something I really love.. and I started learning it. It’s much more fun that way. I used to stare at how my mom used to knit beautiful things and how they come out like magic. For some time, I used to watch her creativity and then, I wanted to learn it. Now, I can knit as good as my mom. You never know whether you can do it or not, without actually trying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My friends… Life is short. Do the things you love to do. Start learning the things you always wanted to do. Maybe they are crazy things or desires like learning bungee jumping or sky diving. YET they’re the things you love to do. So.. give it a try. Life is far more interesting if you do them your way, rather than sitting and watching other people doing the things they love to do. Cheers..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3383118122224573713?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3383118122224573713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3383118122224573713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3383118122224573713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3383118122224573713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-enjoy-life-to-fullest.html' title='JUST...  ENJOY THE LIFE TO THE FULLEST..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SoaJlceQcjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_Nzq4lg1WBs/s72-c/bigstockphoto_Three_Girl_Friends_Celebrating_212140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-6735206708560154287</id><published>2009-07-26T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:35:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO THE ICE AGE..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SmxpcCL-ZjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CC02D0yjM3o/s1600-h/Ice_Age_Dawn_of_the_Dinosaures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SmxpcCL-ZjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CC02D0yjM3o/s320/Ice_Age_Dawn_of_the_Dinosaures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362777186635769394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ice Age 3 : The Dawn of the Dinosaurs is at Liberty Cinema these days. I hope you guys have watched the first two movies already. Weren’t those the funniest animation movies ever made? :D Madagascar 2 was great and incredibly funny. But none can beat the new Ice Age movie! It’s a classic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This Friday, I got the chance to watch the movie in the theatre, after work. It was a great Friday night. A great way to end the working week! J Girl and her family were planning for the movie, and I too was welcome. We grabbed some bites from Goodies and headed for the movie. There was a huge crowd since it was the Friday night. We booked the tickets in advance to make sure that we’ll have seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well.. From the moment it starts, till the very end, I’m sure you won’t be able to stop laughing!! It’s THAT hilarious! That was one superb movie. The best one out of the Ice Age trilogy! Manny the mammoth and Ellie are expecting a baby. Diego the Saber tooth wants to break away from the herd and find new adventures. Crash and Eddie always stick by their ‘sister’ Ellie. Sid just hangs around with them, until he finds 3 dino eggs and decides to be a single parent, a ‘mom’ in particular. The newest addition to the herd is Buck the one eyed weasel. He pops out of nowhere and saves the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We grabbed our dinner from Dine-more and all the way to home.. we couldn’t stop talking about the movie. It was actually not ‘talking’. We were laughing all the way home, talking about the funniest parts of the movie. That’s ONE GOOD MOVIE you should never ever miss. Trust me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-6735206708560154287?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/6735206708560154287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=6735206708560154287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6735206708560154287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6735206708560154287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-ice-age.html' title='WELCOME TO THE ICE AGE..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SmxpcCL-ZjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CC02D0yjM3o/s72-c/Ice_Age_Dawn_of_the_Dinosaures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-100674401550534107</id><published>2009-07-12T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:29:35.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PURPLE AND WHITE FLOWERS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SloPXVePxSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5Wup_5G9PG8/s1600-h/06062009118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SloPXVePxSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5Wup_5G9PG8/s320/06062009118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357611600286041378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This might be a little bit older to share, I guess. But last night, I couldn’t help remembering about my birthday. It was a flowery one. I got 4 bouquets of flowers.. all pretty and lovely. My friends have decorated my cubicle so nicely.. and I practically lived that day in my cubicle, surrounded by loads of red and white floating balloons, with red and white ribbons hanging as their tails.  I got so many gifts… cards and surprises. My best friend showed up with her partner in crime (wink wink, Konga) with a biiig ship… and a green gram bunny toy. It was a big medal ship andI lvvvvvd it! Then again, my best guy friend showed up in the evening as well and confused me in BIG time.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now.. This is about the flowers I got. One was from my very good friend Vani.. Second : From my good and great buddies of vClub. Third : A bunch of lovely red roses from my darling VB. All three… lovely as the word implies! But this is about the 4th bouquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Early in the morning, when I was walking to the office, a guy was waiting for me till I pass him.. and he was holding these lovely flowers in his hand. I looked at the flowers… and when I was passing him, he said “Hey… These are for you..” I was like.. let’s say.. dumbstuck.. yeah.. that’s the word.. I was like.. “Who are you?? How?? What??” Then he waited a moment for me to calm down. Then he started speaking. “These are from your best guy friend.”.. My blog buddies, you all know that my best friend passed away almost one and a half year ago, right? I was just staring at him. “Before he was taken to the hospital.. two days before he passed away.. he has told his brother that he so much wanted to send some flowers for you on your 28th birthday. He wanted them to be purple and white. Here they are.. This is his brother, making his wish come true.. and I’m his brother’s friend”..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I could remember was.. my eyes filling with tears. The next moment, I was hugging the flowers and holding them so tight… so that they would not fall out from my hands. But I was happy… Happy as I could be. This is how much my dear best friend.. my brother cared about me. How fortunate I was, to have a best friend like him in my life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At the end of the day.. this little thing came to my head.. and I was thinking how true it is.. People who really care about you, will always care about you.. even if they die.. People who are no more in this world are trying to make you happy… and it’s the LIVING people in the world are the ones who try to play with your life.. screw it and make you feel miserable. Bad people are always bad. Good people are always good.. and that ‘goodness’ remains even after they die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-100674401550534107?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/100674401550534107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=100674401550534107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/100674401550534107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/100674401550534107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/07/purple-and-white-flowers.html' title='PURPLE AND WHITE FLOWERS...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SloPXVePxSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5Wup_5G9PG8/s72-c/06062009118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7435055877738981318</id><published>2009-07-12T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:25:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS.. PIZZA AND A MISSED WEDDING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SloOR_fVcBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gP-SJ1TGrHY/s1600-h/transformers-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SloOR_fVcBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gP-SJ1TGrHY/s320/transformers-2-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357610408974053394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just like I was telling you last week, I managed to get 2 out of 3 things done I was planning for this week. One: I was able to watch Transformers 2 ion widescreen. Two: I was able to go for the pizza &amp;amp; doughnut offer in the Galle Face Hotel. Three: Sadly.. I mean really sadly, I couldn’t make it to my best friend’s sister’s wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let me tell you about the movie first. It was AWESOME… and you should.. I mean you really SHOULD watch it on widescreen. It was far better than the first movie. Trust me.. you’ll love it. Deceptacons are far more powerful this time, and they are so gigantic. (Deviating from the topic: A sneek peek on what that name means – Deceptacons: They're people we think good of, but in reality, they are two-faced, lying backstabbers). As usual, everything ends in a good way. Autobots rolled on the screen, doing they’re magic on Deceptacons and defeating them. Optimus Prime will always be your favourite, but this time.. you’ll love Bumble Bee more, too. There’s an ‘old’ Deceptacon too, which happens to be odd.. and he carries a walking stick with him. Watch out for him when you watch the movie, OK? Bottom line : Don’t miss the movie.. That’s mandatory. And this is NOT optional.. Watch it on widescreen. I’m not kidding. The day I watched it, we were only able to get the front seats.. and the next two shows were all booked..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good food for good prices: I wonder why all the good hotels and fancy restaurants doing this these days. But there are a huge number of FOOD offers happening these days. Just pay a visit to www.promotions.lk and see it I’m wrong, guys! Buy all are very good offers. You get to eat good stuff from good places for good prices. The offer at Galle Face Hotel was also one such. You get fairly a large pizza.. a doughnut and two ice coffees for the price of Rs. 490/=. It’s really reasonable and the pizza was so good. Just try some of these offers and see, guys. What I’m telling is.. not to eat junk food… or spend good money on these offers. But most of these offers are worth for the cost you spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Three: I missed the wedding. Having regrets about it, still. I know my best friend understands. In fact, she DID. But I feel upset and guilty. Hmmm… There’s no way I can make it up to her now. Should call her when the rush is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So.. here I am.. It’s again a Sunday. Mom was a lil bit sick. I was too. I watched the movie ’17 Again’ today. Good one. The new week starts from tomorrow. So… happy week ahead, folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7435055877738981318?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7435055877738981318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7435055877738981318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7435055877738981318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7435055877738981318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-pizza-and-missed-wedding.html' title='TRANSFORMERS.. PIZZA AND A MISSED WEDDING...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SloOR_fVcBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gP-SJ1TGrHY/s72-c/transformers-2-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-4254820339944479281</id><published>2009-07-05T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:20:53.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S JUST A THOUGHT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB-cTs90cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_y-QWUtDQ6Y/s1600-h/27072008039124300121718sj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB-cTs90cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_y-QWUtDQ6Y/s320/27072008039124300121718sj3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354918981733831106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In all of our lives, there are seasons for everything. When we were small, we go to school. Everybody goes to school. The exception at that time is, not going to school. People ask you ‘Why are you not going to school?’ When teenagers fall in love in very early ages, in that time, it’s a big deal for all o us. It’s a big conventional NO at that time. Then there’s the time we focus on major exams in school times. Dropping out from school at that time is the exception, coz majority continue studies. Time goes by, and there comes a time everyone is OK to have relationships. It’s the right age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then there are university times. The right age to study. At that time, getting married early is the exception. We talk about how early those two got married. Then you finish the higher studies and start working. At that time, the exception is not having a job. People talk as in.. ‘Hey.. What a pity, that dude still doesn’t have a job’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then come the right time to get married. Everybody around you is getting married. The singles club who used to have fun in the weekends? Well.. The number is getting reduced. There come commitments and responsibilities for the married. At that time, the exception is still being single… People ask you ‘Why are you still single?’.. You have quite a number of weddings per month, blinking the bulb upon your head to indicate that it’s the right time for you to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then there comes the kids. You hear the good news all over! You hear the newly married getting preggy. It’s the right time to have kids and grow up a family. The exception here is being married and not having kids. People ask you ‘You’re already married and you’re still not thinking about having kids?’. This is how life goes. The circle of life goes on, and you’re just a part of it.. Somewhere in one of these stages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All these are happening around you. People meet.. They fall in love.. They get married… They have children.. The world moves forward. Yet some of us are struggling to survive.. Struggling to collect the broken pieces our lives, trying to mend our broken hearts…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s just a thought….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-4254820339944479281?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/4254820339944479281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=4254820339944479281' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4254820339944479281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4254820339944479281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-just-thought.html' title='IT&apos;S JUST A THOUGHT...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB-cTs90cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_y-QWUtDQ6Y/s72-c/27072008039124300121718sj3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1456788762327476921</id><published>2009-07-05T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:17:52.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BARN BUDDY.. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB9tOvdwdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/F7mEzlujZ1k/s1600-h/28jy2o7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB9tOvdwdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/F7mEzlujZ1k/s200/28jy2o7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354918172948283858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Starting phrase: I hereby declare and admit that I’m a Facebook addict in big time!! For some, FB is just a gossip network where you can poke your nose into other peoples profiles and find out what they’re up to.. if they’re single or not… married or whatever and where on earth they are. Through FB, I located so many long lost friends, and now.. I keep in touch with them regularly. You see their photos, you message them, put comments on their photos and activites.. It’s just like you’re always talking with them.. and it feels so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, this post is not about praising the FB, ok? Switching topics: Barn Buddy – the coolest and the most jolly-good game in FB! Parental Advisory: You’ll get addicted to it if you start playing it. So, it’s your call, to take the risk! I always loved growing vegetables, not flowers. Now.. this maybe one reason I love the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you access Barn Buddy, they give you a farm. All you have to do is, to look after it. There are levels in the game. In level 0, you get 6 spaces in the farm to grow veggies. Initially, they’ll give you some already planted crops. You can harvest them, put them in the Store House and sell them. Then you earn coins. You can buy new seeds from your coins. You can buy fertilizers too. You plant the seeds, fertilize them and let them grow. That’s not all. You have to look after your farm. When weeds grow, you have to use the weed spray and do weeding. When bugs come, you have to use the bug spray and kill the bugs then. When plants become dry, you have to water them. You can water, do weeding and remove bugs from your friends’ farms too. You can earn coins and experience points by doing so. Your levels will go up, according to how you earn your experience points. When you plant the seeds, water them, remove bugs, do weeding, harvest the crops and remove dead plants, you’ll earn experience point. You can expand the farm when you earn enough coins and pass certain levels in the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The seeds will be unlocked one by one, as you level up in the game. There is a particular time for the seeds to grow. From vegetable to vegetable, this time is different. Some crops, you can harvest only one time. After that, the plant dies. Some plants, you can get the harvest multiple times. Now… Here comes the fun part! You can STEAL vegetables from your friends! But you can steal the harvest from one plant, one time only. They can come and steal from yours too. How do you stop it? By getting a dog to guard your farm, of coz!  How? Recruit 10 friends to play Barn Buddy by sending them invitations or you can actually ‘pay’ by credit cards and buy the dog. The dog will not let your friends to steal from you, plant weeds on your farm or add bugs to your plant.. AS LONG AS you feed him well. There’s a bowl of food for the doggie, and you have to fill it by spending 240 coins. If the doggie goes hungry, he’ll let your friends steal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well.. It’s just a game, but it’s so much fun to play it! You can message your friend through Barn Buddy as well. Sounds so childish? Oh yes, I admit! But it’s so much fun! Just don’t blame me if you get addicted to it after reading this post, ok?? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-1456788762327476921?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1456788762327476921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1456788762327476921' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1456788762327476921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1456788762327476921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/07/barn-buddy-d.html' title='BARN BUDDY.. :D'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB9tOvdwdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/F7mEzlujZ1k/s72-c/28jy2o7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3455585387690322225</id><published>2009-07-05T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:15:34.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LONG WEEKEND....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB9Metz_NI/AAAAAAAAAUs/3BSwkNyKOMY/s1600-h/ist2_1329462-shopping-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB9Metz_NI/AAAAAAAAAUs/3BSwkNyKOMY/s320/ist2_1329462-shopping-girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354917610300636370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The long weekend is finally here! Wow..!! It means good food.. friends and relaxation, is it? Duh! Not for me, unluckily. I’ve been having…. Say… like 12 weddings and Home Comings from the end of May till today. It’s still gonna continue since my best friend’s sister’s wedding is also in the next weekend. Every week, I had a wedding or a two. My salaries disappear like magic! The Girl on the Move has got poor in big time, guys. Yesterday night also I had a Home Coming. A nice romantic, fun filled one, though. Really enjoyed being in it. Btw, how do you spend the weekend, guys? I want to know how yours is different from mine. Just to know whether I’m having an abnormal routine or not..! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friday evening, I went to MC with J Girl to get some bling blings for her and to get my mini-Ferrari after the fix. The work was OK on Friday, so I managed to get out around 5 o’clock. Well.. The mini-Ferrari is really my Camera. It started giving me Goosebumps when it started throwing some sort of a Lens Error and hesitated to ‘zoom’. I love the camera so much, and this one place was the only place I could find to fix it. It was not really on Friday anyway, so I had to go empty handed. I love window shopping, but this time, J Girl &amp;amp; me.. we bought some stuff. For you to know: there’s a nice bling bling shop in MC, just under those two new palm trees. Worth for the money you spend, girls. I got a bag (like one those 2 graders use) and J Girl got her bling blings as well. We grabbed some Submarines from the KFC for dinner and headed to our homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Saturday – The Home Coming day. J Girl and I are going for it. Breakfast of Egg hoppers from home. Left home around 10 in the morning. Went to the camera repair shop to get my mini-Ferrari. Why I call it that? Gosh! It took me a fortune to get it fixed. I’ll just say that the cost is a 5 figure number. Jeez! My SALARYYY!! :-S It’s like you’re using a Ferrari and when you have to replace a part, for that money, you can buy another car. Same thing here. (Lesson learned: Never buy luxury items, if you can’t manage the maintenance cost). The time was almost 1 o’clock. Got in to a tuk tuk, got down from Nugegoda junction to grab Gonuts doughnuts for J Girl. (She drove me crazy mentioning the smooth and soothing taste of them, so I so much wanted to have a few on my tummy!) Got a 6-pack one from there and reached J Girl’s home. Superb lunch at her place. Relax time. Nice tea with those tempting doughnuts and by 7.30, we were ready to go to the HC.  Had a great time there… and boy! It was a really romantic one with nice decorations and great food. J Girl dropped me and went home around 11.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunday – Breakfast with sandwiches, cutlets and butter cakes at home. Some visitors showed up next. Lunch with friends. Watched the movie ‘Watchmen’ in the evening. Then there was Facebook, playing Barn Buddy in FB, checking mails and reading the weekend newspapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Monday – Nothing planned so far. It’s gonna be a lovely day at home, with helping around the house… good food.. chat with my sis and another one or two movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Next weekend – Saturday.. spend the day with my long lost buddies. Want  to watch ‘Transformers 2’ on widescreen. (The trailer was superb and it’s a sin if you watch it on DVD, rather than watching it on widescreen, trust me!). Some junk food lunch.. and for the tea time, we want to try that Doughnuts+ Pizza mega offer in Galle Face Hotel. Ice Age 3 is in theatres. Wish we’ll have time to watch 2 movies on the same day. Then again.. Sunday : my best friend’s sister’s wedding…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Two packed weekends.. and life goes on. No studies for me at this time, cz I’m trying to survive these days. Come to think of it, the things I have in mind for the weekend maybe absolutely a waste of time for some. For me.. for the time being.. I survive.. and I love there are things to keep me happy and occupied. For the short while you live, do the things you love to do. You may never get a second chance again. Don’t just be in this world for the sake of it. Do what you love to do.. So.. when you get older, you’ll never have to regret thinking that you missed so many things in your life.. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3455585387690322225?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3455585387690322225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3455585387690322225' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3455585387690322225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3455585387690322225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-weekend.html' title='THE LONG WEEKEND....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB9Metz_NI/AAAAAAAAAUs/3BSwkNyKOMY/s72-c/ist2_1329462-shopping-girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8802727414178109470</id><published>2009-07-05T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:06:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 THINGS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB7HRKjMpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lDDwexQ473s/s1600-h/2wbu6bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB7HRKjMpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lDDwexQ473s/s320/2wbu6bk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354915321740472978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3 weeks back, there was a Wedding on one fine Sunday. I was one of the invitees. I met a heartbroken girl and a confused guy in the wedding, both being my friends. When we were talking, we came to the most common topic on earth… Relationships… ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We talked about many things. Let me tell you the 3 basic things I told them about how I felt about the whole relationships thing. Maybe these things will not be true to you.. or maybe they are. It’s up to each and every one of us to remain at our decisions and look at things in different ways. It always depends. But this is how I think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One – When they want someone to spend the time with, they approach you anyway and gain your trust, so that they always know that you’ll be always there for them. They talk with you, go out with you, text you almost every 2 or 3 hours, give you late night calls and talk sweet with you. But there’s one keyword… ‘We’re just good friends’…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Two – At one point when you realized something is wrong. They have problems with introducing who you are to the people around them. (It’s called ‘Hesitation, btw). When they’re so mushy gushy with you, they tend to look for ‘other options’, while still holding on to you.  The bell rings.. you fall down from the sky and then you tend to go to them and ask ‘Hey, What’s our relationship??’.. and they’ll tell you. ‘We’re just good friends’. Then you ask, ‘If that’s the case, whey did you do these and these?’. Then they tell you.. ‘I never told you that I love you or anything. Never in my wildest dreams had I wanted to marry you or anything closer to that. I told you from the beginning.. We’re just friends.. Nothing more.’ There’s the keyword again… ‘Friends’.. At the end, you get a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Three – You have the broken heart and things are sour now. Fine! Then again they call you and get back to you when they want, cz they always know that you’re always there for them, no matter how badly they’ve broken your heart. Your mistake: You know they’re just using you again, but you tend to go back for their aid, cz you still love them a lot… The story continues.. You’re in vain.. And when they find their ‘better option’ they’re just good and gone, like nothing happened. (It’s called ‘Selfishness’, btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The above three things are not gender basis. Guys.. girls.. they both do this.. The two friends who were with me; the guy and the girl, they totally agreed with me on this one. I don’t know what your point of view is. But for me, this is something I have seen.. still seeing and still happening in the world around me. Pity how some people use other people to fulfill their own selfish needs. Hmmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8802727414178109470?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8802727414178109470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8802727414178109470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8802727414178109470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8802727414178109470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-things.html' title='3 THINGS....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SlB7HRKjMpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lDDwexQ473s/s72-c/2wbu6bk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-9094207900246852242</id><published>2009-06-13T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:28:46.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vClub : TOGETHER WE MADE IT..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SjP9oRfhLcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Vrg2TwUcgcQ/s1600-h/IMG_4714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SjP9oRfhLcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Vrg2TwUcgcQ/s320/IMG_4714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346896050951105986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was the time the war was ending. Hundreds and thousands of displaced civilians were coming out from where the LTTE kept them as hostages. We all used to watch the news those days and used to feel sorry for the poor people. Well… Is that all we can do? Just watching the news and feeling sorry for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One fine day in May, while the vClub friends were having the usual lunch at the office, we discussed what our event for May should be. Ideas came up. One fine idea was a Dansela since it was the month of Wesak. Finally.. this brilliant idea came out from the brilliant minds of Anusha and Kalpa.. Then we decided that we should do something for the displaced people by war. First, it was a collection of cash among our club members. Then we thought that if we get more help from out friends, we could do something really impressive and useful. That’s when the ‘Arunalu’ program came to limelight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Our friends helped us by providing cash. goods and clothing items. Gosh! We ended up having a total sum of Rs. 35,000/= in cash. The beauty of it was the teamwork. We all got involved and contributed as much as possible, making it the BEST vClub event so far. Anusha played a huge part throughout our campaign. I should mention that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We bought so many essentials for them. The list consisted of toothpaste packets, Toothbrushes, Noodles packets, Slippers, mats, plastic cups, plastic plates, plastic jugs, glucose, biscuit packets, soap, mosquito coils, clothing items and milk powder. Everything was neatly packed and labeled. When the hard part was over, we contacted the creators of Swarnawahini’s ‘Janasarana’ program and handed over our contribution to them. It was a huge success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s a very happy feeling we got in the end.. after the whole thing was over. We all felt really good.. satisfied and proud about ourselves cz of the good deed we involved in. See the wonders you can do when you get united as a team??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;vClub… Together we made it..!! Three cheers my friends…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-9094207900246852242?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/9094207900246852242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=9094207900246852242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/9094207900246852242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/9094207900246852242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/06/vclub-together-we-made-it.html' title='vClub : TOGETHER WE MADE IT..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SjP9oRfhLcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Vrg2TwUcgcQ/s72-c/IMG_4714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-782984694649878392</id><published>2009-06-13T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:23:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vClub : THE WONDER OF TEAMWORK...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SjP8olidaNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ShJd6YV6AkE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SjP8olidaNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ShJd6YV6AkE/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346894956820523218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Thank You card... beautifully created by Anusha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-782984694649878392?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/782984694649878392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=782984694649878392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/782984694649878392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/782984694649878392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/06/vclub-wonder-of-teamwork.html' title='vClub : THE WONDER OF TEAMWORK...!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SjP8olidaNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ShJd6YV6AkE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1953824282589699263</id><published>2009-05-29T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:56:22.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHERS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SiAvsZIPY8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/oo--9KFF2eI/s1600-h/mom-and-daughter-shopping-thumb5568291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SiAvsZIPY8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/oo--9KFF2eI/s320/mom-and-daughter-shopping-thumb5568291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341321597767607234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s June again, the wedding month. Being invited to 7 weddings and Home Comings, I was sort of lost on how to attend all of them and what to wear. I’m running out of sareers to wear. Now.. It’s a big problem. You can’t wear a saree you wore once or twice to all the weddings in the queue. Why? People will notice…! Hehe.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m not so much of a saree fan, but this time, I had to do something. So… as a starter, I went to the Main Street in Pettah this week with a friend of mine and bought a good looking saree. It was a bit expensive one, to be honest. When I came home and showed it to my mom, she was happy about how it looked… but NOT about the price. She was complaining how much I spend on weddings..!! It’s true in a way, but I snapped saying that I can’t wear the same 2-3 sarees to all the weddings. I went to bed in a grumpy mood, telling her that it’s my money and not to complain about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to work and came back as usual. My parents came to pick me up. My mom.. She took me to a shop, and bought me a very nice looking saree… telling me it’s for me and to take it as an early birthday gift. I was caught by surprise, so… I couldn’t tell anything. Yesterday she was complaining and now.. she’s buying me a saree.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well.. That’s how moms are…. In the end, they always want to give us what we like.. They want to see us happy. It’s a small incident. But it left me with something to think about… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1953824282589699263?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1953824282589699263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1953824282589699263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1953824282589699263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1953824282589699263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers.html' title='MOTHERS....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SiAvsZIPY8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/oo--9KFF2eI/s72-c/mom-and-daughter-shopping-thumb5568291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-6005552489450595205</id><published>2009-05-19T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:39:46.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/ShOlj7iST8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/uryzLCCc52A/s1600-h/ATT00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/ShOlj7iST8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/uryzLCCc52A/s320/ATT00117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337792020059672514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday morning I waked up in a free country. It’s finally over. The terror is finally over.. The blood shredding is finally over… The fear is finally over. Since the day we were born, all we could see was the war… bombings… killings… people dying… When you lived with something like that all your life… now, I wonder how it will be like to live without them all. We were so much used to those brutal things and when it’s all over, I can’t imagine how wonderful and how the rest of our lives will be. It feels like a completely new beginning.. like an reincarnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One day, when our children will be born, they will bloom in a free country. We can tell them how brutal the war was and how lucky they are, not to witness it. Can you believe… it’s all over…?? The cruel terrorist leader is in hell with his followers? Everybody is happy.. All you can see is smiling faces.. cheerful streets… the Lion Flag flying high in the sky.. proudly. It’s just like the sun coming up after a never ending storm.. No.. It’s more than that…. Where are the WORDS?? Jeez! I can’t find the words to express the feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know… It’s like a really really big happy ending, I just can’t believe it’s over! Today.. every Sri Lankan is celebrating. (Well.. Not most of the South Indian political leaders, though. I saw some crappy videos of them being sad about the big fat pig’s death. But who cares about them, right? It’s our country and OUR enemy who was defeated and why the HELL do they worry??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let’s celebrate, folks! Three cheers to our war heroes! Three cheers to a great leadership! Hats off to the heroes who sacrificed their lives to bring us peace! Three cheers to the proud lions! Long live Sri Lanka..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-6005552489450595205?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/6005552489450595205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=6005552489450595205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6005552489450595205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6005552489450595205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/05/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM.....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/ShOlj7iST8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/uryzLCCc52A/s72-c/ATT00117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5865177840123319069</id><published>2009-05-14T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:11:25.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BITCHOLOGY... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SgxCikUXv2I/AAAAAAAAATk/CLREldes2T8/s1600-h/BitchologyBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SgxCikUXv2I/AAAAAAAAATk/CLREldes2T8/s400/BitchologyBW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335712820159299426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Has anybody ever called you a bitch?? Well… for me, dogs are the sweetest things in the world and the bitch is not another bad word. But for the rest of the world… well… it’s considered as a bad word. For ANY reason, I would never call anybody a bitch. If somebody does that, he/ she would be the most disgusting person I would ever know in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well… Here’s something I found the other day when I was searching for some good morning images. Read on, girls.. Now.. IF somebody calls you a bitch.. you can send this to them right away..!! This is classic..!! Just loved it..!! Couldn’t help sharing this with you all..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5865177840123319069?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5865177840123319069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5865177840123319069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5865177840123319069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5865177840123319069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitchology-d.html' title='BITCHOLOGY... :D'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SgxCikUXv2I/AAAAAAAAATk/CLREldes2T8/s72-c/BitchologyBW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7137500569914802692</id><published>2009-05-10T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:02:15.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S WESAK, AGAIN...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SgaX0pKgsmI/AAAAAAAAATc/Fnl5NAyWSrM/s1600-h/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SgaX0pKgsmI/AAAAAAAAATc/Fnl5NAyWSrM/s400/IMG_0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334117739325862498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s my favourite time of the year again.. WESAK..! This time, I had loads of fun, making wesak lanterns and enjoying dansels. The best part was, I got to get in to the street with my brother and his friends and watch the people enjoying the day. It was so much fun! There were two dansels in our road. It was so much fun to watch them. Well.. here’s a glimpse of our wesak at home..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7137500569914802692?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7137500569914802692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7137500569914802692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7137500569914802692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7137500569914802692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-wesak-again.html' title='IT&apos;S WESAK, AGAIN...!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SgaX0pKgsmI/AAAAAAAAATc/Fnl5NAyWSrM/s72-c/IMG_0260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1958953522683832330</id><published>2009-05-10T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:55:47.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW BAD PEOPLE CAN BE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SgaWgOX6U3I/AAAAAAAAATU/k78wxDEBaGg/s1600-h/02042009042279500123869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SgaWgOX6U3I/AAAAAAAAATU/k78wxDEBaGg/s320/02042009042279500123869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334116289025299314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s been a while since I last wrote a post on my blog. Things are getting better around me… The clouds upon my head are slowly drifting away. In the past few weeks, I saw, heard and learned so many things from the incidents which took part around my life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I saw how bad people can treat you when things don’t happen their way.. I’ve seen how bad people can lie to prove how correct they are.. I’ve seen how those who claim who love you the most can ruin and accuse you the most brutal way to get their hands cleaned… I’ve seen selfishness in many ways… Sometimes it’s a pity to watch them trying really hard to ruin your life… They just get nothing in the end. By shouting to the world showing who they really are, they just expose their ruined inner selves and utter brutality to the whole world… That’s how bad people are…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;People are not so bad. But when they face certain situations, they unknowingly expose the evil side of them. You have to face such a situation to understand how bad and evil people can be.. You should not let somebody to take you for granted, because your life is far more worth than anything in this world. People can’t just use you as and when they want it and throw you away, making lame excuses, when they want to throw you away. So… watch out for that kind of people…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You only have to do one thing with such people… You just have to sit in a corner and watch them… Watch the bad people doing the wolf dances and acting the goats. They’re bad people.. So you better not try to go and jump into their situation and blend with them.. So…. When bad people try to hurt you, just watch them.. and one day, they’ll stop running. By then, it’ll be too late. The whole world will know who the villains are.. Trust me..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1958953522683832330?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1958953522683832330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1958953522683832330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1958953522683832330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1958953522683832330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-bad-people-can-be.html' title='HOW BAD PEOPLE CAN BE....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SgaWgOX6U3I/AAAAAAAAATU/k78wxDEBaGg/s72-c/02042009042279500123869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7762573301494693546</id><published>2009-04-18T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T03:06:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY RELATIONSHIPS SHOULD BE NAMED...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Seml6QA4TpI/AAAAAAAAATM/S2Q_FRKxikI/s1600-h/04022009014421200123377jf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Seml6QA4TpI/AAAAAAAAATM/S2Q_FRKxikI/s320/04022009014421200123377jf8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325970454491975314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s a Saturday. The girl on the move was wondering around a lot yesterday. The cloud?? Ya.. It was over her head all the time. Let’s see.. The cloud was not raining. It was not bright either. It kept on changing colour time by time. I think the cloud is confused now. Anyway… I slept for 15 hours since I was tired a lot yesterday in every way. Hmm.. Every way means 2 ways, actually. Mentally and physically. However, I wanted to write about something I was thinking about yesterday.. and yet again.. it’s about relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There was a time I believed that every relationship should not have a certain ‘name’ for it. Well.. Some of you may not agree with me on this one. There can be relationships you can never name. They can exist…. But now I understand that those relationships lead only to complications. (There.. I said it straight away!) I was thinking about certain people and certain situations where these unnamed relationships existed. Come to think of it, now I see that they’ve only lead to more complications…. more problems and more hurt. We realize these things, but for some reason, we don’t want to get out of the situation. By the time you realize it, you’re too late. All the harm has been done. Hmmm… How true… So… here are a few ‘named’ relationships. Hope you’ll agree with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;•    The guy/ girl you love – Your boyfriend/ girlfriend or the love of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;•    The guy/ girl you broke up with – Ex- girlfriend/ Ex- boyfriend.. The relationship should not be named as my girl or my guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;•    The guy/ girl you’re intending to get married to – Your fiancé/ fiancée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;•    If you’re a girl, the girl you love and trust more than your other girlfriends – Your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;•    If you’re a guy, the guy you love and trust more than your other guy friends – Your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;•    The woman/ man you’re married to – Your husband / wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;•    The woman/ man who got divorced from you – Your Ex-wife/ Ex – husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;•    You’re married to someone and yet you have this endless passion for another man/ woman – You call them your other woman/ man. It’s bad and bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok… now.. I want to focus on two things here. The guy/ girl you broke up with and the situation where a married person having passion for someone else. When you broke up with somebody, no matter what you tell yourself to comfort yourself, seeing him/ her eventually hurts you. When it was the other one who wanted to break away from you, still you can’t stop the love you have for him/ her. It’s all true. But once the mirror is broken, you can’t fix it the way it was before. People don’t realize this truth and well.. they tend to drown in the same pain, knowing it will never end and hmmm… for some reason, they tend to live in that hell… It’s a never ending circle. I’ve done that too… but later on when I realized things, I was also hurt too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now… for the married person having passion for someone else thingy… People may have reasons to do that… But when you’re married to someone, you have commitments and responsibilities. People may justify it in many ways. But me.. hmmm… I think it’s something you should never do. Whatever the reasons are… at the end of the line… it’ll be labeled as ‘cheating’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Two more things.. One.. What do you call a guy who claims to be in love with a girl.. and sees other women behind her back? Two… What do you call a girl who claims to be in love with a guy.. and sees other men behind his back? Well… I have some suggestions… Now.. I would like to hear your ideas about this whole why-relationships-should-be-named thingy… The girl on the move is waiting to hear the ideas in your heads too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7762573301494693546?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7762573301494693546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7762573301494693546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7762573301494693546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7762573301494693546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-relationships-should-be-named.html' title='WHY RELATIONSHIPS SHOULD BE NAMED...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Seml6QA4TpI/AAAAAAAAATM/S2Q_FRKxikI/s72-c/04022009014421200123377jf8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5897963411839046626</id><published>2009-04-14T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:11:15.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BELL PEPPERS... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SeRE9Y-TORI/AAAAAAAAATE/5QYJbNel9K8/s1600-h/IMG_4517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SeRE9Y-TORI/AAAAAAAAATE/5QYJbNel9K8/s320/IMG_4517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324456480925235474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;See this one? My mom brought them home cz my sister needed to prepare a special rice for the New Year lunch. She wanted to add Bell Pepper and Cabbage flowers to ‘spice up’ the rice. This morning, I found the Bell Peppers lying on the kitchen table and the sight of the Bell Peppers in three colours fascinated me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don’t they look sweet? So… Before my sis drained the life out them and made them out lunch, I took this one! Now I think I should’ve taken a better shot.. Sigh… Too late now, guys, the pretty bell peppers are already dancing in the cooking rice…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-5897963411839046626?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5897963411839046626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5897963411839046626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5897963411839046626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5897963411839046626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/04/bell-peppers-d.html' title='BELL PEPPERS... :D'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SeRE9Y-TORI/AAAAAAAAATE/5QYJbNel9K8/s72-c/IMG_4517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8376910301345702978</id><published>2009-04-14T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:08:40.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYBODY..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SeREKblgj-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3K8RixlXi9E/s1600-h/IMG_4499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SeREKblgj-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3K8RixlXi9E/s200/IMG_4499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324455605453230050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me wish you all of you out there a happy new year first! Ahem.. WISHING ALL OF YOU A HAPPY, PEACEFUL AND A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR from all my heart! Hope it’s been a really good one for all of you! It should be, since the war is almost ending and there are not many troubles around to be worried about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well… As for me, still the cloud is there, and my new year was an average one. But as in every new year, for all of us at home, it was a good one. We have the new year spirit all over the house. Most people don’t make Awurudu food at home, one – it’s time consuming, and two – they don’t know. The good thing is.. we at home.. we know how to. So.. for every new year, we make various kinds of tasty sweets. Let me list down… There were konda kewum.. athirasa… mung kewum.. weli thalapa.. undu wel.. kokis..  butter cake.. chocolate swiss rolls… bananas.. kiribath and murukku. That makes 11. This is the part I love the most about celebrating the New Year at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everybody should know something to pass to the next generation… traditions in particular. Traditional food counts too.. So here we are, my parents passing the traditions to us! So… the picture here is… home made undu wel..!! Waters your mouth, I’m sure.. They sure were a lot tastier than they seem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8376910301345702978?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8376910301345702978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8376910301345702978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8376910301345702978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8376910301345702978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-new-year-everybody.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYBODY..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SeREKblgj-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3K8RixlXi9E/s72-c/IMG_4499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5797509646136188918</id><published>2009-04-13T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:50:43.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOUD OVER MY HEAD....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SePr4TQohHI/AAAAAAAAASs/Vx1QufxlxjI/s1600-h/Blago+cloud+over+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SePr4TQohHI/AAAAAAAAASs/Vx1QufxlxjI/s320/Blago+cloud+over+head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324358536957297778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s supposed to be the day before the New Year. Well.. in fact, it IS the day before the New Year. I waked up with this cloud upon my head again. For the past few weeks, it was walking with me… right over my head, just like a halo. Sometimes the cloud makes rain, but at all other times, it’s dark. I guess we all have times like this. Sometimes strange thoughts cross your mind.. Well… for me, strange thoughts always cross my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In fact, this morning, when I was sitting and thinking, I wish there was a self- activated pen which can write my thoughts on a paper, reading my thoughts. Just like Rita Skeeter’s magical pen from the Harry Potter movie. How easy would it be! So that I don’t have to tell everybody how I feel about them as and when I want. Everybody around the house is busy.. Nah.. I’m not that enthusiastic this time.  But I help around the house, help to prepare food and help them to cook. That New Year spirit is not there for me. Last time, I had a superb one. I even put some pics on FB. This time, I find myself wondering and eating some kinda exotic cheese out of tins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanted to call up my two best friends. She : She must be busy now. Him : nah! That cloud starts rain again! Sometimes I talk gibberish and write gibberish. For those who read my blog, well… excuse me for this one. I’ll find something interesting to write when the cloud is gone. So.. gibberish, in the sense.. I was thinking what I was doing all morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I found some unaligned layouts in my blog. I don’t remember how it happened. So I was trying to correct it. Damn this HTML! Then I counted how many movies I have downloaded for the past couple of months. I counted more than 200. Crazy nut, I am. To fit the cloud upon my head, I wanted to watch a gloomy movie. I guess you know that I watch horror. So, I’m downloading ‘The Unborn’. My best friend said it’s absolutely horrific. So.. Wanna try that one out too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well guys, lunch is ready, I guess.. I’ll just go. I’ll come before the New Year to wish you all..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5797509646136188918?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5797509646136188918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5797509646136188918' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5797509646136188918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5797509646136188918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/04/cloud-over-my-head.html' title='CLOUD OVER MY HEAD....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SePr4TQohHI/AAAAAAAAASs/Vx1QufxlxjI/s72-c/Blago+cloud+over+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-372133068403116295</id><published>2009-04-05T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:45:24.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNCONDITIONAL.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SePqWfJq2gI/AAAAAAAAASc/EQvfqIsysgs/s1600-h/ATT00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SePqWfJq2gI/AAAAAAAAASc/EQvfqIsysgs/s320/ATT00019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356856522136066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How painful life can be? One moment, you’re the happiest person in the world… and the next moment, it all turns to dust and ashes… I think when you love someone, no matter if it’s a friend or the one you’re in love with… that love.. should always be unconditional. There are no rules in love… and if someone says love is conditional??  Do you agree with it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going through the darkest days in my life, and even for a single moment, I just can’t come out of this pain. You love someone unconditionally.. and you get that love back.. shown unconditionally… but told as conditional. Take you over the moon with so much love.. hope…. Happiness.. and the next moment, you’re down in the ground. How painful can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because the other person doesn’t love you the same way don’t mean that you can’t love them the way you want. So many memories… so much love…. and when I held that hand, we promised each other not to let go. I didn’t want to. Not even now.. cz no matter what happened. ( Well… I needed to EDIT my post, upon someone’s comments, the someone being the person relevant to this post ) No. It was unconditional. Now the air is gone… and my blood has gone cold, and I live like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says they love you so very much, no matter what happens, they’ll never leave you. That lesson, I learned well. If they really love you and want you, they’ll just ignore everything else and.. they’ll just have you. The truth is… they don’t try hard enough. What does it mean, I wonder? I’ve seen this in my life, and now only I have realized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love somebody, no matter what happens.. they can’t just go away from your life….. They just live in your heart till the day you die. Things will never be the same again, ever. ( Removed the rest )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes… in the picture. It’s me and my teddy. It’s special, I’d say.. ( Edited )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line : You can never hate somebody you loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;edited style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/edited&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-372133068403116295?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/372133068403116295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=372133068403116295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/372133068403116295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/372133068403116295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/04/unconditional.html' title='UNCONDITIONAL.....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SePqWfJq2gI/AAAAAAAAASc/EQvfqIsysgs/s72-c/ATT00019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-6959224143088771353</id><published>2009-03-29T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:29:50.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNMISTAKABLE.... BSB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Sc9MdgNbZSI/AAAAAAAAARk/l7ggAS5MKYo/s1600-h/Loves+me+yes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Sc9MdgNbZSI/AAAAAAAAARk/l7ggAS5MKYo/s320/Loves+me+yes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318553754694018338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Brian:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div   style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anytime, anywhere, anyplace&lt;br /&gt;You could be anyone today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would recognize you On a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AJ:]&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll take me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Will you be the one I had in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (emphasis on AJ):]&lt;br /&gt;There'll come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you'll walk out of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm imagining&lt;br /&gt;Baby how can I be sure&lt;br /&gt;That you're the one I'm waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Will you be unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AJ:]&lt;br /&gt;Unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nick:]&lt;br /&gt;People say we're watching our lives&lt;br /&gt;Through a glass&lt;br /&gt;Desperately waiting on a chance&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Holding on, holding out for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AJ:]&lt;br /&gt;How are we to know the time is right&lt;br /&gt;What if you're here and I'm just blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus (emphasis on Nick)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nick:]&lt;br /&gt;How can I know a song I never heard&lt;br /&gt;How will I know your voice&lt;br /&gt;When you haven't said a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AJ:]&lt;br /&gt;How do I know how this will end&lt;br /&gt;Before we begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nick:]&lt;br /&gt;Before we begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Howie:]&lt;br /&gt;There'll come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you walk out of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[All:]&lt;br /&gt;Face to face (face to face)&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm imagining (Like I'm imagining)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, how can I be sure (how can I be sure)&lt;br /&gt;That you're the one I'm waiting for (You're the one I'm waiting for)&lt;br /&gt;Will you be (will you be)&lt;br /&gt;Will you be (will you be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AJ:]&lt;br /&gt;Unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;Unmistakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-6959224143088771353?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/6959224143088771353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=6959224143088771353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6959224143088771353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6959224143088771353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/03/unmistakable-bsb.html' title='UNMISTAKABLE.... BSB'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/Sc9MdgNbZSI/AAAAAAAAARk/l7ggAS5MKYo/s72-c/Loves+me+yes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1268386272154966017</id><published>2009-03-26T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:40:39.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FELT THE WAR.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SePpXx522OI/AAAAAAAAASU/o_n-RCn66uw/s1600-h/15217904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SePpXx522OI/AAAAAAAAASU/o_n-RCn66uw/s320/15217904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355779224328418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don’t know whether I was lucky or unlucky; but I managed to live through the last 3 weeks… which was the darkest nightmare in my entire life.  I needed to get away with all my pains and look for a change. As I planned some time ago, I decided it’s the best time to go to Anuradhapura. Not a trip or anything. I seriously needed a distraction and to focus on something really good. Nadee akka is like my own family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She lives in Anuradhapura, where her beloved hubby, Prasanna ayya fights with tigers in North. He was a Captain and recently, he got promoted as a Major.. Well.. I’m not very good with their ranks, but this is what Nadee akka told me. The most horrific battles are happening these days in Mulativu. He was in the 2nd frontline. While having an officers meeting, they have been hit by a mortar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One piece of metal has pierced through his body, right under his left armpit. It has come out from his chest, barely saving the heart by one and a half inches. His left arm was broken and the joint of the arm was crushed. He was injured in a bad way. As soon as we heard the news, we immediately went to the Army Hospital in Anuradhapura to see him. I just can’t explain the situation there. First I was so upset, so that I sat for a while and waited. Then I started to walk through all the wards, looking at the injured soldiers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I saw was unimaginable. Legs… arms, cut… horrible burns…. Blinded… bleeding… blood… broken ribs… life saving machines…. Crying wives…. Crying children, hugging their fathers and brothers… Sigh… Me telling you all this, is useless.. You should… I mean really really SHOULD go and see for yourself. Then only you’ll realize how it feels like, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Friday, I left for Anuradhapura in the intercity train in the evening, with Nadee akka’s mom. The train reached there within 4 hours. For the next 3 days, we had plenty to do. The hospital allows visitors to see their patients 3 times a day. Each time lasts for 2 hours. Counting it all, we can stay in the hospital for 6 hours a day. Prasanna ayya was getting a little better. For his 3 meals, we prepare the things he loves to eat. But most of the time, most patients don’t get that attention. Most of their family members live far away, so they can’t come everyday. They don’t get the love and the care they need when it is needed the most. They cry…. But they like if there’s anyone to talk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seriously needed to do something for them. But they get all the things they need from whatever welfare societies here and there. So what I did was, talking to them as much as I can, and helping them in whatever way I can. I felt the war when I was there… People just listen to the news and they’re just happy that the war is ending… But do they really FEEL the war…?? Well.. let me tell you how I felt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nadee akka’s home is just near the 4th Signal Regiment’s army base, which is also next to the Airport base. You don’t hear busses… you don’t hear cars… You only hear helicopters… They just.. come and come.. endlessly. When the sound of the helicopters stops, then you start to hear ambulances. 10 ambulances pass you by, but only one of them is alarming the siren to make way. After a moment, the van from the hospital heads the same way to bring bodies to the hospital. This is what’s happening in Anuradhapura right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the injured soldiers in Prasanna ayya’s ward, I became a familiar face, after one or two visits. Then I went ahead and talked with most of them. Let me tell you one story. The soldier who was next to Prasanna ayya’s bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Name: Sampath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age: 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birthplace: kuliyapitiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nature of the injury: Left leg, cut below the ankle… right leg, fully burnt…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause: Landmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was injured in Puthukkudiyirippu, the LTTE war zone. He has remembered his friend carrying him and running to the helicopter. Two days later, he has waked up in the hospital to find his friend lying two beds away from him, one eye blinded. He showed his friend to me. I fed his several times. He was crying a lot cz his legs were paining. I confronted him telling him how lucky he is to live. This was one incident, friends. There are many tragic stories I can tell you now… But let me not be the one to tell it all to you. Just go there, friends. Help them. This is the moment they need you the most. At least I’m glad that I spent a few days helping them as much as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1268386272154966017?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1268386272154966017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1268386272154966017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1268386272154966017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1268386272154966017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-felt-war.html' title='I FELT THE WAR.....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SePpXx522OI/AAAAAAAAASU/o_n-RCn66uw/s72-c/15217904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-122034851829678256</id><published>2009-03-26T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:05:09.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUMB.. NULL... VOID AND EMPTY....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SctzLE16DrI/AAAAAAAAARU/nqcFfSxjEs4/s1600-h/loneliness-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SctzLE16DrI/AAAAAAAAARU/nqcFfSxjEs4/s320/loneliness-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317470419156602546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For minutes, I’m keeping my fingertips on the keyboard, thinking what to write. My mind is numb.. null…  void and empty. I lived to see the darkest day of my life. The one you trust the most… the one you love the most.. broke your heart into million pieces, so that you’re left alone, collecting those pieces your entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s impossible… For everyone around me, it’s unbelievable. But the one who says that they care for you the most.. and love you the most… can burn your life into dust in a few seconds… I’m still thinking why??? I just can’t figure out why. Friendship…?? Love..?? Happiness..?? Trust..?? How soon can they disappear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is lifeless now.. You just live cz you’re alive. One day all the pains will go away. By then, it’s too late. I just wanted to thank all my friends for being there with me in the most difficult moment in my life. Love you all. Angels exist in this world? I doubt now. But good friend do. Thanks a lot my dear friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-122034851829678256?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/122034851829678256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=122034851829678256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/122034851829678256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/122034851829678256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/03/numb-null-void-and-empty.html' title='NUMB.. NULL... VOID AND EMPTY....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SctzLE16DrI/AAAAAAAAARU/nqcFfSxjEs4/s72-c/loneliness-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5139403516316763955</id><published>2009-03-12T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:03:35.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WATCHED TWILIGHT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312225948309411650" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 216px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SbjRWseYV0I/AAAAAAAAARM/AE--q84KHZ4/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It’s a different movie.. and it’s a different storyline. Since the day the movie was out, I so much wanted to watch it. But I waited till a good copy appeared in my familiar Torrent site. Downloaded it a few hours ago… and finished watching it just now. I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a story about a teenage girl who falls in love with a vampire. This girl, Bella Swan has always been a little bit different. Never one to run with the crowd, Bella never cares about fitting in with the trendy, plastic girls at her Phoenix, Arizona high school. When her mother remarried and Bella chooses to live with her father in the rainy little town of Forks, Washington, she didn't expect much of anything to change. But things do change when she meets the mysterious and dazzlingly beautiful Edward Cullen. For Edward is nothing like any boy she's ever met. He's nothing like anyone she's ever met, period. He's intelligent and witty, and he seems to see straight into her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time at all, they are swept up in a passionate and decidedly unorthodox romance - unorthodox because Edward really isn't like the other boys. He can run faster than a mountain lion. He can stop a moving car with his bare hands. Oh, and he hasn't aged since 1918. Like all vampires, he's immortal. That's right - vampire. But he doesn't have fangs - that's just in the movies. And he doesn't drink human blood, though Edward and his family are unique among vampires in that lifestyle choice. To Edward, Bella is that thing he has waited 90 years for - a soul mate. But the closer they get, the more Edward must struggle to resist the primal pull of her scent, which could send him into an uncontrollable frenzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s some part of the story. Kristen Stewart is Bella Swan and the handsome vampire, Edward is Robert Pattinson. The moment you see him, you’ll recognize who he is. He’s Cedric Diggory from the Harry Potter movies. In the 4th movie, he’s the one who competes till the end I the Triwizard tournament. Yes.. the handsome one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they’re filming the sequel of this movie; The Twilight Saga: New Moon and it will be out on 20th November 2009. Just for the record.. You’ll like the movie, I’m sure. So don’t miss it. The soundtrack on the movie is great too.. I loved the song “Decode” by Paramore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: You’re impossibly fast and strong. Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change colour and sometimes you speak like.. like you’re from a different time. You never eat or drink anything; you don’t go out in the sunlight. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Seventeen….&lt;br /&gt;Bella: How long you’ve been seventeen?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: A while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: I know what you are…&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Say it… out loud. Say it..&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Vampire…&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Are you afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Bella: No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Then ask me the most basic question. What do we eat?&lt;br /&gt;Bella: You won’t hurt me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5139403516316763955?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5139403516316763955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5139403516316763955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5139403516316763955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5139403516316763955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-watched-twilight.html' title='I WATCHED TWILIGHT...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SbjRWseYV0I/AAAAAAAAARM/AE--q84KHZ4/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7620904734385685505</id><published>2009-02-26T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:33:18.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING IN THE SEA - DAY 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabEAT4Vx4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/5DB-JKhnn0A/s1600-h/IMG_4016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307144720518334338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabEAT4Vx4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/5DB-JKhnn0A/s320/IMG_4016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; When I remember the last weekend, the feeling I get is a completely ‘jumpy and happy’ feeling.. Why? I got to spend 3 days in the Southern beaches of the country, rolling with the ocean waves and dipping in the warm, comfortable sunlight. Have I ever told you that I’m a sea creature by birth? Well… I am. My love for sea and beach is endless. There’s nothing in this world I like more. So.. Imagine how it was for me…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was initially a family trip. Mom organized it coz she wanted to go on a trip before my brother starts Medical College and there were some poojas promised to Katharagama. So… it was my family… a cousin brother, my best friend, his mom and his sister’s kid. The beaches of Sri Lanka are so beautiful. I witnessed it once again and fell in love with them all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our 1st day, we stopped for breakfast near the Boralesgamuwa Lake. It was quite a sight in the early morning with sun rising over the lake and birds chirping all around to start the day. The next stop was Beruwala beach, to see a fishermen pulling off a fishing net full of fish. The next destination was the Turtle Hatchery in Kosgoda. I even got to hold a huge one in my hands too. We were in Galle Fort by mid day. We enjoyed the beautiful view and had our lunch there. Then we had a look inside the Old Dutch Church inside the Galle Fort. The inside of the church is a burial ground for rich Dutch people. Even the walls contained tombs carved into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was a sight worth seeing… Roomassala, where Rawana dropped a part of a mountainful of medical plants by accident. We visited the Japanese Peace Pagoda there. From the top of the hill, the Galle Fort and harbor created a marvelous view. The sun has started to sink. We stopped for a sea bath in Koggala and I got to roll with the waves as much as I like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again we stopped to watch some fishermen fishing in a traditional way, sitting on sticks planted in the sea. See the picture..?? Next, we straight away went to the place we stayed that night : People’s Bank manager’s Bungalow in Devundara. We were in one corner of the country. What a place it was! Next to the beautiful beach, on the top of a hill, facing the Devundara harbor… full of sea breeze… the sound of the sea hugging you all over.. and when the night falls, the sky gets lightened up by the light rays of the Devundara Lighthouse. I had a nice walk along the beach. It was a place in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all were hungry. We were having so many snacks on the way, all home made. Chocolate Swiss Roles, Marshmallows, Chocolate cakes, Aluwa, Rulang and Cornflakes cookies. Yet we were hungry. The caretakers cooked us a delicious dinner. That was the best meal under perfect conditions. After the dinner, we played a game of cards till late hours of the night. This is how I spent the first day of the most wonderful 3 days in February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7620904734385685505?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7620904734385685505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7620904734385685505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7620904734385685505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7620904734385685505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-in-sea-day-1.html' title='LIVING IN THE SEA - DAY 1...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabEAT4Vx4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/5DB-JKhnn0A/s72-c/IMG_4016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-6072846595398241616</id><published>2009-02-26T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:30:04.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SOUTH IS MADE OF BEACHES - DAY 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabDSmenWAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/343snKGs4ts/s1600-h/IMG_4213.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307143935236724738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabDSmenWAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/343snKGs4ts/s320/IMG_4213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; How does it feel like to wake up to the cool breeze of the sea and the endless sound of the ocean waves? Well.. That’s how our second day started. I woke up around 5.30 in the morning, dressed up quickly and ran out to see the beauty of a sea morning. The thin fog was covering the bay… and the fishing boats were slowly swaying and resting in the harbor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I walked up to the end of the jetty and found my best friend sitting in the farthest corner. We watched a colony of fish jumping up from the sea surface like antelopes running is land. It was beautiful. When we watched the rocks closely, we found crabs..!! Yes.. Crabs of different sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sad thing was… no matter how beautiful the place was, we had to leave the place, because we were suppose to reach Katharagama by nightfall. We had a great breakfast and said goodbye to the place and left for Katharagama. The next stop was Dewinuwara devalaya. I’ve passed it many times, but never being there. So.. we got the chance this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next, we went to see the beautiful Devundara lighthouse. You should.. SHOULD.. I mean.. you really really SHOULD go there. What a view it is..! The sea around it was sooo beautiful. The lighthouse stands among the rocky surface as a proud giant...! You'll love this place, trust me. Actually... my whole intention of the trip was to go and see it.. and it finally worked..!&lt;br /&gt;The Mulkirigala Rock temple was on a top of a hill. It has quite a history behind it. So many folk tales are woven around this ancient temple. Beli mal... ranawara... hakuru... straight from heaven to kill the thirst...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now.. I'm going to tell you about a very interesting place now.. Ever heard of Ussangoda?? It's called the 'Horton Plains of South'. Just see the picture, guys..!! It is believed that a meteor has fallen to the beach in Nonagama.. long time back. And this is it..!! The meteor is the plain. The soil is pure red.. and you find strange types of stones there... The plain is a higher ground, so... you get a fantastic view of the sea from there.. Theer's only thin grass.. and medical plants. Animals live in the thicket... and the beach is full of biodiversity.. We had out lunch from an open sea restaurant in the beach and had a good mid day bath from the sea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were in Katharagama by 7.30. The moon was up and the climate was softer... The perfect time to visit Kiri Wehera..!! Had quite a good dinner from the place where we stayed.. Two spectacular days...! One more day to come before this ends.. So.. Good night for today, folks..!! These two days were absolutely awesome.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-6072846595398241616?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/6072846595398241616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=6072846595398241616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6072846595398241616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6072846595398241616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/02/south-is-made-of-beaches-day-2.html' title='THE SOUTH IS MADE OF BEACHES - DAY 2'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabDSmenWAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/343snKGs4ts/s72-c/IMG_4213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-6431975691319124966</id><published>2009-02-26T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:27:12.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN GOD'S COUNTRY - DAY 3.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabCjC5b9-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/9AqYQsQH8Jc/s1600-h/IMG_4268.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307143118231697378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabCjC5b9-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/9AqYQsQH8Jc/s320/IMG_4268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Waking up in the morning... far from home. You're now in Katharagama..! I'm a little bit sad since it's the last day.. Hmmm.. Well.. After a quick breakfast, we headed to Sellakatharagama... OK.... I know... That's where you get loads of dodol and all other kinds of sweets...!! Menik River was quite calm that morning... Peacock feathers... sweets... morning prayers for hindu gods... smell of fresh fruit... and various kinds of sweet smells in the early morning...!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We wanted to be for the poojawa at 9.30 in Katharagama Dewalaya. So we hurried for it.. So. what's the best thing about it?? Well... the fruits.. yeah... you get to eat loads of them after the poojawa... I love and love it...!! We visited Thissamaharamaya on the way too..Ate loads of nelli &amp;amp; delum from there.. Woodapples..! There were a plenty..!! Dodol... we bought 12 kilos.. It was around noon when we reached Kirinda.. The sun was high up and it was very hot. But we didn't miss the wonderful view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After having a late lunch at the bunt of Thissa Wewa, we started our return journey.. crossing Udawalawe &amp;amp; Embilipitiya.. We stopped to look at elephants and peococks.. There were so many...!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was around 10 at night when we reached home.. and I felt that i've gained a lot for the 3days.. maybe I ate a lot of sweets.. But.. who cares?? i enjoyed the trip a lot...I wish I could go again to see those wonderful beaches again.. I dream of them very often... Guys.. girls, don't worry about sun tans... You just go there and enjoy..!! You'll get your skin colour back...!! Katharagama.. in the best time of the year..!! I'll remember these 3 days forever..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-6431975691319124966?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/6431975691319124966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=6431975691319124966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6431975691319124966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6431975691319124966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-gods-country-day-3.html' title='IN GOD&apos;S COUNTRY - DAY 3.....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabCjC5b9-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/9AqYQsQH8Jc/s72-c/IMG_4268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7550792275079299095</id><published>2009-02-26T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:23:20.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE COLOURS OF THE OCEAN....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabBti9pGhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9Gin9iKw4Ck/s1600-h/IMG_4174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307142199126333970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabBti9pGhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9Gin9iKw4Ck/s400/IMG_4174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Just near the Lighthouse in Devundara... The sea is full of colours..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7550792275079299095?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7550792275079299095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7550792275079299095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7550792275079299095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7550792275079299095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/02/colours-of-ocean.html' title='THE COLOURS OF THE OCEAN....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SabBti9pGhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/9Gin9iKw4Ck/s72-c/IMG_4174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-6026682804888200471</id><published>2009-02-04T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:21:26.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOBLIN : THE REBIRTH OF A PIRATE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SYmGz17qWPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OGOjYs8C-sI/s1600-h/beach21t_470x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298914661786867954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SYmGz17qWPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OGOjYs8C-sI/s320/beach21t_470x350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SYmGz17qWPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OGOjYs8C-sI/s1600-h/beach21t_470x350.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many of you believe in mythical legends, mythical beliefs and mythical creatures? If you’re a Harry Potter fan, I’m sure you do. The creatures and beliefs in Harry Potter books were not created in one night. Do you remember the Hippogriff in the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Harry Potter movie? For most of you, it should have been the first time you’ve seen a Hippogriff. But Hippogriffs are legendary creatures who conquered the world of myth, since long time back. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now.. who knows about Chimeras? Well.. I’ll tell you. It’s a creature from the Greek mythology with a lioness’s body with a tail that terminated in a snake's head and with a head of a goat arose on her back at the center of her spine. Time for you to picture it..!! Unicorns? Legends say that Unicorns exist in this world, but you can’t see them, because the horn in its forehead is not visible to us. I can tell you so many stories abut these creatures. But last week, an article in a newspaper caught my eye. I found it interesting and wanted to share it with you all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was about Goblins.. Goblins in the coastal village of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cornwall&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cornwall&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;..?? Ring any bells, anyone? If you read Sherlock Holmes, this should be a familiar name to you. However… let’s get back to the story now. Who exactly is a Goblin? The word GOBBLE in English annotates eating food in a greedy way. From generations, the coastal area of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cornwall&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is a famous gathering place for Goblins. Everybody can’t see them. Some can see… but most cannot. For those who have seen them say that these creatures are about 8 feet tall, massive bodied and covered with golden colour fur. Their faces resemble faces of goats, horses or sheep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From centuries ago, these goblins used to give predictions about thunderstorms to the fishermen in the village. So, for fishermen in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cornwall&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, these goblins are like guardians of the sea. According to those who have seen these Goblins, they just sit on rocks and stare at the ocean. When a storm is near, they scream and warn the fishermen about the nearing disaster. To pay their gratitude to these life savers, when fishermen come out of the sea after fishing, they throw a big fish or a two into the huge rocks in the beach, hoping that these unseen Goblins would eat them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People have seen them staring at the sea, but none has seen them walking. Legends say that a Goblin is the rebirth of a pirate… and by staring at the sea and helping fishermen and boats, the pirate is paying for his sins. That’s how the story goes. Interesting, isn’t it? Well.. There are many mythical stories I know. Time by time, I’ll share them with you all. You’ll love to hear about the Unicorns, I’m sure. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-6026682804888200471?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/6026682804888200471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=6026682804888200471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6026682804888200471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6026682804888200471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/02/goblin-rebirth-of-pirate.html' title='GOBLIN : THE REBIRTH OF A PIRATE...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SYmGz17qWPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OGOjYs8C-sI/s72-c/beach21t_470x350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8420965541884918319</id><published>2009-01-23T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:25:53.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 'NOT-REALIZING-TILL-THEY-LOSE-IT' FACTOR....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SXqnat3noRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_haiAr1SSTI/s1600-h/guy-on-bridge-depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SXqnat3noRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_haiAr1SSTI/s320/guy-on-bridge-depressed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294728389358756114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A complicated topic in the making..!! Brought up with lots of guy friend.. and spending my entire campus life with a gang of guys as my best friends, I ended up knowing a lot about this complicated topic.. GUYS..!! Guys and girls are from different planets, that’s true. Out of many things, I just want to share this one thing about guys with you all… which I have observed very often… and have enough experience to share with you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s about this ‘not realizing-till-they-lose-it’ factor. What the hell is that?? Wait… let me tell you. I’ll take two incidents as examples. There was this guy… a very good friend of mine… and there was this girl too.. both are very cool people. They studied in two different Universities, but they met in a function in one of their universities. After they became god friends, they talked everyday… text each other all the time. One studied law and one studied Engineering… two different fields. They had a lot in common.. and as the time passes, good friends became best friends. Since I knew both of them well.. I knew this guy liked her in a more-than-a-friend way. But this guy never revealed his feelings for her.. The reason I understood was… she was always there… being his best friend and she was always AVAILABLE for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But he never realized that she has to go someday. So.. what happened was… this other guy, who also used to study in her University, popped out from nowhere and she and him… they also became good friends… The second guy was nice. I knew him as well… and it was from me who she asked about this second guy. I knew the other guy liked her, but I told her that the second guy is very nice and good… What am I to do? After some time, she started going out with the second guy. Then only the light bulb appeared upon our guy’s&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;head. He realized that he has loved her so much… and since he didn’t spit out his feelings for her, she stopped waiting too. She knew this guy liked her… but she can’t wait forever for him to realize it, can she? Now.. this guy has gone love-crazy. One day, this girl told me the story… and then only I told her that I knew it all along. She cried a lot… Why? I know why….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why don’t guys come to their senses before they lose the people they love? You might say it’s maybe because he didn’t want to risk the friendship. Come ooooon people! They were best friends… So they can talk and figure out ANYTHING by talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The second incident is just as the same one. This time… the guy was my friend. He’s a very good friend of mine. Once I realized that he has this little ‘thing’ for me. I knew it, buy he never told me what was in his mind. He knew that I knew it too. Time passed… we went our separate ways for finding jobs… and our lives became busy. He kept silent. Some time later, I heard that he’s having a very good friendship with this girl.. and as I heard, they were almost going out. Recently, this guy called me… and when I asked about it, he said. ‘I couldn’t tell her my feelings…. Now she’s going out with a guy’… Hmmm… Then I told him ‘This happens to you every time. Every time you make the same mistake. Don’t ever make that mistake again’. He knew what I was talking about … and he agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder why this particular thing is an in-built feature in a guy’s character. I don’t think it’s common for every guy, but I’ve seen this nature in most of the guys I know. They don’t realize it till they lose it. Just as the saying goes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never take someone for granted…&lt;br /&gt;Hold every person close to your heart…&lt;br /&gt;Cz u might wake up one day…&lt;br /&gt;And realize that you’ve lost a diamond….&lt;br /&gt;While u were too busy..&lt;br /&gt;Collecting stones…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8420965541884918319?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8420965541884918319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8420965541884918319' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8420965541884918319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8420965541884918319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-realizing-till-they-lose-it-factor.html' title='THE &apos;NOT-REALIZING-TILL-THEY-LOSE-IT&apos; FACTOR....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SXqnat3noRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_haiAr1SSTI/s72-c/guy-on-bridge-depressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-2632241506715055839</id><published>2009-01-11T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:41:07.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOVIE YEAR 2008....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SWm-dyNlpwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aDzYxZ6FRGo/s1600-h/Best+Movies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SWm-dyNlpwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aDzYxZ6FRGo/s320/Best+Movies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289968656227608322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;It’s the middle of the Sunday, and the heat is so high. Right now, I’m watching Eagle Eye, which is suppose to be a high ranked movie in 2008. While I’m watching it, I wanted to turn back and recall how the year 2008 has been, for all the movie fans. You know, I’m a movie addict and I can’t resist writing something about movies in my blog, time by time. Make sure you didn’t miss any of the good movies in 2008, before you put your focus into 2009. Just to make sure, I’ll give you guys a few clues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As a starter, let me tell you… I watched The Day the Earth Stood Still in the theatre this weekend. It was good. It’s an alien invasion movie, starring the Matrix guy and Jennifer Connelly. If you liked Tom Cruise’s War of the Worlds, you’ll definitely like this one too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I watched Fly Me to the Moon, an animated movie. It was quite good. There were a few animated movies which came out in 2008. Let me summarize. The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything: A Veggies Tale… I downloaded it, but still couldn’t watch it. Igor is supposed to be very good. That too, I’m downloading right now. Will tell you after I watch it. Kung Fu panda was a hit. After the movie, a 30 minute post-movie story came out. The Secrets of the Furious Five. It just tells us about the making of the Furious Five. Horton Hears a Who was a hit. Wall-E was OK, but it’s sort of boring. But I loved the lil robot who calls out “Eeee-vaaaa” to his sweetheart. Open Season 2 was quite funny, just as the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; movie. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Madagascar&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; 2, yet to be watched. Tinkerbell was a sweet one. Space Chimps was so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let’s get to the fantasy world now. Make sure you didn’t miss Spider wick Chronicles and Chronicles of Narnia 2: Prince Caspian. Action movies… Untraceable… Jumper..10000 B.C… Doomsday… &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Babylon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; A.D… &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Iron&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Man.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Wanted.. Hellboy 2… The Dark Knight.. The X-Files movie was a mess. There was nothing much exciting about Death Race as well. The City of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ember&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I just downloaded. The Incredible Hulk was not that good, trust me. So is the Indiana Jones movie. I hated it. I watched the trailer of Twilight and read some comments about the movie. It’s even a bigger hit than The Dark Knight, according to the statistics. The DVD rip is still not available in torrent sites, but I personally recommend it even before watching it. It’s that good. Nicholas Cage’s Bangkok Dangerous was not worth the wait too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sex and the City was quite a lengthy movie, but the storyline was good. Mamma Mia, the musical was funny, but it’s not that much to crave for, as people tell. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 was a sweet one. Girls, make sure you watch it, ok? The Duchess.. Hmmm.. That’s a very good one. You should watch it. Keira Knightley is in her best form, you’ll see. Flawless, the story of the Diamond Robbery starring Demi Moore…quite OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If somebody asks me to name the 3 best horror movies in 2008, I’d name them as One Missed Call, The Eye and Shutter. Mirrors was a big disappointment, so is The Strangers. Comedies… Hmm.. Tropic Thunder, not good. Wild Child was not exactly a comedy, but it’s nice. House Bunny, good. Superhero Movie, thumbs down. You Don’t Mess with the Zohan, a disaster, so is Love Guru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m missing out so many. So, in general, I’ll casually mention some good ones. Make it Happen.. Quantum of Solace… The Other Boleyn Girl.. Taken.. Never Back Down… Loaded.. Transsiberian.. Drillbit Taylor.. Made of Honour… 21… Over Her Dead Body… The Andromeda Strain… Cloverfield… Sorry guys. I have over 50 movies in my PC, but I’ve deleted so many. But at least.. I hope this list will help. Let’s see what surprises the movie makers have for us in 2009. Fingers crossed…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-2632241506715055839?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/2632241506715055839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=2632241506715055839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/2632241506715055839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/2632241506715055839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-year-2008.html' title='THE MOVIE YEAR 2008....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SWm-dyNlpwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aDzYxZ6FRGo/s72-c/Best+Movies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5463865804849099168</id><published>2009-01-07T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:27:20.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS DAY.... I THINK OF HIM.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SWTXuUdQ_TI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Qygef2k5G9Q/s1600-h/cemetery2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SWTXuUdQ_TI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Qygef2k5G9Q/s320/cemetery2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288589053205216562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thinking of this day… exactly one year back… Hmmm… One moment, he was alive… talking and talking without stopping… and 5 hours later, he went so quiet… and didn’t open his eyes… or didn’t speak a single word. He was my best friend… my brother… the light of my life. I still remember this day.. last year… Sitting in front of my computer.. and writing in my blog about him, with tears in my eyes…. How I had him.. How he came to my life… and how he had to go away from my life. Just like a candle light blown away by the wind, he was gone… Gone forever….&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss him so much. I loved him so much… And the place he rests is on the other side of the world. His best friend.. me… I didn’t even see where he rests… sleeping. I still believe he was an angel…and he added magic to my life, taking me under his angel wings. Brought loads of smiles… happiness and memories to my life.. and he did it all in 3 years. Maybe he didn’t want to see me being alone. So he gave me another angel… another best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today… I just smile remembering the precious memories he gave me.… He’s up in the sky.. sitting by a star, watching over me from all the way up there, I sense it. And… life goes on… and on… and on.. Still… I miss you my brother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5463865804849099168?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5463865804849099168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5463865804849099168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5463865804849099168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5463865804849099168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-day-i-think-of-him.html' title='THIS DAY.... I THINK OF HIM.....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SWTXuUdQ_TI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Qygef2k5G9Q/s72-c/cemetery2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7161333559825642528</id><published>2009-01-04T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:35:25.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS THE NEW YEAR DAWNS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SWC6_uSzC9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/dL1NSZPGKn8/s1600-h/IMG_3562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SWC6_uSzC9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/dL1NSZPGKn8/s400/IMG_3562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287431566454361042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Captured this view in the earliest hours of January 1st, 2009.. A good luck charmer in yellow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-7161333559825642528?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7161333559825642528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7161333559825642528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7161333559825642528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7161333559825642528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-new-year-dawns.html' title='AS THE NEW YEAR DAWNS...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SWC6_uSzC9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/dL1NSZPGKn8/s72-c/IMG_3562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-6269910017149150015</id><published>2008-12-31T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:24:03.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 IN NUTSHELL....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SVxvdT_0r6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/lfCb-hjyh6Y/s1600-h/Girl+Thinking+-+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SVxvdT_0r6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/lfCb-hjyh6Y/s320/Girl+Thinking+-+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286222612000976802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;It’s time to close down and wrap up the things for 2008. The year has come to an end. I’m sure you all did a lot of thinking to recap what you all were up to in 2008, recalling the good times and bad times. There were good times.. and there were bad times of cause. Even very good things and very bad things, indeed. Yesterday night, while lying on my bed, I was doing the same thing as you all.. recalling all the memories of 2008. Hmmm… let me summarize…&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The year began in the most disastrous way for me.. I think you already know why. My best guy friend passed away in January, and I went through a tremendous pain to get over it. Still I couldn’t. That was the worst thing happened to me in year 2008. Then… the best thing about 2008. Well… It was getting to know my punching bag, my current best guy friend. He came to my life in a most unexpected way and he brought the light back to my life. My lady best friend, Konga.. and myself… we had our perfect friendship throughout the year as always… me helping her out in bad times, and she helping me out in my bad times. We went out a few times, had fun.. and I gave her a surprise on her b’day.. so did she..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The year was full of trips, outings and other functions. Gosh..!! There were SO many. Most of my friends got married this year, both from school and work. So.. there were so many weddings and celebrations. Of coz there were so many trips too. Another great thing was the formation of vClub… our circle of best friends from the office. The club activities are going on in full steam and all of it is so much fun… and most of all… I found a set of BEST FRIENDS from work..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of my very good friends left the country too, which was very sad for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work wise, it was a very busy year. As my friends say, I get only the busiest and the most critical projects to work with. True enough..!! Even these days, I’m having a very busy time with work, since our product will be going live on 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of January. Then there were layoffs… The HR firing people…as the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; economy crisis started… and most of the good people left the company… Bad things like that also happened. Ok.. it’s WORK…!! I don’t like to talk about it right now. Let’s skip that part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entertainment… A good topic to recap..!! I think I watched the most number of movies in my entire life in year 2008. I downloaded a countless number of movies… and it was definitely a movie year. Songs.. music… everything was up-to-date and well-awared. Made sure not to miss any of the good ones. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I read quite a good number of good books this year as well.. and I think there are 2 more books to be read…. Part of unfinished business in 2008. I bought my loving Guitar… and was married to it for a while... Lost my phone, lost all my contacts, songs and photos in it and cursed the dude who stole it… in BIG TIME, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love and marriage.. Ummm.. Some interesting things. Most of the guys who asked me out were younger than me…(sigh..!!) That was early this year. I had a huge crush on Shayne Ward... and the crush is still there, I think. I didn’t want to get married in 2008… so; it’ll happen in 2009 for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well… 2008 was a good year for me, for sure. For the time being, I’m happy… but donno what will happen in 2009. I’m PRETTY sure that there will be a huge change in my life in 2009. Good or bad, I don’t know. But.. crossing my fingers and waiting till that moment comes. Last, but not the least… let me.. the girl on the move wish you a wonderful 2009, with all your wildest and sweetest dreams coming true, with loads of happiness and cheer throughout the whole year. Cheers..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-6269910017149150015?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/6269910017149150015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=6269910017149150015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6269910017149150015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6269910017149150015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-in-nutshell.html' title='2008 IN NUTSHELL....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SVxvdT_0r6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/lfCb-hjyh6Y/s72-c/Girl+Thinking+-+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5907816503163427616</id><published>2008-12-25T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:38:45.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SVRfv1WydAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MtuiOkOnDUw/s1600-h/Happy+Holidays+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283953538193585154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SVRfv1WydAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MtuiOkOnDUw/s400/Happy+Holidays+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wishing you all a very merry christmas..!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5907816503163427616?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5907816503163427616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5907816503163427616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5907816503163427616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5907816503163427616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays-everyone.html' title='HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE...!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SVRfv1WydAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MtuiOkOnDUw/s72-c/Happy+Holidays+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8331122993336588124</id><published>2008-12-22T05:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:42:06.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE vCLUB....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SU-agPgfXyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1ieytih2iZ8/s1600-h/jumping-cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282610766638178082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SU-agPgfXyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1ieytih2iZ8/s320/jumping-cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is something that I’m really really thrilled and excited about… Being a proud member of the vClub.. And NO..!! The name is definitely NOT related to the place where we work.. (“We” being most of the vClub members, that is)… It was just a lunch gang at first. I was good friends with Pavi. Then there was the punching bag… and he became my best friend.. Little by little, I became a part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiloshi… Buddhini… Pandu.. Pavi…Kalpa.. Anusha and myself, we all work in the same place. Tharaka (Buddini’s hubby), Ravin (Thiloshi’s hubby), Sanju (Pavi’s hubby), Darshi (Anusha’s wife) and Jayamini.. who used to work with us (Kalpa’s wife).. complete our circle of friends. As FOOD is our eternal way of survival, we have a great sense of taste for FOOD. No matter who finds something tasty, we share them among us all. vClub is full of talented cooks..!! (Except me, that is..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story now. We started this monthly meet up a few months back. A pirith in Anusha’s place… Nuwara Eliya trip from our home… Lunch at Kalpa &amp;amp; Jaya’s place… Kaluthara Trip &amp;amp; visit to Thiloshi’s place…. Lunch at Anusha &amp;amp; Darshi’s place… Tea at Buddhini &amp;amp; Tharaka’s place… and finally… pirith at Pavi &amp;amp; Sanju’s place. It took place a few days ago. Now we’re planning the vClub activity for January. It is so much fun to be a part of it. Our friends are in the range of the age 26-29. And me and Pandu being the only singles of them all..!! Trips and events are not the only thing we do. We help each other in every way we can… You name it.. the vClub is there for anything..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t meet good friends like them everyday.. or everywhere… specially at work. What we do is so much fun and you always have this great feeling that you are surrounded by such good friends. It’s a great feeling, you know. My parents let me go anywhere with them, cz they know how reliable and good my friends are. I’m proud to be a part of the vClub… and I’m thinking how lucky I am to have them as my best friends. Year 2009 is on the way, and I’m pretty sure… vClub will have so many exciting plans for the coming year. Can’t wait…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8331122993336588124?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8331122993336588124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8331122993336588124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8331122993336588124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8331122993336588124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/12/vclub_22.html' title='THE vCLUB....!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SU-agPgfXyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1ieytih2iZ8/s72-c/jumping-cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-397722675482502689</id><published>2008-12-16T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:45:27.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KICKED OUT...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SUd4cLaAg4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/eTzoBi0hEDw/s1600-h/layoff-notice.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280321513608741762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SUd4cLaAg4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/eTzoBi0hEDw/s200/layoff-notice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has started AGAIN…. A couple of months ago, the place where I work, (I’m not gonna refer to it as ‘my company’ ok?)… yeah.. the COMPANY fired a couple of hundred people, as the US economy was having an outbreak. All of a sudden, people were called for a HR meeting, and while they are away, the IT team comes up and remove their PCs from their cubicles. That’s right… The layoff… I called it “The mass massacre” at that time. People were crying.. jobless…. Nowhere to go. I don’t think I have to explain the situation to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to quiet down a little. Now it has started again. But this time, it’s happening in a very hush hush way. They give various reasons for why they’re firing you. Some of them are actually silly and stupid reasons. The layoffs are happening all over USA. The place where I work gets a huge impact from the US economy. Our jobs are at a high risk. We don’t know when we’re gonna be fired. It’s a known fact that the IT industry in Sri Lanka is going for a downfall because of this financial crisis in US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are leaving the company everyday. The HR doesn’t ask why they’re leaving, as they used to ask. Instead, all they ask now is “How soon can you go?”. Don’t have any idea what’s going to happen next. Sitting and waiting won’t do either. Hmmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-397722675482502689?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/397722675482502689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=397722675482502689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/397722675482502689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/397722675482502689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/12/kicked-out.html' title='KICKED OUT...!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SUd4cLaAg4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/eTzoBi0hEDw/s72-c/layoff-notice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-4755256294418829236</id><published>2008-12-09T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:49:05.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO SPEND A DUSTY WEEKEND....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/ST5o_CNy6qI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hPvQRqhZigU/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/ST5o_CNy6qI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hPvQRqhZigU/s200/sick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277771245460581026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weekends are supposed to be fun. Spending an entire weekend at home, relaxing is a lot more fun.. At least.. it’s suppose to be… My last weekend.. which I spent at home-sweet-home… turned out to be HELL…. Our house is on colourwash…!! As the term applies, colour is everywhere.. plus.. DUST… Jeeze..!! I’m too allergic to dust, and I caught colds twice within the past two weeks. Right now, today being a good Tuesday, the cold is still hugging me in big time. As I tell my friends, I feel like there’s this big white silkworm crawling inside my nose. Yuck..!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish the last weekend never happened. You can’t just walk around the house since there’s dust everywhere.. and you can’t do anything at all… I had to stay inside my room the whole two days with my cold and the runny nose. Horror movies was the only thing suited for the dull weekend.. so I watched a couple of them. See No Evil… House… 100 Feet… Dark Floors… The Strangers… and finally Blair witch Project. Typical dull horror movies, they were. The medi I took for the cold made me sleepy and it didn’t let me finish the book I was reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well… I don’t know why I’m writing this on my blog. Maybe because… I want to tell you.. when construction is happening around your house.. and you’re allergic to dust…. Go somewhere else and stay.. Please do that….!! Look what happened to me. I’m so miserable..!! Otherwise.. you’ll end up looking like a pathetic sneeze ball like me.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-4755256294418829236?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/4755256294418829236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=4755256294418829236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4755256294418829236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4755256294418829236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-spend-dusty-weekend.html' title='HOW TO SPEND A DUSTY WEEKEND....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/ST5o_CNy6qI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hPvQRqhZigU/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1375967046348244505</id><published>2008-12-01T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:27:10.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN RELATIONSHIPS TURN SOUR.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/STTHVUuOhAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LTNWMm9nN48/s1600-h/pd_angry_couple_070426_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275060232711472130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/STTHVUuOhAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LTNWMm9nN48/s200/pd_angry_couple_070426_mn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You meet a charming person. You become very good friends with that person. For how charming he/she is, you end up falling in love with him/her. Days pass… and you realize this particular person is not exactly the person you thought he/she was. Friends? Yes.. The same scenario happens. This is a universal truth we all face. This is the general theory of every relationship. First you don’t see the true self of that person, maybe you don’t want to see that, because you’re so busy admiring how charming he/she is or the other person doesn’t show you his/ her true self. But as the time passes, you slowly realize and see who exactly the other person is. Slowly, the true nature of the other person is revealed by himself/herself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point where the true value of a relationship comes. Doesn’t matter if it’s a love affair or a friendship. We just fall for the other person for the charm, and when his/her true identity gets revealed, the things become sour. Each and every individual are not perfect products of heaven. Making mistakes comes with human nature. Fault-free is a big NO for humans. What matters is how capable we are to identify the true self of a person and love and value him/ her for what they really are. That’s the most challenging thing, as well as the turning point of a relationship. It’s hard, but it can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my best friend from school…. We have such a good understanding about each other. We’ve known each other for 16 years. We know that we were never and we will never be the perfect duo. Sometimes we have these little annoying things. But in the end, we know that everything will be OK, since we KNOW each other very well. Sometimes we talk about how good we are, to have such a good understanding about each other. What matters is understanding the other person for exactly who he/she is. It requires a little bit of patience… and it takes some time. But it doesn’t matter at all, because in the end… you truly know the other half… and you’re actually with the other person, for who he/she really is…. And NOT for the false charm. Something to think about….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1375967046348244505?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1375967046348244505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1375967046348244505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1375967046348244505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1375967046348244505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-relationships-turn-sour.html' title='WHEN RELATIONSHIPS TURN SOUR.....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/STTHVUuOhAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LTNWMm9nN48/s72-c/pd_angry_couple_070426_mn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5089328905025151769</id><published>2008-11-17T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:11:12.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE HAVE THEY ALL GONE...??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SSGziK4qoXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/D6YrnvS6Nig/s1600-h/gallery_1673_4_10747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SSGziK4qoXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/D6YrnvS6Nig/s200/gallery_1673_4_10747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269690438619144562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Where have they all gone? And why don’t they make TV shows like they used to be? In another 10 years, a kid will never know what &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; was. Remember how we loved the old puppets when we were small? Big Bird… I loved that dude. And the elephant with long eye lashes? Maybe the children today these things are “too childish”? Hmmm… Maybe that.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You rarely see a 2D cartoon these days. When the movie “Toy Story” first came out, I never liked those 3D figures. Maybe I didn’t feel it as a “real” cartoon… like Thundercats.. He-Man.. She-Ra.. I used to love Thundercats a lot. But that sort of movies are rare to find these days. 3D movies are far too beyond our imagination. But still… I love those old 2D cartoons. Well.. a few movies came out this year as 2D cartoons… Batman – The Gotham Knight, for an example. Sccoby Doo… Gummy Bears… Care Bears.. Smurfs… All of them are goners now. I remember me and my sister running to the TV hen we hear the theme song “ We are E..e…e…e..e…e…e.. Ewoks..”.. Yeah.. The Ewoks theme song….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh..! There were so many good TV shows those days. Remember ‘Small Wonder’? The story about a robot girl? This is the oldest one I can remember. I used to love it. Little house on the Prairies…That was another one. I think I just started schooling these days. But in the class too, we used to talk about the weekly episodes of Little House on the Prairies… Knight Rider was another craze those days. That was some unimaginable car those days.. the shape and all.. And there was Robin Hood… Still famous I guess.. I think Knight Rider and Robin Hood were the only 2 TV shows which made it to the 2000s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember me being so crazy over the Robin Hood guy…and being obsessed with Hern. Umm.. We even used to drink water from our bottles in school.. saying “May Hern protect us”… The kids in this era.. they will never know how those shows were like. Remembering it all.. I feel like an oldie, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The TV show makers… cartoon producers, they want to give things for their audience’s taste.. Kids will think of those TV shows as “Not-so-cool” and “boring”…. I think it’s what has really happened. The times change… So does the taste of the people.. Unavoidable things… We have to deal with it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5089328905025151769?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5089328905025151769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5089328905025151769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5089328905025151769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5089328905025151769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-have-they-all-gone.html' title='WHERE HAVE THEY ALL GONE...??'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SSGziK4qoXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/D6YrnvS6Nig/s72-c/gallery_1673_4_10747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8204059931286954466</id><published>2008-11-09T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:53:07.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 20TH DAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SRcHRcSixcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2Pm_G8wiBVU/s1600-h/Cozy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SRcHRcSixcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2Pm_G8wiBVU/s200/Cozy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266686285466224066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After working 19 days in a row.. I got a weekend to stay at home.. FINALLY!! Phew..! What a relief it is..!! After all the hard work.. it’s all paid back well… Everything is not going to be bad, always. Something always comes up to make you happy. You were planning a load of work on Saturday morning… and when you’re in the shower as a starter, you get an unexpected call from a friend you didn’t get a chance to hang around with for quite a long time, telling you.. “Hey.. I’m on my way to see you”.. The next thing I knew was…I had a great day at home with my friend. We chatted… had a go in the Facebook… looked at our old photos… searched stuff in the net… ate &amp;amp; ate… The day turned out to be the best Saturday after a long time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When my friend left, I watched Mamma Mia that night, and it didn’t turn out to what I quite expected. It’s an OK movie. Not-so-special, I should stay. Had a good sleep… and my friend Vish waked me up in the morning with a call.. I couldn’t go to the saloon to trim my hair (wanted to color it a bit too), but I did some shopping with my mom. All my supplies were over… 19 days is a long time for them to last. The evening was good with another movie… a call from a from a good friend in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.. loads of rain…calling a few frinds… reading newspapers…and a special dinner… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marriages are made in heaven, they say.. I say… weekends are made in heaven too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8204059931286954466?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8204059931286954466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8204059931286954466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8204059931286954466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8204059931286954466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/11/20th-day.html' title='THE 20TH DAY...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SRcHRcSixcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2Pm_G8wiBVU/s72-c/Cozy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-1227939794526843266</id><published>2008-11-03T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:28:23.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST RUSH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SQ62CmTl_nI/AAAAAAAAANs/UpQwiReR7Vc/s1600-h/1177620630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264345170201411186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SQ62CmTl_nI/AAAAAAAAANs/UpQwiReR7Vc/s320/1177620630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s not the perfect time for movies for me these days; I don’t even have a time to look after myself. But 3 weeks ago, I managed to find a free time to watch the perfect movie after a very long time. I downloaded it 2 months ago, but watched it only after my best friend commented how amazingly superb it is. He’s the one who watches the movies first, which I download and tells me which ones are good and which ones are not so good. This one.. of cos, he actually said that he’ll stop watching movies if I don’t fall in love with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine Sunday… I watched it… and fell in love with music… all over again. It’s a musical. The best one out there yet, I would say. Music is a religion, they say. Tranquility… Peace… Comfort.. That’s music.. The slow tingling sound of the wind chimes… The breathtaking melody of the guitar.. the birds… the sound of the cool breeze flowing across the corn fields… It’s magical. Just magical!! The release date was Nov 13th, 2007. I wonder why the hell I didn’t come across this one all this time. What an idiot I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie Highmore stars as Even Taylor aka August Rush, the orphan boy in search of his parents. He’s desperate that one day he would find his parents through music. His parents fell in love, because of music.. and as two people with different styles of music, they live in this world, searching the existence of the other counterpart. The boy… father .. and mother. What will music do to their lives? Will it change their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t babble about it further. It’s just magical… and so beautiful. I recommend it to ANYBODY… just ANYBODY! Download it.. or buy it. No sooner, you’ll find out that I was not lying.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-1227939794526843266?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/1227939794526843266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=1227939794526843266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1227939794526843266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/1227939794526843266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/11/august-rush.html' title='AUGUST RUSH...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SQ62CmTl_nI/AAAAAAAAANs/UpQwiReR7Vc/s72-c/1177620630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8589121262223667894</id><published>2008-10-26T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:52:14.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME.. THE WORKAHOLIC....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SQSB13J2OfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uuDo43IkWvM/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SQSB13J2OfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uuDo43IkWvM/s320/Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261473027013884402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m back on my blog. It’s a perfect Sunday. The weather is so gloomy.. rainy &amp;amp; cloudy. You can cuddle up on your bed with a good book, or have a good bath and watch a nice movie. Why? Cz it’s Sunday… What was I doing on Sunday?? Well.. I just returned home from work.. Work?? Yes.. as in WORK WORK.. Yesterday too.. it was just work for me. Next weekend also.. it will be work for me. Every weekend till this year is over.. it will again be work for me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My last post on my blog was about being departed. Plus to that, my life these days is all about, being a workaholic. Ok.. I didn’t ask for this. I hate it. But it turned out to be that way. It’s cz of this new project with impossible deadlines and tremendous amount of work. I work everday from 9 in the morning till 9.30 at night. That’s more than 12 hours, right? Plus.. weekends too. The QA team is giving a maximum effort to happen this dream-of-a-project a reality. The future still looks cloudy though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t get to listen to music… watch movies.. read books… surf the net… call my friends… have a good chat with them.. go out in a weekend with friends and have a good time.. I come home around 11 at night, and I don’t even get to talk with the people at home. When my friends buzz me through chat or call me when I’m at work, every time I have to tell them that I’m busy and I can’t talk right now. That’s something I hate doing. I used to have time for my friends no matter how busy I am. But now?? Sigh.. I just HATE doing it. Good thing is, my friends understand. I’m so glad about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it’s Friday.. usually, the feeling you have is ‘Yeppiii.. the weekend is coming’.. But for me… Friday is just one numb feeling. I always know that I have to come to work the next day. I think this is the toughest time in my job history. All I do these days is hoping and living.. thinking that something good will happen in the end… which I don’t see so far. The girl on the move is having a bad time.. and she needs a good life. What’s the use of having a job if you don’t have a LIFE out of it? Getting out to somewhere soon, looking for a good LIFE.. That’s a promise. Friends, it’s important to have a good job. It’s more important to get a good job with a good salary. But the most important thing is, living your life happily… 1st place… the job.. 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; place.. Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8589121262223667894?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8589121262223667894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8589121262223667894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8589121262223667894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8589121262223667894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-workaholic.html' title='ME.. THE WORKAHOLIC....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SQSB13J2OfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uuDo43IkWvM/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3636188239986862107</id><published>2008-10-19T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:19:48.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPARTED....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SPrfeGz6EVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/v0tM1e6XTyU/s1600-h/loneliness1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SPrfeGz6EVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/v0tM1e6XTyU/s320/loneliness1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258761223225872722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Having to depart from your loved ones is a painful experience. It’s a known and a common fact for every human being. We KNOW that we can’t be forever with the ones we love, but even though we know that fact, we get the pain of departing, when that moment comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I was schooling, I was getting ready for that moment since I was in year 12. We were having so much fun in school. You meet your friends 5 days a week. You spend 6 hours per day with them, but when the school life is over, you don’t get to see them.. or meet them like the way you used to be. I had a hard time getting over it. Then came the times at the campus. I loved the campus life. It was as floating as a free bird in the air with your fellow bird friends. Tough times were there, but I enjoyed it a lot. Lectures.. having meals together.. lab classes.. tutorials… studying together for exams.. playing cards during the breaks… and many more. It was fun. But even so, I knew that it’ll have to end some day, and we the next step is to find a good job and go ahead with life. I was getting ready for departing from my friends, slowly &amp;amp; slowly. I kind of got used to the idea and I got over with it in a cool way, cz I prepared for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m a kind of a person who doesn’t want to be left alone. I always want company. Maybe it’s not a very good idea, but I hate to be alone. Most of my friends are married now, and a few of them are still single. I get to go out and have fun with them, still. But I know that once they get married, the fun we have, will be limited in some way. It’ll never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Last week, I started to feel this certain feeling of being departed again. I used to work in the Kolpetty branch of my company, where I had loads of friends. But I had to come to the main location of the company, because of a new project allocation. I was so glad cz I have my best friends in the company there. So I was never feeling alone. I missed my friends in Kolpetty branch.. but.. well… I had very good friends in this place, so.. work was fun at this place. 3 weeks passed by, and I was allocated to another project. It’s like a horror movie, cz this 3rd location, is the most isolated location out of all 3, and it’s too far away from the other 2, so that people can’t access it that easily. Worst, I only knew a very few people in this particular place. I had no excuse to stay back. The people in the project were OK, and I got a satisfactory role to play in the project… Soooo… finally… I had to move to the haunted place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s hard to work there without a reason to be happy. Work is hectic, and I stay in once place all day cz I don’t have friends to meet up and talk. Sometimes I eat alone… and go down to grab something to eat and I eat it alone. There are a few good friends, I hang around with them.. But it’s never the same. For the moment, I feel so isolated and lost. Maybe this feeling will.. sort of.. go away a little. But it’s kinda very hard for me right now. Keeping my fingers crossed to go back to my ‘home’ with my friends.. I hope the time will fly..so the project will end soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3636188239986862107?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3636188239986862107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3636188239986862107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3636188239986862107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3636188239986862107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/10/departed.html' title='DEPARTED....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SPrfeGz6EVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/v0tM1e6XTyU/s72-c/loneliness1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8520647706939919233</id><published>2008-10-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:55:40.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVIN IT..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SOr5ssv3IWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8PrND2jHArY/s1600-h/Canon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SOr5ssv3IWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8PrND2jHArY/s320/Canon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254286461602570594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Photography!! It’s a passion, isn’t it?? An art… a way to express feelings.. beauty.. and tranquility. They say.. pictures can speak. True enough, they do.. don’t they? I can’t remember when I first fell in love with photography. Come to think of it… I loved it even when I was so small. I was so curious about the gadgetry of the camera, who owned by the cameraman who visited our home, to take our b’day pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Even when I was having a manual camera, I was always keen to capture all I can, no matter where I go. But the problem was.. I always run out of reels! DUH!! I hated it and hated it. Then came the digital cameras. My sis got hold of a Sony. It was 6MP and 3X, but superb picture quality. But whenever she’s not around, the cam was missing too. So.. I wanted to get myself one. I wanted a good brand… excellent zooming and a good MP quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I got what I wanted, got it from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; through a good friend of mine… and I’m just loving n loving it. It’s a Canon PowerShot S5 IS. It has what I always wanted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-family: arial;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12x optical zoom lens with      Ultrasonic Motor (USM) and UD lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Optical Image Stabilizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.0 Megapixel CCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DIGIC III with advanced Noise      Reduction technology and Face Detection for stills and movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red-Eye Correction in      playback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.5” high-resolution      vari-angle LCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long-play VGA movies with      stereo sound and Photo in Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22 shooting modes including      full manual control and 0cm Super Macro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High ISO 1600 and Auto ISO      Shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Compatible with      Wide/Tele/Close-up converter lenses and Canon EX Speedlite flashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s a lil bit to the heavier side, though (450g).. and it’s a bulky cam, plus, it eats my batteries. So you have to charge them well. Keep some extra set of batteries with you.. it solves the problem… But I guarantee.. the picture quality is superb. I get good shots from it. My friends love my photos.. and they love my cam too.. With the 4GB memory card, I capture as much as I like. Well.. for an example.. I got 689 shots of our last 3 day trip!! For anybody looking for a camera, I recommend this one. It’s simply superb &amp;amp; amazing… and you’ll love.. love &amp;amp; love it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8520647706939919233?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8520647706939919233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8520647706939919233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8520647706939919233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8520647706939919233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovin-it.html' title='LOVIN IT..!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SOr5ssv3IWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8PrND2jHArY/s72-c/Canon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7558490397911939074</id><published>2008-10-04T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:46:00.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MONSTER IN YOU....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SOhigzEpRGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/J7XESkR7MH0/s1600-h/9resizebg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SOhigzEpRGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/J7XESkR7MH0/s320/9resizebg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253557280932709474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Talking about monsters! They’re supposed to be mythical creatures that live in fairy tales. What would you picture if I tell you to picture one?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You picture a scary looking creature with odd proportions.. Tail… horns.. big eyes… green skin…. MONSTER..!! Well… we don’t like monsters do we?? But what if I tell you that there’s a monster living inside each and every one of you?&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s not a big deal guys. Sometimes we get mad at each other… Hate.. and you think of wicked things… speak wicked words… and do rude things. That’s the monster in you. He comes out even without you knowing it. Getting pissed and angry is SO not the way you should be. You can’t completely chase your monster away. So.. the only option you have is to control the monster in you. It can do bad things for other people.. to yourself.. and sometimes he will hurt other people’s feelings very badly, if you don’t control him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was just thinking about my monster. He’s a weird one. He calms down as the speed he gets angry… and he does and says weird things.(Hmmm..) So… don’t pet your monster… Just let him be. But make sure that you CAN control him… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7558490397911939074?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7558490397911939074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7558490397911939074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7558490397911939074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7558490397911939074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/10/monster-in-you.html' title='THE MONSTER IN YOU....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SOhigzEpRGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/J7XESkR7MH0/s72-c/9resizebg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3908500553200260472</id><published>2008-09-28T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:27:31.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNTING MOVIES IN THE NET...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-9pl4_sTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3UTo5qzuXVU/s1600-h/Girl+on+computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-9pl4_sTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3UTo5qzuXVU/s320/Girl+on+computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251124212780740914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a professional movie hunter on the web, I have developed a certain auto-scanning ability to roam over the net and find the movie I want someway or the other. Free movies in the net!! You don’t have to wait till the DVD comes out.. or even the movie comes to the theatre. Just download the movie for free.. and watch it: simple as that. In this post, I just wanted to give you all some useful tips for professional movie hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Finding a good movie: Look for the top ranking movies of the month. Refer the Weekend US Box Office actuals on Yahoo movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/mv/boxoffice/"&gt;http://movies.yahoo.com/mv/boxoffice/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Need to find good movies of all time? : This is a good database to look for the movie you want. All the details of your movie are there. You might even find a good movie from this site too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zml.com/"&gt; http://www.zml.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Watching the trailers: Official websites of the movies are a big help. Other than that, YouTube is the best place to view a trailer.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Watching the movies online: Here’s a good site to watch your favourite movies online. You can even download them in DivX format or in Flash format.&lt;a href="http://joox.net/"&gt; http://joox.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Downloading the movies: The BEST way is using the Torrent web sites. uTorrent is my favourite tool to download movies. The torrent site I mostly use is isoHunt.&lt;a href="http://isohunt.com/torrents/"&gt; http://isohunt.com/torrents/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But if you go to the following site, you can search for torrents in most famous torrent sites, within this site. It’s very easy and convenient. I think this is the most useful torrent site of all.&lt;a href="http://www.torrents.to/"&gt;http://www.torrents.to/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Always look for the originals. Read user comments to make sure that you’re downloading a good copy. As most of the torrent users know, the most famous torrent uploaders with the best quality movies are Axxo and FXG. Don’t waste your money on DVDs. Just download..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3908500553200260472?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3908500553200260472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3908500553200260472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3908500553200260472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3908500553200260472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunting-movies-in-net.html' title='HUNTING MOVIES IN THE NET...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-9pl4_sTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3UTo5qzuXVU/s72-c/Girl+on+computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3918918059988132454</id><published>2008-09-28T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:51:25.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKING AT THE SUN OVER THE MOUNTAINS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-1GasUIBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PcQikmptOsw/s1600-h/IMG_2610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-1GasUIBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PcQikmptOsw/s400/IMG_2610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251114812386320402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Location : People's Bank Quarters - Nuwara Eliya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-3918918059988132454?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3918918059988132454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3918918059988132454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3918918059988132454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3918918059988132454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/09/looking-at-sun-over-mountains.html' title='LOOKING AT THE SUN OVER THE MOUNTAINS...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-1GasUIBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PcQikmptOsw/s72-c/IMG_2610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3028351887985097381</id><published>2008-09-28T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:37:59.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GIRL ON THE MOVE IS BACK.... TIRED &amp; BUSY...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-ywRZd0yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3FDJDKy-9LU/s1600-h/_wsb_942x628_STRESSED%2BGIRL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-ywRZd0yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3FDJDKy-9LU/s320/_wsb_942x628_STRESSED%2BGIRL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251112232910967586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello people! I’ve been away from my blog for too long, I guess..! I’m staying at home on a Sunday after 3 whole weeks, phew!! Life is getting so busy… and at times, I can’t even imagine how many things we do during one week’s time. So many things to do, yet so little time left! I was thinking what I was up to all this time. I was so damn busy with work, weddings, trips and other must-do things; I totally didn’t have a time of my own to do my things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend was wholly gone for the Nuwara-Eliya trip. It was a 3 day trip with my friends and family. It was good. Saturday, Sunday, Monday for the trip. Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday working late till 9.30 and coming home around 11. Friday, a wedding of a very good friend of mine, in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kandy&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Saturday, I was at work all day. Sunday, thank god, I’m home. Wanted to do and buy so many things, but if I want to buy them today, I have to go out. So I postponed it and stayed home. For the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; time, I missed the Colombo Book Fair. I absolutely had no time to go. This is a sample of one week in my life these days. It’s damn tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mailboxes are piling up… I lost track of time to call my friends…. Rarely see the people at home.. No time to watch a movie… No time to cuddle up and read a book… I miss reading all the weekly newspapers.. No facebook.. I’m developing dark circles under my eyes.. And work is so damn tiring these days. I wonder why our lives have to be so busy. We don’t even have a time to look after ourselves. It’s bad, you know. I wonder when this circle will be over… For most of you out there, I know that the story of your life is almost identical to mine… All we do is, keeping our hopes up and facing the next busy day. Hmmm…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3028351887985097381?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3028351887985097381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3028351887985097381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3028351887985097381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3028351887985097381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-on-move-is-back-tired-busy.html' title='THE GIRL ON THE MOVE IS BACK.... TIRED &amp; BUSY...!!'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-ywRZd0yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3FDJDKy-9LU/s72-c/_wsb_942x628_STRESSED%2BGIRL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3352381231204429232</id><published>2008-09-06T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T06:15:57.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN TO THE WILD....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SMKB_zroDSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YXHRESv8osY/s1600-h/IMG_1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SMKB_zroDSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YXHRESv8osY/s400/IMG_1900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242895849417608482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's Hurulu Wewa and Ritigala Kanda... I captured this on our way to my mom's hometown... It really was a journey to the wild. 3 complete days.. lost in the jungle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-3352381231204429232?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3352381231204429232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3352381231204429232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3352381231204429232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3352381231204429232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-to-wild.html' title='IN TO THE WILD....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SMKB_zroDSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YXHRESv8osY/s72-c/IMG_1900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-6249852093273096072</id><published>2008-09-06T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T05:23:50.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM.... THE NEXT IN LINE.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SMJ2MdnO8wI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FufT5jSxA8M/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SMJ2MdnO8wI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FufT5jSxA8M/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242882872692372226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was a long week for me. We returned yesterday after spending 3days in my mom’s village, for my cousin sis’s wedding. Now that she’s married, the queue of unmarried girls in my mom’s side is finally over… Well.. that’s what I thought at least, till my relatives came up with another topic. ME!! I was hearing the same thing over an over again and suddenly I realized that I’m (yes.. the poor me) is the next in line to be married. Oh no!!! All this time, all my relatives had their eyes on my cousin sis, who just got married. She married a bit late, at 30 (late??) according to my relatives. She had to go through more than 100 proposals to meet her soul mate, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well… they had many questions for me, you see. ‘How old are you now?’ was the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; question. And when I answered ‘27’, they get shocked. ‘Oh no… You’re already too late. When are you going to marry??’ will be the next question. First, it was somewhat annoying. Then I turned it into a word game. Just for all you yet-to-be married girls, regardless of having boyfriends or not, here are a few things you can tell all the curious people out there to get away from the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Oh… I’m already married. Didn’t you know?’ ‘Well… I ran away.. my parents kept it as a secret.’ ‘I’m married, you know. This is my 5 year old son’ and show a kid running around you. And if there’s no kid running around you, tell them ‘Sure thing. I’m getting married next year’. But the next question will be ‘Who’s the lucky guy?’ Then you answer ‘He’s getting the divorce from his wife these days’. For the ‘When can we have a piece of cake from you?’ question.. you say ‘Tomorrow maybe? I’ll buy you a good one from the Sponge’… And here’s a rude one.. ‘When will you invite us for you’re wedding?’ question… you say ‘You won’t be. The list was too big, so I had to cut your name from the list’.. WICKED…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well… being a bit serious, I guess we all have to face this situation when we become 24+. Just because we have reached that age, I don’t think there should be a rush for the marriage. Your parents… relatives… neighbors… family friends… they start to worry about you. It’s good, you know. But some people are just being nosy. I have noted that. I guess the time will solve all things perfectly. I was thinking about my cousin sis. She found the most perfect and the most loving husband for her, in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I see my old school friends in FB, I tend to wonder about marriage too. Most of them are now married. Some are even having kids. Everyday, I see the relationship statuses changing from ‘Single’ to ‘In a Relationship’ to ‘Married’. Most of my friends are married now, I see. Loads of wedding in these few months and yet some more to come in the future! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hmmm.. I’ve never thought of something like ‘I should be married by now’ or ‘OMG! I should marry soon too’. Instead, I just have this little feeling… that I’m definitely gonna marry…. When… that I don’t know. I know this much… he’s exactly the man in my dreams…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-6249852093273096072?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/6249852093273096072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=6249852093273096072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6249852093273096072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/6249852093273096072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmmm-next-in-line.html' title='HMMM.... THE NEXT IN LINE.....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SMJ2MdnO8wI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FufT5jSxA8M/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-4588947179834850182</id><published>2008-08-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:05:45.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KITES.... THEY FLEW....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SLGUuTnuNhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WdE1cvayI8k/s1600-h/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238131364870370834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SLGUuTnuNhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WdE1cvayI8k/s320/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s the weekend… a boring one, rather. Spent the whole weekend at home, watching some movies… cleaning out here &amp;amp; there a bit…. reading and most of all.. missing my friends. I wish this weekend was one like the last one.. I call it Kite Saturday. That Saturday was full of laughs… kites… smiles and loads of air… The weekend I flew kites with my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in love (and will be forever) with kites since I was a kid, I love all the things about kites… Yeah.. I mean ALL the things.. from making them to watching them fly so high… So… last Saturday… we made giant kites, decorated them… and flew them, having loads of fun. They floated in the air like beautiful giant butterflies… They swayed with the air waves, dancing in the sky.. They conquered the sky for the few hours they were roaming in the sky….Shhh.. Know this?? When the kite is dancing in the sky, close your ear to the string of your high-flying kite (I call it the link between earth and the sky).. You can actually hear the sound of the high winds in the farthest skies… Trust me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kites are a very different subject, my friends. Everyone can’t make them properly. You have to know the precise technique to build up the structure. Once you’re done with it, the way you decorate it with papers should give it a proper balance as well. Your creativity matters when you decorate it. The other most important task is handling the kite cleverly, or else, it will break free. Ok.. Those are some serious stuff you should remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kites are so fascinating things. I simply love them all. And you know… my best friend is really good at making them. I’m proud of you my buddy. Why? Cz they were not just kites. They were GIANT kites. And Konga… I missed you so much that day men. Jj, good thing you were not around with your heartless-metalic aircraft of yours, cz our majestic kite-of-a-fairy will simply scare your metallic monster away. Hehe!! Well.. lets see if you can kill that one you KITE KILLER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much my buddy.. for making my day and making that day happen. You’re the bestest kite maker ever… and of coz.. the best kite runner around. See.. I was able to make one of my wild dreams come true… and I’m so very happy about it (thanks to you my best friend!) Life is full of good things if you look around. There are so many things you miss in your lives.. Just don’t wait… Enjoy while you can. Then only you can feel that this life is not as cruel as most people think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this picture? Wow!! Isn’t it?? Well, people… this one belongs to me and my best friend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-4588947179834850182?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/4588947179834850182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=4588947179834850182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4588947179834850182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/4588947179834850182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/08/kites-they-flew.html' title='KITES.... THEY FLEW....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SLGUuTnuNhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WdE1cvayI8k/s72-c/DSC01847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-3413976912865944123</id><published>2008-08-11T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:33:29.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST... THE MONTH OF THE KITES.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SKAGlitXveI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZmKVlyg4bJ8/s1600-h/IMG_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SKAGlitXveI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZmKVlyg4bJ8/s400/IMG_1403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233190009046547938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Noted the first kite of the season in the August sky yesterday morning... Couldn't stand it; so captured it from my camera.. Wow!! It's already August!! The month of the kites!! Can't wait to fly one this season.. Oooo... it's finally happening this weekend.. I can't wait..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4679031889009986076-3413976912865944123?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/3413976912865944123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=3413976912865944123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3413976912865944123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/3413976912865944123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-month-of-kites.html' title='AUGUST... THE MONTH OF THE KITES.....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SKAGlitXveI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZmKVlyg4bJ8/s72-c/IMG_1403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-7489910828183481310</id><published>2008-08-09T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T03:16:01.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONGING FOR THE NORTHERN LIGHTS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SJ1uHD6XE-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/47WhZJpjpFQ/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SJ1uHD6XE-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/47WhZJpjpFQ/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232459409662612450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The night sky is most of the times dark. You see all these tiny stars blinking all over the sky. The moon only chooses to appear for a day or two. Time by time, a shooting start passes by. It’ll just appear and vanish as a blink of an eye; you don’t even have time to make a wish upon it. When I look at the night sky, sometimes I can’t help wondering that our lives are as same as the night sky. You see stars… moon at times… and time by time, a lil surprise like a shooting star. But won’t this ever change???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of Northern Lights?? (&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Aurora&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in particular).. It’s a natural display of colored lights happening in the night sky… Wow!!! Sounds dreamy, isn’t it?? It is!! It’s called the Dance of the Spirits in North, and happens in the Northern Hemisphere, to be particular. The name ‘&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Aurora&lt;/st1:City&gt;’, was given after the Roman goddess of dawn, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Aurora&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Perfect name to choose, isn’t it? Now, let me tell you one famous legend bound with these wonderful Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The ends of the land and sea are bounded by an immense abyss, over which a narrow and dangerous pathway leads to the heavenly regions. The sky is a great dome of hard material arched over the Earth. There is a hole in it through which the spirits pass to the true heavens. Only the spirits of those who have died a voluntary or violent death, and the Raven, have been over this pathway. The spirits who live there light torches to guide the feet of new arrivals. This is the light of the aurora. They can be seen there feasting and playing football with a walrus skull. The whistling crackling noise which sometimes accompanies the aurora is the voices of these spirits trying to communicate with the people of the Earth. They should always be answered in a whispering voice. Youths dance to the aurora. The heavenly spirits are called selamiut, "sky-dwellers," those who live in the sky.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The sky is dark and empty. Suddenly, the dark sky is filled with the colours of the dancing light… Spirits are dancing in the night sky…It takes your breath away… It’s the most wonderful sight you’ve ever seen. Just like that… we all wait for the wonderful Northern Light to appear in our own dark sky. We long for that miracle to appear and lighten up our sky… chasing the shadows of the darkness away.. and brightening up our lives…When the light appears in our sky.. the brightness it will bring is far more than the stars… the moon.. or the shooting stars.. We long.. and wait for that moment to happen in our lives… whatever way. Living your life… hoping for the best to come your way someday… That’s what Northern Lights in your sky are all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-7489910828183481310?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/7489910828183481310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=7489910828183481310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7489910828183481310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/7489910828183481310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/08/longing-for-northern-lights.html' title='LONGING FOR THE NORTHERN LIGHTS....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SJ1uHD6XE-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/47WhZJpjpFQ/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-8328117311122949318</id><published>2008-08-03T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:41:24.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO OVER IT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SJXDN2kFANI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZUcOw3F-AbM/s1600-h/untitledj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SJXDN2kFANI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZUcOw3F-AbM/s320/untitledj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230301185013252306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There are certain things in your life, you have to let go. At a certain point, you always have to let go. Knowing certain things are not worth holding on to, you have to let go. And when you realize that someday, you have to let go, you let go. This song touched my heart so deeply. It’s all about letting go. The video is superb. The last part of the video brought back a certain memory to my mind. Hmmm…. Couldn’t help it. So.. it’s all about letting go. Realize.. let go… and you move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine McPhee&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;b&gt;"Over It"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over your lies, and I'm over your games.&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you asking me, when you know I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;You call me at night, and I pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;And though you've been telling me, I know you're not alone. oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why (your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it (your smile)&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it (realize)&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it, I'm over it , I'm over..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you to be wanting me.&lt;br /&gt;No that ain't no way to be.&lt;br /&gt;How I feel, read my lips, because I'm so over..&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, it's my time, you never were a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt at first, a little bit, but now I'm so over, I'm so over it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over your hands, and I'm over your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to drag me down, and fill me with self-doubt. oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, (your words)&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it (so sure)&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it (I'm not your girl)&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call, don't come by, ain't no use,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, you'll never change,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more crying in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over it.... I'm over it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out the video too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMb9Gok2C2Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMb9Gok2C2Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-8328117311122949318?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/8328117311122949318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=8328117311122949318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8328117311122949318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/8328117311122949318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-over-it.html' title='I&apos;M SO OVER IT....'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SJXDN2kFANI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZUcOw3F-AbM/s72-c/untitledj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4679031889009986076.post-5096072721530406566</id><published>2008-08-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:25:50.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 GHOSTS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SJW_wMgs9yI/AAAAAAAAAIY/et8sFLe9D1M/s1600-h/photo_05_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SJW_wMgs9yI/AAAAAAAAAIY/et8sFLe9D1M/s320/photo_05_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230297376973715234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“This house is not a house. It is a machine. It is a complete and faithful recreation of Basilisks’ design. According to this, (the book) there should be 12 earthbound spirits trapped inside. See these? They represent the black zodiac. They represent the ghosts Cyrus needed to catch. The first born son.. The Torserer.. The bound woman… The withered lover… The torn prince…The angry princess…The pilgrimist… The great child and the dying mother…The hammer…. And here, the sign of hell’s winter; The Jackal…and the Juggernaut… According to Basilisk, the machine requires the energy of these specific spirits in order to bring it to life. Once it engages the spirits are released one by one. The house then draws them to its centre, each one adding its energy to the machine, powering it up”. (Powering it up for what?) To open the eye of hell in front of them”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my favourite part of the movie, where the ghost hunter (played by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shannon Elizabeth) explains the mystery of the house to the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s not particularly a horror movie (it is… but..). I’d rather name it as a ‘ghost story’. I liked the movie. So.. here’s something short and sweet FYI. A very rich collector (Cyrus) of unique things dies and he leaves it all to his nephew and his family. All including his house, his fortune, and his malicious collection of GHOSTS! Released in 2001, the cast includes Tony Shalhoub, Embeth Davidtz, Matthew Lillard, Shannon Elizabeth, Rah Digga, JR Bourne, Alec Roberts, F. Murray Abraham. This is actually the remake of the movie “House on Haunted Hills”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dennis : There are ghosts in the basement!&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: This basement?&lt;br /&gt;Dennis : Of course this basement! What is it with you people? If it was the basement next door I wouldn't give a s**t, would I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tag Line: There are ghosts around us all the time. Most of them don't want to hurt us. But, there are exceptions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4679031889009986076-5096072721530406566?l=kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/5096072721530406566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4679031889009986076&amp;postID=5096072721530406566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5096072721530406566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4679031889009986076/posts/default/5096072721530406566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kemali-thegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2008/08/13-ghosts.html' title='13 GHOSTS...'/><author><name>Kemali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128901623498100688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SN-xQXkSFmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HWMJ-kdh_LU/S220/IMG_0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tJfobsVuZ38/SJW_wMgs9yI/AAAAAAAAAIY/et8sFLe9D1M/s72-c/photo_05_hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
