<?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-9035516611111048657</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:41:53.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jaunty fingerz</title><subtitle type='html'>wanderingz across the keyboard</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jaunty fingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899934899762306012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035516611111048657.post-1558941326767968090</id><published>2009-05-23T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:01:38.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U hurt me Idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div   style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;   font-family:Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I have to watch " Sirasa Superstar " ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is one of ma best friends birthday and we haven't meet up for a long time since all of our friends are busy wih their carriers and other stuff. So we thought of going out for dinner. But one of them claimed above words crashing the whole fun and moods. His voice rang in the phone as if  he is president and he has to address the nation. We didn't want to go out with someone who think "superstars" are more  important than friends. But going without him also irritating us coz he's one of our best friends. So didn't go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Sirasa, dAmN YoU. Look what you have done to peoples' minds. You decorate all the toffees with your colorful marketing icing and slip them through the throats so that no one knows that they've devoured the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hey People out there, Watch out !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't ever let medias to infiltrate into your mind and invade its' peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9035516611111048657-1558941326767968090?l=jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/feeds/1558941326767968090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/addiction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/1558941326767968090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/1558941326767968090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/addiction.html' title='U hurt me Idiot'/><author><name>jaunty fingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899934899762306012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035516611111048657.post-4222903608063197987</id><published>2009-05-21T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:00:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B4 n after d exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I am wondering.When I'm getting ready for an exam, why this world acts like mad ? Yeah. Film halls are screening my favorite movies daily. Cz they know that I can't make my way to there. I'm invited to parties and gatherings cz destiny loves irritating me. And when I sit at my PC to check my mails for a while I come across awesome blogs which pulls my soul in accidently. That's how accidents happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I know how things happen when once exams are over. Cz it keeps happening everytime. No movies to go except dull ones.How the hell they know my exams are over? No gatherings. Seems like everyone is busy. When they ain't busy, no gatherings yet. No one knows why.Awesome things are not coming to me accidently. Even so they do not appear though I searched. Maybe someone remove them from the internet for the times which "exam" is not in my head.And finally despite all the irritations when I tried to go on a trip with some friends, suddenly someone get sick.WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9035516611111048657-4222903608063197987?l=jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/feeds/4222903608063197987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/b4-n-after-d-exams_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/4222903608063197987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/4222903608063197987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/b4-n-after-d-exams_21.html' title='B4 n after d exams'/><author><name>jaunty fingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899934899762306012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035516611111048657.post-6873553416276204878</id><published>2009-05-19T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:29:43.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a shame ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entrytext"&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I heard the sudden ecstatic noise of people and clappings and whistling my eyes were run to their faces and to the TV screen after chasing their stare by curiosity.I was sitting in the canteen and having my lunch with some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;It was not that pleasant scene which were telecasting. A corpse.The corpse of the man who sowed terrorism not only over this little isle but also through out the world. The man who despoil dreams from the eyes of innocent children and put cyanide capsules around their delicate necks.The man who spoiled the youth for the sake of his obsolete selfish Ealam dream and made them sacrifice their valuable lives for it. The man who commanded to plundered innocent peoples possessions for his and his cadres creature comfort. And thousand and one of another things.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Yeah. It's all over. To be precise it's almost over. (Because KP is still living in Malaysia and some suicide bombers are hiding in Colombo). We need to celebrate our nations heroes and our victory. Time has come to cut off  the word "LTTE" from Sri Lankan vocabulary. Thirty years of terrorism and barbarism is melting in the air which drenched in the smell of doughty blood.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;But cheering and whistling at a corpse is an insult to our humanity. It's true that he was the murderer who ran down the cold sweat over the spines of millions of people. But now he has been killed. We must not shout at a dead body. It's just not right i think. Just think cheering over a disgusting body with bulged eyes.I'm not seeing any difference between the barberians who dance around the dead bodies of their enemies just before they tuck them in and us. What a shame???&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/9035516611111048657-6873553416276204878?l=jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/feeds/6873553416276204878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/6873553416276204878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/6873553416276204878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-shame.html' title='What a shame ?'/><author><name>jaunty fingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899934899762306012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035516611111048657.post-454571507548905383</id><published>2009-05-13T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:24:13.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religions and Us</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Vesak poya day. But what's so special with vesak? One of the greatest philosophers who have ever lived, Lord Buddha had born, enlightened and passed away on a day like this. So every year Buddhists all over the world celebrate it with doing a lot of good deeds to show their gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But day before yesterday a monk left a frustrated feeling on my mind. In his preaching he mentioned that he doesn't like collecting goods for people who are coming from no fire zone for safety and they are terrorists and people who helped terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a horrible and disgusting statement especially in front of upasaka and so called upasaka people. What would happen to their calm and peaceful minds? That could be his honest idea. But he must remember that he is a monk who dedicated to heal minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This war is a disgusting thing which has cost thousands of lives already. People who called themselves as Sinhalese and Tamils are on a war in Sri Lanka.(it's almost over by now) But despite their labels when they were lying under soil, the same soil which they were killing each other for, the tears which have shed are same from their relations eyes. You wouldn't recognize tears or blood as Sinhalese or Tamil or any other race. Then what's the point of hating them? We all are in a one race. Human race. Nothing more or less than that. That's what I have used to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that preaching I asked my mom "I'm bit ahead of that monk in our journey through life. What do you say? ". Because she always tells me to be devoted to the religion. She smiled and maintained silence. Because few days earlier there were campaigns to collect goods for refugees and they were collecting wearable clothes and all. I did what I could do at that moment as to my strength. We all are humans and that's what inspired me. Maybe they could be the relations and friends of the terrorists. But whoever they are now they are helpless and need help. I donated some clothes and some of them I haven't worn at all. Mom said she hadn't seen some of those clothes even. That's why she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Buddha was a great thinker. As I know he was kind to his enemies also and even to people who had tried to eliminate him. So if he was there (at that preaching) definitely he would have inspired people in helping refugees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this is the current situation of most of the religions. All the founders who created the religions were great thinkers and humanitarians. They needed to help people out of the messy life and to build a better world. That's why they created religions. But all of the religions are so old and therefore have been customized and commercialized by priests for their own good will for a long time.We are ready to believe whatever they say without thinking twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell ? Are we afraid of anything???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9035516611111048657-454571507548905383?l=jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/feeds/454571507548905383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/religions-and-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/454571507548905383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/454571507548905383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/religions-and-us.html' title='Religions and Us'/><author><name>jaunty fingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899934899762306012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035516611111048657.post-3632695807090509111</id><published>2009-05-04T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:09:33.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 rd Of May</title><content type='html'>That bloody bunch of monkeys came to visit us again.There were about 15 handsoms on the coconut tree beside our well.They were lying on the tree as if they thought it's a sofa.It was really a nice scene to see if it wasn't our well which was under that tree.Ok. No problem. They could stay any longer that they wish if they minded their own businesses.But the problem arose as they thought it's safe to shit out there.Not only around the well but into it too. They tried to add more nutrients to our water by focusing their outlets to our well.At that time I had to declare war on them.As I approached with stones in my hands they started to slip as if they knew that they gonna have a hard time.But it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeeeeeeeees........  Thug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stone was gone whistling through the air and kissed the back of one of them.Showing some kinda circus skills he fled from the place over the roofs.He would have a story to tell to his friends today.Probably they can massage his back with some "wintegino".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt sorry for poor fella.But when look in to the well?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9035516611111048657-3632695807090509111?l=jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/feeds/3632695807090509111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-rd-of-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/3632695807090509111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9035516611111048657/posts/default/3632695807090509111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jauntyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-rd-of-may.html' title='3 rd Of May'/><author><name>jaunty fingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899934899762306012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
