<?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-8459053</id><updated>2011-10-12T06:30:15.276-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='dark'/><category term='forget'/><category term='minorities'/><category term='before'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='sms'/><category term='believe'/><category term='absurdity'/><category term='Funnny'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='Grit'/><category term='free'/><category term='incidents'/><category term='Immortal'/><category term='blank'/><category term='Look Alike'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='Plot'/><category 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Cream'/><category term='crap'/><category term='Bus'/><category term='speech'/><category term='Hot'/><category term='fun'/><category term='tagging'/><category term='president'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='tubelight'/><category term='problem'/><title type='text'>dogfight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-3468968758000990043</id><published>2011-03-06T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:13:47.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycle'/><title type='text'>break the cycle....</title><content type='html'>Everything happens in cycles....evil spreads just the same as a disease....be not faint in what ever you believe in....be creative....break the cycle !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Not my ideas.... many have have said it before I did....but it goes round and round....and round....it should be put to a stop before anyone has to say it again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not crazy but frighteningly true how the cycles happen, every decade,every year, every month, every day.......every second.......every mili second....every nano second.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....it does not end there either.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets break the cycle of evil.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-3468968758000990043?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/3468968758000990043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=3468968758000990043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3468968758000990043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3468968758000990043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2011/03/break-cycle.html' title='break the cycle....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-4899634153986275931</id><published>2011-01-30T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T05:10:47.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you go.... my Loveleee....</title><content type='html'>Where do you go........ I wanna know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss.... its the 90's track by No Mercy. Was very popular those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again after a tired day's work, was headin home in the Train. Was falling asleep while standing. Suddenly I heard this music. It went on for a while. Figured out....It was a ring tone. I tried to see who on earth the owner of the Mobile Phone was. It  was man in his late 50's or early 60's looking like a typical Govt. office clerk who also seem to be returning home. Was pretty strange for someone like him to have such a ring tone. He even had Grey hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. most probably his kids or some friend would have set up the music as the ring tone without his knowledge. Also I'm no judge of which ring tone suites who.... any one can use any ring tone. :D But it was so funny when the music went on as if though he was one big aged Romeo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-4899634153986275931?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/4899634153986275931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=4899634153986275931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4899634153986275931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4899634153986275931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-do-you-go-my-loveleee.html' title='Where do you go.... my Loveleee....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-3556110055893700184</id><published>2011-01-09T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:44:17.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Insanability....</title><content type='html'>I think I'v created a new word for the title....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what the hell was I going to blog about.. oh.. it was abt... wait a minute.... hmm...yeah it was abt the.....damn this confounded memory of mine.... I think it was related to.........let me think....grrrr.....now who disturbed me while I was thinking....Im just typing some crap.....going crazy this new year....getting older  by the second....what the....I still can't remember.....arrrghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........forget it....maybe later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but wait....let me at least wish you all the best....put this blog-post out of its misery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delayed wish..yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-3556110055893700184?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/3556110055893700184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=3556110055893700184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3556110055893700184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3556110055893700184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2011/01/insanittehh.html' title='Insanability....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-4563928997708294394</id><published>2010-11-22T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:46:09.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>WHO said we have to wish on the day before the Exam ????</title><content type='html'>Since this week is the CIMA exam week, as a habit I wish all the freinds I know who are sitting for the exam. I am used to wishing them on the Sunday of the week where the exams starts the following Tuesday. So as usual did the same. (Sent Text messages to them) I get the replies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend A - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thanks !! Exam on Tuesday...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend B &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Thanks !! Exam on Thursday...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend C&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - "Hehe 2 more days to go !! Thanks.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend D - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thanks !! But it is on Wednesday...."&lt;/span&gt; Even my cousin replied in the same manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wots wrong with the wishes being a few days early ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell said we have to wish on the day before the Exam ??.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-4563928997708294394?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/4563928997708294394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=4563928997708294394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4563928997708294394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4563928997708294394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-said-we-have-to-wish-on-day-before.html' title='WHO said we have to wish on the day before the Exam ????'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-3568702221218402039</id><published>2010-10-31T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T06:25:31.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shave'/><title type='text'>What the Hell is Wrong ??</title><content type='html'>I dunno How it happens but it happened. Went to the washroom to take a shave. I was thinking about something else. Accidentally was about to take the toothbrush rather than the razor. Then I paused and told myself No "I'm not gonna brush my teeth now".... A few seconds passed. I went back to what I was thinking. After Five minutes I realized I had brushed my teeth. Damn....What the hell is wrong ?? How can me be so forgetful ?? looks like I'm not agreeing with my self.. YIKES !! beeg problem !! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-3568702221218402039?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/3568702221218402039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=3568702221218402039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3568702221218402039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3568702221218402039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2010/10/again.html' title='What the Hell is Wrong ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-457735903765680991</id><published>2010-08-29T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:17:30.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contract'/><title type='text'>The Contract</title><content type='html'>Again, its a funny story about my crazy uncle and aunt. (who lives next door) I think I'v made them quite famous through my Blog. My uncle does trading and deals with foreign clients. There's a fish stall right in front of my room across the the road. Its pretty noisy and crowded there. One day I heard my aunt running to the fish stall shouting all the way. I didn't take much note thought it sounded pretty funny. Later, after a couple of days i got to know the reason. Hahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle had received an Email of interest by a Chinese client for a Mega contract and he has got a printout of the Email and left it on the table. The Fish stall usually buys old news papers and other scrap paper from the neighborhood at a fair price to wrap fish. It is also a good way to get rid of the unwanted paper as well. By now you could guess what would'v happened. Yes... She had thought this email printout was scrap paper. She would'v thought it was an old user manual for some electronic item seeing the Chinese letters in it. Hehee.... and given it to the Fish Stall. Once uncle started looking for it she realized what she had done and that was the reason I heard he running to the fish stall the other day. I could only help myself to laugh at this. ouch my belly hurts laughing :))) Crazy things Happen !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-457735903765680991?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/457735903765680991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=457735903765680991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/457735903765680991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/457735903765680991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2010/08/contract.html' title='The Contract'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-1734036403625210347</id><published>2010-07-10T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:47:31.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Laughing in the Bus</title><content type='html'>Intercity buses here in Paradise Island are home to many a drama. Here's a short one. One night after work, dog tired, got into an inter city bus. As usual there was a couple at the back and they were very close hugging each other. My eyes were closing due to the tiredness however something kept me awake. After a little while the girl fell asleep on her guy's Right shoulder. A drunk man was also falling asleep......onto the guy's Left Shoulder. Man... the guy seemed so helpless. he didn't wanna make a fuss or move as the girl would wake up. I can see him suffering there but it was so funny mainly due to drunkard. I started laughing and whole bus was looking at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-1734036403625210347?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/1734036403625210347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=1734036403625210347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/1734036403625210347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/1734036403625210347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2010/07/laughing-in-bus.html' title='Laughing in the Bus'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-5286860766090570722</id><published>2010-01-02T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:43:39.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sms'/><title type='text'>Maattuuuu....!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/S07k7qQAcKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/E7Nx4SBaZiQ/s1600-h/text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/S07k7qQAcKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/E7Nx4SBaZiQ/s320/text.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426526314632868002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time I came across a funny situation and manged to crunch the keys and send it to the Blogsphere. There's this uncle of mine whom I have Blogged about as he does some crazy things. Funny Dude. Last Saterday I went to his place (Next Door). He was alone as at home and was taking a drink as aunty had gone on a New Year visit. He wanted to share the Bottle. I said I'm full after Dinner. He forced me to have a Beer at least. I knew that my father was goin to come here in a while or Aunty might return and had to make it quick. So we locked the front door to save a few precious minutes. (Incase Aunt returns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the gate opened.. hear comes aunty.... daamn.... I gulped all the remaining almost chocked.... I think she saw me washing the glass. Then I hear her say, "very nice Uncle and Nephew Locked the door and Drinking...." Maattuuuu..... at least I was not caught red handed. After 5 minutes there comes my father. Phew.... Good thing I finished soon !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then My uncle wanted me to reply all his Christmas and New Year Text messages as he was not a pro at typing on the Mobile keypad. Meanwhile he was talking to a friend over the Land phone who was asking him if he received his New Year Text. So I replied all with some cool messages. There comes the replies saying "Thanks !! You can be an expert at this" and so on (thinking my uncle had replied).....He calls up and asks his friends how his replies are....I can see him having a stomach embracing Laugh !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the following Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there again. Uncle was having a Local Whisky. Again I Joined. Aunty was not around. When she came both had finished. Uncle was kinda high. Aunt was wondering howcome uncle got high.... She thought she locked the wine cupboard..... Wot the.... the bottle had been outside when she locked the cupboard.... ouch.... Once again I can see him having a stomach embracing Laugh !!!! I too joined it. Insane yeah... but was fun!! Its still the beginning of the year....Long way to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-5286860766090570722?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/5286860766090570722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=5286860766090570722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5286860766090570722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5286860766090570722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2010/01/maattuuuu.html' title='Maattuuuu....!!!!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/S07k7qQAcKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/E7Nx4SBaZiQ/s72-c/text.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-3008410137359340522</id><published>2010-01-01T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:21:01.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>New Year SMS</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone got the SMS from the PRESIDENT for the New Year. Tried Replying to the President. Didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How if we were allowed our New Year Wishes Texts to be sent free of charge through Bulk SMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-3008410137359340522?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/3008410137359340522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=3008410137359340522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3008410137359340522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3008410137359340522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-sms.html' title='New Year SMS'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-7387180501155479619</id><published>2009-11-02T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:45:04.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limbs'/><title type='text'>Knock Onnn!!</title><content type='html'>My limbs seem to knock on almost each and every object at home. Either on a door, a cabinet, a chair. Every time I walk. Wonder if I'm not walking straight. But it happens all the time. And with so much force. I can't remember doing it on purpose. Geezz something's radically wrong !! Its crazy.... so wots new.... Haha. &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-7387180501155479619?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/7387180501155479619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=7387180501155479619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7387180501155479619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7387180501155479619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2009/11/kock-onnn.html' title='Knock Onnn!!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-8909459325049429834</id><published>2009-10-04T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:24:18.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufferring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minorities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>They could not believe it was happening</title><content type='html'>Was watching Band of Brothers. It was the part where the Company stumbles upon the first concentration camp. The sight of the tortured Jews almost dropped the food from my mouth back to the plate. (Got a nice plate of Hot Hot Roti with Chicken Gravy) The starvation, suffering what a crime !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could not believe it was happening in the 20th Century. Even now we can't believe that  some deny that it ever happened. This was the Nazis' answer to the "Jewish Question". Would it be any other groups' answer to similar fanatical "made up".... "Questions" ???? Time has spoken....Only Hope it'll have mercy on the children of the future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-8909459325049429834?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/8909459325049429834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=8909459325049429834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/8909459325049429834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/8909459325049429834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-could-not-believe-it-was-happening.html' title='They could not believe it was happening'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-1860791356239515884</id><published>2009-08-22T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:36:46.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Its Not Yet Christmas !!</title><content type='html'>Was watching an old episode of The X - Files. In this one, it is Christmas time and  Scully tries to find a relationship between a small girl to her own sister who look very similar. She comes to a conclusion it was a secret child of her sister. However her family says she's trying to come to terms with the fact that she can't have children after her abduction and therefore come up with all these theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Christmas day she gets a Lab Report which says the child is actually her  own daughter as per the tests. Well, terrible news as the child could have been created using her DNA extracted during her abduction. In a different sence, keeping with the spririt of Christmas, she got what she wanted on Christmas day. Got to know she's a mom !! What an excellent Plot for the story !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took sometime for me to realize this. Then I looked at my Phone to see if I'v got what I was waiting for.... Nope !! Then I realized its not yet Christmas.... at Least for me !! heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-1860791356239515884?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/1860791356239515884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=1860791356239515884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/1860791356239515884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/1860791356239515884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-christmas-yet.html' title='Its Not Yet Christmas !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-3411204356780841683</id><published>2009-05-13T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:53:44.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream'/><title type='text'>ICE CREAM !!</title><content type='html'>Can't get enough of it these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the Best considering the popular ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, its..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Highland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elephant House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kotmale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cargills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Is it the same for everyone ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-3411204356780841683?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/3411204356780841683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=3411204356780841683&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3411204356780841683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3411204356780841683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2009/05/ice-cream.html' title='ICE CREAM !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-5764624152869084230</id><published>2009-04-02T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:09:30.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO Justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO fairness'/><title type='text'>Fair ?? Justice ?? 'da hell !!</title><content type='html'>Life's not fair Lets face it !!.... but can't any gripe go up, down, sideways, at an angle.. to where ever to sort things out ?? at all ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i see happening to most people and has happened to me many a time. Some injustice befalls us and we react (not necessarily the right way) But we are judged and humiliated for the reaction of even peeenalized. Nothings been told of the initial injustice that triggered all this. Its forgotten. But what happened after gets the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man / woman would say "hold your temper don't take eye for eye, its not worth it". True, but why does the trigger seem all so innocent ?? as if it was for the good of the recipient....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings we'll never know ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-5764624152869084230?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/5764624152869084230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=5764624152869084230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5764624152869084230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5764624152869084230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2009/04/fair-justice-da-hell.html' title='Fair ?? Justice ?? &apos;da hell !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-2550766081420631007</id><published>2009-03-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:36:07.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immortal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grit'/><title type='text'>GRIT Can do....</title><content type='html'>The&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SPIRIT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Universal........ Truly Unique........ Time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immemorial&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words fail me........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-2550766081420631007?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/2550766081420631007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=2550766081420631007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/2550766081420631007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/2550766081420631007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2009/03/grit-can-do.html' title='GRIT Can do....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-9162457100320308524</id><published>2008-12-09T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:34.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Look Alike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuk-Shaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leave'/><title type='text'>Who da THREE ??</title><content type='html'>What an year its been. Can't believe its ending. Finally managed to get my Annual Leave approved. Have 15 Left. Yet I only got 11 due to tight deadlines and work schedule. Ideally should have utilized the Leave to study for the Exam but ended up getting them only at the year end. (to eat and sleep I guess..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, something I wanted to Blog about for some time. Ever heard of the myth / fact.... whatever of the 7 Look-alikes ?? Sometimes I take a tuk-tuk from Galle Road to my place. Half way down the Road the bugger turns the wheeler to the Right (to a gravel Road). Then I ask "Koheda Yanney ??" (where the Hell u goin ??) "why you live down that Lane" comes the reply. Then I say "No I Don't, go straight down the main Road" He says "theres someone who looks just like you in that Road". Hmm.... Okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hundred meters down he turns to the Left. Again, What the hek ?? same story. Another one (Quite close to my place too). Then I get down at my place. He says "Oh so you live here". (Most of the Tuk-shaw (ado I crafted this word Okay...) guys knows me and all my relatives in the area. - ya know I Rock the place....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they mistakenly try to take the other guys to my place. Hope not !! This happens quite often when I take a Tuk-shaw which is relatively new to the area. Even my sis had faced this situ where the Tuk-shaw guy had turned to the road on the Right thinking she lives there. My father also had seen one of these guys and had thought it was me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I am the Only one Like me and theres no other.... (thought i was the worst case scenario....:)))) I don't beleive it !!.... Looks like I've got company. In the same road too !! and I've never seen 'em !! 3 outa the 7 livin quite close to me. Wonder where the remaining 4 are....Spooky shit !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-9162457100320308524?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/9162457100320308524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=9162457100320308524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/9162457100320308524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/9162457100320308524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-da-three.html' title='Who da THREE ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-245367819147550206</id><published>2008-10-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:29:55.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unreasonable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unjust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absurdity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unequitable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Thats it !!</title><content type='html'>I'm losing faith in the words &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Justice, Fairness..&lt;/span&gt; who found dat damn concept ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-245367819147550206?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/245367819147550206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=245367819147550206&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/245367819147550206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/245367819147550206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-it.html' title='Thats it !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-8162128784326940621</id><published>2008-08-17T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:37:31.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Its dark. I can only see your TEETH</title><content type='html'>Had a concert + party at work - Bollywood Style. I was enjoying the performances. (did take part too) The audience was in the dark so as to light up the stage,  when the girl in front of me gives a thundering "HI".... Im thinkin who the........ I saw some teeth.... some moments passed for the return "HI" to pop out of me.... err....well then the usual whining....."you didn't recognize me blah blah .....cough..cough. aehhmm.. she's quite dark and very irritating when in the whining mode, you know what I mean. I gathered my self not to utter " I couldn't see you in the dark"......  (but I did see your teeth and recognized your voice.)  Then the one next to her suddenly remembers me calling up the concierge guy (who's normally called up to send flowers to the better halves) and accuses me of sending flowers.  Hmm.... now I feel I should not have held back my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOTE : No offence to the dark complexion. just that this one happened to be a bit of a character !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Phelps reminds me of certain batsman who often score half the runs (in the SL Totals) in Test Matches. Seems to be situ at the mo. Must wait and see if the the States can bag more Golds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-8162128784326940621?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/8162128784326940621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=8162128784326940621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/8162128784326940621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/8162128784326940621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-dark-i-can-only-see-your-teeth.html' title='Its dark. I can only see your TEETH'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-3118671294963366140</id><published>2008-06-01T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:04:01.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream.... is to Fly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over the Rainbow….. so… High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I almost did. Heh heh yeah. Yesterday, amidst all the explosions, one of my dearest buddies decided to say his Good byes and head for one of the Oily Nations. Had a farewell for him at the Colombo Rowing Club. Woo Awesome spot. !! Time was right for a shot (Yeah only 50 ml. That’s all. A rare occurrence !!) for old time’s sake, and God only knows I'll get to chill out at the Rowing Club ever again. Second time though for me. Once I got a chance to savor the delicious food and a cup of tea when I was involved in setting up the sound system for the annual Regatta during school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, Thats not reason to go flying high. I was crossing the road to go to the club (From the Regal Cinema side to the area where there are the Air Force check points.) I was walking right into some military guys. Hold it… one guy was holding an RPG and another taking his pic from the Phone cam. Then they saw me crossing the road and coming towards them. Holy God…. they gave me the looks, staring right at me. I was expecting the weapon to be directed at me. I almost visualized it and was also wondering why such a massive one for a Stick like me. Fortunately or unfortunately they stopped the gaze and my chances of flying high were vanished. Well this too was the second time for me as once I was targeted by some STF personnel with machine guns when I tried to cross the Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Friday we had a party at office. (A Paduru Party) and would you believe it ??&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;your’s truly was in charge of the Liquor. I don’t consume normally and definitely not at work. Hmm 16 White Rum, 15 OR, 2 Old Arrack on the menu. It went ofF well with some remaining. Also had to drive a friends car back home since the bugger had consumed and the cops don't have mercy these days. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must mention the madness of the traffic plans. Closing some roads, making some One Way and changing plans at different times. We’re all messed up I think. Anyhoo.. still looking for a chance to &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Fly….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over the Rainbow….. so… High&lt;/span&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/8459053-3118671294963366140?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/3118671294963366140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=3118671294963366140&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3118671294963366140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3118671294963366140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dream-is-to-fly.html' title='My dream.... is to Fly....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-7762507986549351529</id><published>2008-04-13T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:27.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Free Lunch !!!! Who said "NO" ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/SAJC7YJclMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Quk8v47GG7E/s1600-h/bill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/SAJC7YJclMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Quk8v47GG7E/s200/bill.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188783308546020546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH Yeahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Dine with dogfight and get the bill wiped off. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe it. This happened twice..Once I went out for Lunch with my Department Mates. Everyone ordered Submarines etc. whereas I ordered Fried Rice and Fish. And guess what, the Rice &amp;amp; Fish wasn't Billed. I did pass a comment saying it was not that good !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday being a Half Holiday went to the same place with a friend. I told him lets see if it happens again. I ordered a Sub and he ordered a chicken preparation. Half way he saw that the chicken was raw !! What the .... so he had a word or two for the waiter and the manager. However he ordered another Fish and Chips. By this time the manager stated the words I wanted to hear. "Bill on the house" But wait I was about to be charged for the Sub when my friend protested. So so..we had a free Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its a terrible thing to be served with raw food. Needless to say my friend was cursing my rotten Luck which made him eat Raw Chicken but had the Bill waived off. I'm wondering if my luck would apply for an hour or two of POOL upstairs. Have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Captions on the Bill and the Prices are fictitious.. except for the Submarine....)&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/8459053-7762507986549351529?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/7762507986549351529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=7762507986549351529&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7762507986549351529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7762507986549351529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-free-lunch-who-said-no.html' title='There is a Free Lunch !!!! Who said &quot;NO&quot; ????'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/SAJC7YJclMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Quk8v47GG7E/s72-c/bill.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-6968285201765586268</id><published>2008-02-24T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:30:43.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months Down the Road</title><content type='html'>Its already the Last Week of Feb. What a long time it took me to put up  a Blog Post !! Oh.. 3 out of the 4  I mentioned as expecting have delivered. 2 girls and one boy. So much has happened upto now this year. Country is taking a turn I dunno where to. I feel tired and worn out. So many decisions to make. So much at stake. More than anything I hate to worry even if there are serious problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I went to Big City because I wanted to change a 1K note. (Now I'm used to the purging face of the cashiers who I think have noted me drying out their change money) A beggar couple who were there were asking me for money as I walked out. I hope I was wrong on how they addressed me but I'm quite certain it sounded Like this. (one after the other) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mahaththayoo...................Babooo............................Yakooooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din't even turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I rush off. should we have a definite aim in life. What if so many convenient opportunities fall onto your plate (career wise) and you make use of it, regardless of it being or not being what your aim in life is. Also attaching Qualifications which are in demand. I'm confused in deep shit. I hate to give in. Damn !! Pretty hard to find my feet in all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I will never let it dampen my spirits !! loads of work in the pipeline and hopin to make maximum use of the Long weekends that we are blessed with this year. (of course should go trippin !!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-6968285201765586268?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/6968285201765586268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=6968285201765586268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/6968285201765586268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/6968285201765586268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-months-down-road.html' title='Two Months Down the Road'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-7976343290591238697</id><published>2007-12-18T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:28.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/R2f2xTLkC6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AKrsKZCzOMM/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/R2f2xTLkC6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AKrsKZCzOMM/s320/train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145352426116877218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I managed to find some peace of mind to put up a post. But nevertheless, I noticed the Blogsphere heating up with so many posts from my fellow Bloggers. And Oh !! The people I’ve mentioned in my previous post are gonna fall due one after the other next year. And so is my cousin and 2 wives of other cousin’s. Holy God !! its boom time or wot ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. It’s a lovely but dangerous experience nowadays - Traveling by Train. So many things to talk about the Train culture of Sri Lanka. I use this method of transport simply because there’s no traffic involved and its pretty fast. Since I’ve switched to the train I’ve learned the awesome sub culture of the Train Life. Thought I would share a bit with the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get into a small click of friends who travel in the same train and so do many others commuters. Those that travel long distances have formed groups which are so tightly knit. They would not allow us to get in to their carriages or occupy their seats. They’ve become so territorial. However, if a lovely girl gets in, some guy would move a bit and give room for her to sit. Damn it !! Maybe just for the aathal of leaning on to her for about half an hour. Bloody arses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These groups are so mindful of each other. One day I heard a group blasting a fellow member. I though the poor guy had done some crime. Well the CRIME was going in a different train the previous day. Hows that ?? So does my click who bully each other so much if one person misses to join the group a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the fact it has become deadly dangerous and prime targets for terrorist attacks, people have their fun. There are always people singing songs. Once, I was suddenly pushed aside. To see there were 4 men, 2 on either side playing cards, and they wanted me to bugger off. So I did without being a spoil sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not forget to mention the lovely scenery of the ocean and the beaches (I travel along the coastal track) which I’m privileged to witness each day. It’s an awfully beautiful sight while traveling by train. And also some of the Landmarks out of which the heavenly sight of school (reminiscences of billions of jolly times) will never get tired of sighting. What better way to kick off a brand new day !! To add to this, the talent is quite good on the trains (chicks !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unpleasant part of it is when the trains get delayed and is over crowded. Also Rainy  Days. (Some carriages leak !!)  Man it’s a mess. But one day where the signal system crashed the trains functioned quite smoothly (not to forget they were late). We hardly get a seat in the train as it is so crowded when we get in. Once, there was couple of cancellations which made us think strategically. The next train going away from our station (not towards Fort) would turn and head to Fort in the nearby main Railway Station. So we got in, it was empty since the next stop was the last southward stop, and from there it would head back to Fort. Since we managed to get in at that time, we all managed to sit together for the first time in our lives. (Other days we only get to travel either near the door or on the foot board.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so much persuaded stop this form of traveling and switch to a car. Well I’m considering that option but even though I start to travel by car, I would invariably try to make a few trips a week in the train because it is such an amazing experience. If the authorities can improve the standards, it would be the most preferred mode of transport I’m sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/R2f3jTLkC7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/RrAl_ZcUTAM/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/R2f3jTLkC7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/RrAl_ZcUTAM/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145353285110336434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Marine Drive with the Bambalapitiya Railway Station seen far off. (The shot was taken to include in another post last year. However the situation became obsolete. But I thought I’ll post the pic nevertheless.  (Taken by Your's Truly from a Nokia 6020)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my fellow bloggers are bracing yourselves for Christmas and having a ball of a time. I managed to get ADSL (not setup yet, Shame on me. I know.  But there were complications !!) at home. (Damn late I know, might as well waited a bit and gone for WIMAX. He hee….) Have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-7976343290591238697?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/7976343290591238697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=7976343290591238697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7976343290591238697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7976343290591238697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/12/train-life.html' title='Train Life'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/R2f2xTLkC6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AKrsKZCzOMM/s72-c/train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-5505501392998036527</id><published>2007-10-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:32:30.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting !! Expecting !!  Expecting !!  Wot the....</title><content type='html'>There seem to be a baby boom in the work place. My goodness lotsa girls getting pregnant. I see the plastic container with fruits in it... Daily !! Gettin used to seeing it everyday. One day I went to Head Office for some work. I was workin for some time, and lifted my head to see an identical plastic container with fruits. Now I’m wondering.... Am I at my normal workplace or at Head Office ?? I dint have lunch, feelin bit wonky, but I do remember comin to Head Office. Took me some time to click. The girl here is also pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... 3 who work closely with me are…. Expecting !! One friend tells me. "Macho looks like you are responsible for all 3".... What the !! I’m wandering is it some kinda season ? or just mere coincidence ? Anyways, my buddies who read my blog-crap (yeah.. more or less) can do me favor by advising me on how to behave when I’m around them. You know me, might make fun or say stuff I shud not (unintentionally of course but to have some fun). Soo Stop me !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-5505501392998036527?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/5505501392998036527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=5505501392998036527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5505501392998036527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5505501392998036527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/10/expecting-expecting-expecting-wot.html' title='Expecting !! Expecting !!  Expecting !!  Wot the....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-6514857429307647105</id><published>2007-09-09T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:28.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hype the SPOOK ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RuQ8Yo5diwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N4p_GkZbQQo/s1600-h/ghost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RuQ8Yo5diwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N4p_GkZbQQo/s200/ghost.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108274271337941762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don’t remember how it started but we started to talk about ghosts. I went on a Department trip to Balangoda. Not even half an hour in to the journey the topic was Ghosts and the supernatural. We wanted to watch a Horror movie but ended up watching “See no Evil” which was another genre and we watched it in the morning. Hope I can put up some pics of the trip. (I’m very bad at uploading pics. Still my Facebook profile has the thundering Question Mark for the Photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting topic. Actually one guy said he saw ghosts and even his mom sees ghosts. Well I’m yet to see one. But I’ve heard so many stories about them. Some do rounds in the Gardens at night. Some hurt people. Some evil spirits are bound to people. So many stories about the Borella Kanaththa. Then someone said that a particular school used to be a military hospital in WW2. And the boarder’s toilet had been the place where there were tubs to wash the dead bodies. The sound of the water dripping to the tubs can still be heard. I think they were referring to my school. But I haven’t heard about it while I was there. However the area where the school is situtated did have a Military Hospital during the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One story which I believe is credible was from a preacher. He, with some others were praying in a house to cast out a an evil spirit which haunted the house. They had ordered the spirit to break a branch of the Mango tree in the Garden when he’s been cast out. After hours of prayers, Sharp at 12.00 midnight …. they heard a loud Hooting……. followed by a ‘Crack’ noise. To see a branch had been broken from the Mango tree. While I was typing this post (it was in the night) I heard someone knocking softly at the window….. It was my Aunt….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the discussion turned toward faith healing, casting daemons, miracles etc. Each person tried to give an explanation. Me, like a Pandithaya told “well whatever you believe in happens in your mind, and then… it materializez” wow where the hell did that thought come from ?? Everyone seemed convinced. Fooof !! I just spilled it outa the blues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-6514857429307647105?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/6514857429307647105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=6514857429307647105&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/6514857429307647105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/6514857429307647105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/09/hype-spook.html' title='Hype the SPOOK ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RuQ8Yo5diwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N4p_GkZbQQo/s72-c/ghost.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-4957337693379288143</id><published>2007-08-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:28.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conscience'/><title type='text'>MaWWWWWH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RtRPDY5ditI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Mrv60PzeHY/s1600-h/road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RtRPDY5ditI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Mrv60PzeHY/s400/road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103791197359278802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard a Cow howl in agony for the loss of her calf ?? That’s something I just cannot bare. Coupla days before, similar thing happened. There’s a repairing of a culvert going on close to my place. Throughout the night, with the aid of Spots illuminating the whole area, work goes on. The “BRRRRR” sound of the generator and the noise of the trucks are deafening at times. One night I heard a different noise. I knew it, yes it was a cow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it had lost its way. Since the construction is going on no one can cross that area. Only a dangerous, one foot wide pathway is available for people to carefully walk by. This innocent creature was searching for the road which treads on so frequently, not aware of the construction, or the existence of the small pathway, the entrance to which was partially blocked by a huge truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what happened afterwards. I sincerely hope it found its way using another road. Who knows it must’v been hungry and wanted to get home, or worst case, looking for the calf. There was no way someone could guide it through the narrow pathway, or ask it, what the problem was. Have we created hell for animals who are equal owners of the earth. Only difference I know is that Human Beings have a conscience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-4957337693379288143?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/4957337693379288143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=4957337693379288143&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4957337693379288143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4957337693379288143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/08/mawwwwwh.html' title='MaWWWWWH'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RtRPDY5ditI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Mrv60PzeHY/s72-c/road.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-8304173252766261569</id><published>2007-08-05T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:31:10.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mania'/><title type='text'>The Last of It</title><content type='html'>Hell I was tagged again. This time by the &lt;a href="http://divine3.blogspot.com"&gt;Lady&lt;/a&gt;.  This is the last of it. NO more Tags on me. Last time Miss Darwin tagged me I was furious and almost swore at her. Now yoooo.... GRRRrrr....FffWthokrFkgHrrrr.... u..  I hate the tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I believe I was put on this earth for a purpose (which I still haven’t figured out) and I would like to leave this place as a better person Than I was when I came to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love the great out-doors. Yeah Nature…. and Camping. Out in the open, in the jungles and under starry skies is a feeling like no other.  Those are experiences of a lifetime. Recently, an Elephant charged at us while observing them at Kaudulla, Habarana. But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a Temper. Would shout, scream, be aggressive….. and get myself injured. Heh heh….But after that, its gone. NO Poison Trees. NO hidden bad feelings in the long term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pests annoy me. Simply because I need the peace of mind of being alone at times. Seeking Solitude !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. NO one special. Everybody means something special to me in their own special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Women…. Yeah generally attracted to Slim, Fair, Smart chicks. Not strictly though.. Flexibility is always an option as far as the inside is beautiful. Errr…. I mean the personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don’t party often, if not at all. Not a necessity to take a shot. Only at precious priceless moments. I’m an ordinary man, and the common drink of ours would do. (Reserve, Reserve) Wouldn’t mind a prestigious shot though if offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… I’m not gonna give anybody trouble by Taggin ‘em…. Will end it here. Sorry Tagger-maniacs..... Aaaand Sloth, Darwin, Spectral, Child, Definition, Rasti, Dilsiri. Thank me for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; tagging you......... you’re Welcome !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-8304173252766261569?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/8304173252766261569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=8304173252766261569&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/8304173252766261569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/8304173252766261569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-of-it.html' title='The Last of It'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-3682250094763553044</id><published>2007-07-22T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:57:17.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History....Re-think ??</title><content type='html'>First time I'm posting two at once. Maybe due to the drought of posts in the recent past. Anyway here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard an opinion on how our country got to the state we are in. Supported by statistics, It is clear that since the British left, the exchange rate (take US$ and GBP for instance) increased with sudden rises in the 60s and 70s. Basically the people who ruled the country ruined it because of their greed for power, ego and money. All of them. It is a fact that our country was ruled by a few wealthy high class families. Still is (maybe not the current leader). And all the booming businesses were handed to the relatives, friends and associates. Our grand parents’ generation  would have led a quality life as they enjoyed the immediate good quality of life left by the British, even an ordinary citizen who worked in the civil service. But not the current generation of ordinary people. (I’m just unfolding this opinion, I’m yet to agree with it but the facts are true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on to say that our struggle for freedom was not the one that brought about our freedom. But since the British had no reason to stay here after giving independence to India, they left giving independence to Sri Lanka as well. Which makes Mahatma Ghandi the orchestrator our own independence as well. This is alarming but if it is the truth, its damning. Even the rebellions that came along were a single person’s objective (dishonest of course) actioned by the youth who believed the leaders were genuine. Our country seem to have a fine line of traitors (most of them in the higher planes of society at those times) who changed their religion(for individual and political gain), who betrayed the kings and also tipped off the ordinary people’s rebellions such as Weera Puran Appu, Gongaley Goda Banda and the brave Buddhist Monks, to the British. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now I will continue this discussion in future as there are so many strings attached to this. Also it goes on to rethink our history. I kept it very brief as I'm stuck for time. I’m definitely gonna research more on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-3682250094763553044?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/3682250094763553044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=3682250094763553044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3682250094763553044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3682250094763553044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/07/historyre-think.html' title='History....Re-think ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-4659031354799531439</id><published>2007-07-22T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:48:12.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tubelight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blank'/><title type='text'>Say What U Wanna Say</title><content type='html'>Have this happened to you or am I the only unlucky soul experiencing this. I say what I don’t wan’t or should not have said, sometimes the total opposite of what I had in mind. Terrible communication problem. Has lightning struck my wires ?? Thing is, thoughts don’t come quickly to my head. So  to keep the conversation going I say something. Hell, I can’t look blank. Once, I was asked what my hobbies were. I eneded up uttering some crap although after some hours I realized I’ve got some interesting hobbies (including Blogging) and should have mentioned those.  Creepeeeee…Spookeee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the eventuality, People get the wrong impression about me. (Like I can stop it.. heh heh….) That’s something I hate. But I feel I should not give it so much mind. Just be myself. Its tough to be myself sometimes. Worst part is if they think I’m wiered. The fact that I stick to my guns most of the time makes me a bit different and might add to the weird notion. Awww…. What the… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get to scan the blogsphere very often like I used to. I miss it because I miss the freedom and the carefree, commitment free atmosphere in it. Say what u wanna say, just like that. Even if I utter crap, no issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-4659031354799531439?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/4659031354799531439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=4659031354799531439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4659031354799531439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4659031354799531439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-what-u-wanna-say.html' title='Say What U Wanna Say'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-1452437046469629610</id><published>2007-05-31T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:04:05.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its been quite some time since I last put up a post or did a bark in any of the blogs I normally visit. Man I must’v missed out on a lot of happenings. Reasons being, Had Exams, found a new Job and the usual work at home. So there were the usual procedures of resignation and starting with the new and of course drilling a hole in my stupid brain to pour in the subject material and the calculations because, I have this habbit of going completely blank in exams. Good thing it didn’t happen this time to a large extent. Phew!! Not to forget the daily chores at home and also providing security to my cousin’s at the moment building, upstair house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well that was what kept me occupied and OH!! My wretched PC gave trouble and was at repairs for more than a week. So it’s with a new Mother Board and won’t believe only recently installed Windows XP!! How pathetic is that???? All this time I was on Windows 2000. What a crime!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyheehaww, I may not be able to be posting regularly as I used to because the new work could be pretty demanding. I’m not in a hurry to stop posting as its quite a jolly feeling to be in the blogsphere. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope everyone’s keeping well and happy no matter what problems there may be. Let then off the mind, at least for a while. I’m telling ya people, its easier said than done, but believe me its worth it !! (hey, hey don’t forget to address the issues after you come down to planet earth from the blogsphere) Damn hard isn’t it, to tell yourself “everythings gonna be alright, everythings gonna be alright “ I dunno how Bob Marley manages to say it with such ease. Great song though “No Woman No Cry” yeah eyah…. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was going through a souvenir my father got from a sing-along session featuring the Gypsies and Mariazelle. It had the lyrics of all the old time Golden Chimes. Home on the Range, Country roads, a load of Jim Reeves Classics and of course my favorite Popular Sinhala songs (Lo Ada Nindey, Sanda Wata Ran Tharu, Sala Lihini Kowul etc….) and Baila. Must ‘v been awesome to sing along. I saw the tickets lying at home but did not pay much attention. Now only I realize these souvenirs were for that event. And here’s one of my all time favorites,&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Swing Lo Sweet chariot ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coming for to carry me Home……&lt;br /&gt;Swing Lo Sweet chariot……..&lt;br /&gt;Coming for to carry me Home………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I looked over &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jordan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and what did I see ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coming for to carry me Home……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A band of angels comin’ after me……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coming for to carry me Home………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you get to heaven before I do ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coming for to carry me Home……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just tell my friends I’m comin’ too……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coming for to carry me Home………”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Going to heaven ?? with friends ??????.... &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hmmm….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;monawa unath&lt;/b&gt;….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One more…. One more….. !!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&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/8459053-1452437046469629610?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/1452437046469629610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=1452437046469629610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/1452437046469629610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/1452437046469629610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-3102054859589286230</id><published>2007-04-15T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T08:20:54.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><title type='text'>I see THEM.... I see THEM NOT !!</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remembered an incident that happened some time (years) back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bus stand after lectures with a friend. I saw him checking out a nice chick. Well I also turned round and was checking her out although I could see from the corner of my eye she was with a guy. They were quite close to us. I didn't care just kept on looking. My friend suddenly laughed and turned around and said something. I didn't hear that right. Later we got into the bus and I asked him what he said. He said "Machang.... that girl was with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S. &lt;/span&gt;I think its his girl" Bloody Hell......... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; is friend of mine who was also  at the same place I went for classes. Shit I didn't notice him. Now what. He must have thought I'm a moron. So the next day I thot I'd go and apologize even if I get hammered by this guy ( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;) because he must have invariably seen me fixin my gaze at his girl. So I went and told him "very sorry machang didn't see you". He was laughing like hell saying, "I saw u, u bugger,  it was funny hahahaa". That was damn emmmm (embarrasing) Mostly, I felt bad because he was a nice guy who isn't the pada show (show off) type. Hope they are living happily ever after !! I'm very careful after that because if he was a hothead he would have blown my head off, but if so I wouldn't have felt guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few of my sister's friends come and complain to her that I see them somewhere but do not come and talk to them. errr.... yeah sometimes I see some of them I'm not sure whether its them or someone else. Some even look in such a mood it scares the shit out'uv me. Hmm.... next time I'm gonna talk wha the hell !! Even if its not one of her friends who knows could be a potential contact. hew ew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the happening of the week. My maniac uncle (I've talked about him quite a lot) normally has a bottle (Gin) ready for the World Cup Cricket matches where SriLanka play. He finishes the bottle and wrecks havoc. I go to his place to watch the match and talk all the bullshit, horse shit and what not crap in the world. He often calls up a friend and makes noises to bully them just when someone is about hit the winning run or about to hit a hundred. When Italy and France were kicking penalties in the FIFA WC Final, he, nicely sitting in front of the TV,  phone in hand, called a friend and bullied him till the penalty shootout was over. That bugger was mad because he missed the climax of the entire tournament. Thursday he had bought a bottle of Gin for the SL vs NZ  match.Match starts at 7 pm local time. To see he had finished the bottle while watching the highlights of the previous day's match shown that afternoon. So for the night, "hulang thamai" He sits like Oliver Twist with no food !!  I'm waiting to see what happens during the Aussie match. Anyway, Go SRI LANKAAAA......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-3102054859589286230?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/3102054859589286230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=3102054859589286230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3102054859589286230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3102054859589286230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-see-them-i-see-them-not.html' title='I see THEM.... I see THEM NOT !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-169389281519999329</id><published>2007-03-25T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:32:54.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bombs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tubelight'/><title type='text'>Whot’s Happening ??</title><content type='html'>Oh Brother, the Tigers managed to put a bird up over Katunayake. So they haven’t been watching the Bermuda Bangladesh Match to off load the bombs at Midnight. Hmm or was it during the break?? Which means they don’t care who goes to the Super eight. Anyway they can watch the highlights. I’m thinking, since they boast of having an Air Wing, why not a Cricket Team. Now now this is no Joke. Hope everything settles down. Grievances to those who lost loved ones and hope the wounded will be out of danger. Spare a thought for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning I was browsing through the TV channels and stumbled upon MAX TV broadcasting an Indian News Program (NDTV) The Host was speaking to many correspondents from various parts of India regarding Friday’s World Cup Cricket Match. Everyone including the correspondents and the Host was dejected and commenting Negative. They spoke to various people who said they are disappointed and are dejected the fact that they watched the match. One woman said “c’mon we Lost to the Lankan Tigers” wot the…. We aren’t Tigers, but Lions and are as good as any professional Cricket team. That woman should learn to present her fact accurately rather than vomiting emotion. Take That!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they asked a young fan what she has to say. I little girl of about 8 years with her hands folded said the most amazing thing, “Wining and Losing are part of the Game. Let’s hope for better luck next time.” She had the courage to be different. WOW. That was very sweet!! (Certain words are not in my vocabulary, especially ‘sweet’, but on this occasion it seems suitable) They should learn a lesson from our people also how take victory and defeat. Anyhoooo GO Sri Lanka…. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I remembered that 25th was my cousin's birthday. So I rang him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;            :Hello Aiya, many happy returns of Yesterday !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cousin&lt;/span&gt;    : Why ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;            : Yesterday,    25th,      I couldn’t wish you for your Birthday……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cousin&lt;/span&gt;    :  April, April, aiyooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;            : Ahhh…. Sorry sorry sorry……OK Then…. C U….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept the receiver down and remembered I asked my mom about his birthday yesterday and she told me it was on the 25th of APRIL. I wondered why nobody wished him. It did not click me still it was March. When I told this to my Father he was laughing like mad. Also my maniac uncle (Cousin’s Father reffered to in &lt;a href="http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-pass-physics-with-gin-tonic.html"&gt;Gin &amp;amp; Tonic&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/present.html"&gt;Present&lt;/a&gt;) is gonna bully me with this for years. I’m one dead Dog. For people don’t know me that well, this is quite common dumb-ass, tubelight shit I happen to do on and off. I don’t believe it. I was convinced it was April !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-169389281519999329?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/169389281519999329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=169389281519999329&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/169389281519999329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/169389281519999329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/03/whots-happening.html' title='Whot’s Happening ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-9140924475371828714</id><published>2007-03-21T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:28.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Sorrow – Memories – Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RgD62WeSb5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/USZJnsWoui8/s1600-h/sorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RgD62WeSb5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/USZJnsWoui8/s320/sorrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044307394307452818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I went to a funeral where one of my school batch mate’s Father has passed away. Quite a lot of my batch mates have lost one parent, in most cases it’s the Dad. In school days when someone’s parent passes away it is a huge scene. Now, after going for so many funerals (friends, family, neighbors) its sorta becoming not much of an issue. “Its going to happen someday, just that may be it was a bit fast forwarded.” Seems to be the feeling. As we grow up, I guess this is how we are supposed to feel. Even if a very close relative passes away, it is becoming increasingly hard to pull a tear outa my eyes. But definitely feel for the remaining family members as they have to pull up their socks and go on in life. Guess I’ve come to terms with it that everyone including my loved ones gonna go someday expectedly or unexpectedly, when their time is right. Last time a tear popped out… hmmm when was it?? Yeah…. I was in an utterly helpless situation after doing everything in my capacity regarding an issue. It was tough and dangerous. But, not due to sorrow or heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While speaking to R (this guy whose Father passed away) he recalled an incident that took place in our school days. It was quite close to our O Levels. We had a religion class conducted by the Chaplain at that time. It was there from about 7.30 – 10.00 A.M. After that, two friends and my self came to the bus halt to go home. One guy was after Fitness (First XI guys had fitness training from 5 – 7.30 A.M. I think ) All of us were hungry and bored to death after studying. So this Cricketing friend suggested we go to R’s place. R did not come for the class as he took another subject for Religion. OK so we went there but did not know the exact location of his house. We went close by and started shouting his name. He came out screaming don’t shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into his house and said we were hungry. He said there’s nothing to eat at home. We went and opened his fridge and pantry cupboards. Since there was nothing to eat, we plucked Kurumba (young Coconut) and drank and also ate the flesh of it. MMmm Yum Yum....  I think one guy emptied the last bit of grub there was at home. R was mad at us and was grumbling and wanted us out of the house saying his parents will blast him. We were still hungry. So we dragged him to the bakery on top of the road and filled our stomachs on his behalf. I grabbed a Maalu Paan (Fish Bun). The other two had Beef buns I think. Any way we were laughing throughout the whole drama. Then we told the Bakery owner, “Mudalaali, mey mahaththaya hawasta salli gewai” (Mr. owner, this guy will pay you in the evening) Apparently he knows the owner well. He did not have money to pay at that time. We never refunded him either. It was so damn mean and ruthless but fun too. R was also laughing as he was taken for a byte. Look what we’ve done given the fact that we were after Religion Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recalling this incident, we laughed at will, forgetting the fact that it was a funeral. It managed to take away his sorrow at least for a moment. He said “Yako….Umbala edaa maawa iwara karaa ….” (You guys ripped me off that day. You maniacs) Then he gives me the kinda look “Oh God you are not trying to do that again now are you?” Then he settles down with the kinda look “The other two maniacs who were involved aren’t here. So no probs” heh heh….. College memories, they are fit for any occasion to change the mood. I’m sure if we live to see our hair go Grey, we’d still be talking about these incidents, like kids. It’s a great feeling when we get to see old school friends.  Talk abt all the mischief and unforgettable incidents. Sure prescribed dose of Sorrow Busters !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-9140924475371828714?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/9140924475371828714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=9140924475371828714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/9140924475371828714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/9140924475371828714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorrow-memories-happiness.html' title='Sorrow – Memories – Happiness'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RgD62WeSb5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/USZJnsWoui8/s72-c/sorrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-3662589318517482512</id><published>2007-03-16T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:28.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Double Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RfpiyH4sYfI/AAAAAAAAADk/yWg6TpW-Utw/s1600-h/business.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RfpiyH4sYfI/AAAAAAAAADk/yWg6TpW-Utw/s200/business.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042451346044510706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, dogfight decides to post something that has substance…… so here goes. Could be lengthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really have to play it ?? Be one person at work and another at home. Or maybe show so many different faces to so many different people. Business is Business and family life is another thing. It’s an age old question. Where do we find the answers ?? We live on this earth to make money or do we live for the sake of living, orrrrr we earn to make a living ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the outset I’d like to say the person I’m gonna talk about would be a hypothetical one with a bit of reality intertwined. If any one feels its good movie-worthy material, grab it dude…. NO hard feelings. NO need of any credits. After all inspiration has to spring from somewhere isn’t it (If not from you) heh heh…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business is Business. It means profits, money. Money Money Money. Money is his God. And it blesses him with belongings, relationships and of course The (rotten) eeego. Each day it’s a case of Lies, Half Truths, Disfigured Opinions, Cut Throats and Kick Backs. No love lost I should say. How the hell can we live like this in our personal lives ?? We do need to look more descent as there’s a lot at stake. Family Values,Respect etc.. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way business takes place it is near impossible to be sincere, honest at the same time be profitable in business and make money. He gives it all to cut a deal. How many lies, how many threats and persuasions, under hand commissions for the deal to get through. After all it ensures his survival (also his employees and his family) Which of these issues were at the back of his mind when he struck the deal. Maybe one, two or none of them. We’ll never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he does business professionally. He does not take part in petty personal feuds or jealous ass kickin. Only morons who pose a real threat and are at his throat would be dealt with. And the kick is boxed artfully with no traces left behind. It’s like the Cobra. He attacks only if provoked. No shitty actions as we see a lot in SL. There’s no point in engaging in them. No apologies. Coz its nothing personal Its just business. Sometimes he willingly delays someone and apologizes for protocol sake. He doesn’t give a shit. And the other also knows that it’s just protocol. And there’s nothing he can do about it other than accept the apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here’s a small business trick. You didn’t hear it from me. Okay ?? Some businessmen leave no traces and have no personal assets to their names. This allows them to vanish craftily. They get a vehicle on lease. (It’s an Operational Lease and not a Finance Lease where the ownership is with the lessor and maintenance is also done by the lessor.) All his purchases are done by credit card and the bill settled later. He would not own any local bank accounts and will not reveal the Foreign Bank Accounts.  All traces leading to his money is nicely hidden. Furthermore, he would have another car to a relative’s name and the house belongs to the spouse. Thus at any moment he would say tata, bye to the Bank and Leasing Company and he’s free to leave all and his family and go into hiding provided he has the balls, bats and stumps to be so damn ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes his life is in danger. He deals with brokers (intermediaries who expect commissions from both sides for setting up the deal between the buyer and seller) and at times, the broker is given the boot. Hell freezes over when they come looking for him to kill or strip him off his money. These kinda rotten ropes are a norm to him. He also takes all the precautions to associate only with the right people and cut all contact with people who do not associate to him strategically. He also makes sure that his business dealings would in no way hinder the operations of his most reliable contacts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it real hard to balance the two persons. I am not so open to such extreme business dealings. However we have to do the day to day chores of being the nasty guy. Anyone who is working, would agree with me, in saying, we aren’t completely honest at work, and we try to save our ass from certain situations. It is terrible where you can’t open up and talk to a person and you have to hold back so many details, and not be sincere and also talk at arm’s length. Sometimes in our personal lives also we have to take part in this kind of ass protection. Gone are the days where we meet a guy, chat for a while and suddenly become life long friends.  We can’t blame anyone for it either. Brings to my memory the movie &lt;a href="http://www.roadtoperdition.com/"&gt;Road to Perdition&lt;/a&gt;. How a hitman's son witnesses what his father does for a living He also had a beautiful family which he loves so much. It kills him to see the effects of his actions hitting back at his family. Great Movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I say again I was referring to an imaginary, phantom character (reffered to as ‘He’) Hell, its not me. I wish we could stay without playing the game. That’s what we should strive to achieve. (of course try to be the better person of the two) We can’t change the way the clock of the world is turning. That also does not mean we need to do all the beastly stuff that we feel we need to do to survive. Somethings wrong in the world or is it the way it was meant to be ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note I just happened to search for “&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=self-deprecation"&gt;self-deprecation&lt;/a&gt;” in Urban. Was very much amused by some of the definitions of the “self-“ words. Check ‘em out on your left hand side when you visit the above URL. (if ur up for wasting some time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-3662589318517482512?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/3662589318517482512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=3662589318517482512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3662589318517482512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/3662589318517482512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/03/double-game.html' title='The Double Game'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RfpiyH4sYfI/AAAAAAAAADk/yWg6TpW-Utw/s72-c/business.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-7290443140631016175</id><published>2007-03-12T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:02:06.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set an Example – Who ME ??</title><content type='html'>NO WAY !! Being the eldest in the family is not easy, believe me. We need to act responsible as the younger are always on the watch to copy from us. All our Hideous, Notorious, Mischievous, Shady deeds have to be covered up. A slight mistake would come down hard at me with the additional “look, you need to be an example; the younger would follow you in doing the same” advise. This is crazy. Can’t they look up to someone else ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed if I utter the (your’s truly) “F” word once (accidentally), my sister would have tried to say it a ten times later. Might seem no big deal but over here it’s not a norm to hear it. And there’s this moron cousin of mine who’s not yet 18 who is staying with us.  I’m told he tries to follow my ways. Wot the hek !! I normally prefer the uncivilized style. Jungle Law !! Of course I know how to behave. I balance it out in maintaining discipline in quite a lot of areas. But I enjoy the “I want to live, laaaaike animals” theme. Be a bit Barbaric and so on. Be the normal ragged rowdy person…but, with a difference, knowing where to draw the damn lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to look the prim and proper, clean shaven, hair combed, pimple-less face having, Sales Executive or Insurance Guy. I have some friends whose girl friends see to that they trim their finger nails, dress well and so on.  They do have the “Well Looked After, Cared For” look all over them. Heh heh I don’t envy them…. At all…. and me,  Total Opposite. Who the dawwg !!…. I sometimes think whether it is too much of disciplining that makes me like to be very care free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, people and these younger morons need to learn the basics of discipline. We learnt it the Hard.Tough and Painful way. So I know when to adjust when I feel I’m heading off course and that confidence that comes with it of knowing you could always revert to the Correct Path incase you drifted a bit. The basics should be Rock Solid. Also then there’s no need to copy or be someone else. You can be your VERY OWN SELF. I have only one piece of advice to these people who look up to me, DON’T. I’m a terrible example and don’t grow up to be like me. C’mon dude Get Real !! BE YA SELF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaahoooo.... wot a weekend can't get any better than this. Almost missed the last wicket also. Barely made it in time. I've got a pic of the awards ceremony - Thora Captain receiving the Hon. D. S. Senanayake sheild (taken from the Grand Stand) will try to put it up. Thinking of uploading some photos. If time permits and I can dig them out of my Mob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-7290443140631016175?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/7290443140631016175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=7290443140631016175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7290443140631016175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7290443140631016175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/03/set-example-who-me.html' title='Set an Example – Who ME ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-7558703810325786663</id><published>2007-03-07T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:25:39.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two in One</title><content type='html'>I was to post them separately. But, couldn't find the time. Its a bunch load of crap that happened to me. Don't read unless you're bored to death. heh heh So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Saturday I was walking on the road to go for classes suddenly I stepped on a Katussa.- Cameleon (with my left leg) The lizard jumped in the air (outa pure shock !!) and when I was bringing my left foot forward he was about to land on it. So I swung the left leg in the air and after a while regained my balance. Can’t remember the last time I swung my foot and successfully kicked a Goal !! People behind must haves thought I was in a circus. The lizards are supossed to attack when provoked. I dunno how I escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I came home and had dinner, I had my usual glass of water. Then I shook the cup to wipe out the water. It slipped and knocked the sink. Then it bumped on the sink and defying my valiant effort to catch by one hand, it fell on the ground and went to pieces. Aiyoo…. my Seylan Mug. (Seylan Bank in Sri Lanka started “Tikiri” Savings Account for small children in the good old 90’s and when the saving reached a particular level they gave all kinda gifts) I used this for about 10 years. Actually I broke my own Seylan Mug and this was my Sister’s mug which I started to use. She ain’t aware of it I guess.) I was very very upset. sob…sob…. sniff sniff…. woof woof !! Even my mom noticed it. I should have been happy because I had received a letter for a Job Interview in a reputed Company. I never get hurt for things. Even If I’m heavily criticized or someone did some shit thing to me. But this made me really upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds really Baby-ish. Wot the hek to do?? I miss my Seylan Mug. I still go looking for it outa habbit. Ok ok enough crap. Sounds soppy is it ?? anyway I didn’t cry. Hahahahah huh huh haaa !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stealing the Wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been verrrrrry (yeah veri as in ‘cut wela’ almost) busy these days, so was too lazy to sit and transfer my million Terabytes of thoughts through the keyboard, into the Blogsphere. Anyweeez, I managed to gather some thought to Jam the keys. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day this week, a Director from one of our constituent companies came to our office. He wanted me to do some work and I managed to do it pretty quick. Before he left, he met our boss and came out of his room and said, “Thanks Machang” then I looked up and I saw him looking at me. So I said, “No probs, you’re welcome” (of course thinking the Thanks were for me). Then he sorta frowned. To see, he had thanked Boss and not me.  Whoa.. take it easy dude……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember another incident where I went to school for an occasion. Some of our friends (including me) were talking to one of our former Masters. He as usual was asking about each ones progress and career. When we were about to leave I got a lift from a guy who was a bout to do his A/L’s in a weeks time. While we were getting into his car, our master said “All the best”. AGAIN !! I said “Thank you sir” (again thinking he was wishing me good luck in my future endeavors) To see he had wished the guy who was to do his A/L’s. Then sir was signaling as if “not you men, that bugger” shit, dammit…. I’ve done it again !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s a fundamental problem in my Brain’s processor. My reflexes are so damn quick I act before I think or process the situation. It’s embarrassing at times. It helps at times when a speeding crow comes right at me to duck in time. Also, to avoid the sudden obstacle on the road like falling branches, trishaw maniacs and the random punch from a pedestrian trying to open his / her umbrella and so on….. delete files in the computer without thinking, open up the wrong files in a hurry can be added on to it. How my diagnosis, Pretty accurate huh ?? Only problem is I still haven’t taken action to rectify the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-7558703810325786663?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/7558703810325786663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=7558703810325786663&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7558703810325786663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7558703810325786663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/03/two-in-one.html' title='Two in One'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-4448129811889710934</id><published>2007-02-21T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:17:00.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Humourrrrr....</title><content type='html'>Here we go again, Another funny incident finds its way to Dogfight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are true events…. Not *based* on true events…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my colleague and I were called for a Board Level Meeting. (at work) Apparently our company is hookin up another to form a new one and they need a presentation done. There were coupla people inside the Boss’s Room. Some looked like they are suffering from Diabetes and Chronic Kidney Disease. (now I’m going crazy trying to explain them) So one director from the other company drew up the idea of the companies merging, he drew one circle, then another intersecting the earlier circle. Then he drew an arrow and said “now this is the new company” and tried to draw a big circle. The pen stopped writing !! Thunder struck  me thinking “oka hariyanney naa” (this merger is not gonna work.) Now he’s hissing the pen in all directions but it still wouldn’t write. He says “I don’t believe it I bought this only yesterday from company X” (A very reputed pen dealer in SL who also happens to be a client of our own company – so the joke doubles and triples) By this time every body was laughing at him. Being the joker I am, I found it very hard to keep my cool and not to laugh like a fool at this certain Big Shot dude and also due to the fact it was a top level meeting. I also didn’t want this merger to sound like “Heart Break Hotel” But I cracked up and LMAO !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to be today was our bosses B’day (not to forget my Grand Parents’ Wedding Anniversary and my colleague’s Parents’ Wedding Anniversary) So cake was served but the other director buggers didn’t know about Boss’s B’day. They were clueless and curious what’s with the cake. I was imagining if these guys took that cake they’ll sure end up in Hospital with Blood Sugar Levels (It was Chocolate Fudge!! from the FAB) Boss didn’t spill it out until they slowly asked us and got to know the detail. Then one of the buggers (coupla feet broad sideways, bit like Obelix) slowly slipped into another room and started whacking the cake. Apparently he is supposed to be a party going dude. I can’t imagine that. He must be going to Night Club in Sarong and when he does a 360 degree swing the entire dance floor must be getting flushed away like flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were taking down notes about the products they deal with. While listing down “X, Y, Z, B, …..manufacturing equipment, industrial raw material…..” someone remarked “Blood Diamonds”. Another asked “Machang you watched the movie ??” another said “no machang”, another said “superb acting no ??”. I was getting pissed off here because we were going out of track. Anyway I was finding it very hard to laugh at these people anymore.  Now got a lot of work also to do. So back to work. If Sloth was here, he’d say “Back to chat, hyak hyak hyak”…...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-4448129811889710934?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/4448129811889710934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=4448129811889710934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4448129811889710934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/4448129811889710934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-humourrrrr.html' title='More Humourrrrr....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-5513044081174321037</id><published>2007-02-12T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:29.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Jokers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RdAp8-qXt0I/AAAAAAAAADI/rUDwggr6NhQ/s1600-h/joker_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RdAp8-qXt0I/AAAAAAAAADI/rUDwggr6NhQ/s200/joker_edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030566911362447170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I normally meet this type of people all the time. Here are some of the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was going to the nearby shop to get a balance they owe to my mother. This was at about 8.45 p.m. It was dark then I saw a guy coming in a push bike with something like a cigarette in one hand. I was looking at him but was thinking about something else. While passing, he asks me “Aiya meka Joint ekak. Awulak naa neda ??” (Yo, I’m smoking a Joint, Okay no??)  I didn’t answer him. He went passed me and several times he was shouting “is it ok ? is it ok ?” mad bugger, wot the hek do I care…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another day I cross the road and in the dark I see an old man. He looks a bit familiar too. But he seems mighty outa balance cocked. He comes to me and says. “mallee mang beelaa, kaatawath kiyanna epaa” (bro, I drank today. Please don’t tell anyone) I told him I have urgent business and went on my way. Crazy Old Fool !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the best one. I got into a bus in the morning and got a seat. An old man (again, Dammit !!) was sitting next to me. He asks me whether I am in the Army. (Whoa, what makes him think like that) I started laughing (others in the bus also laughing by now as I was dressed up to go to work and it was very clear I was in office attire) and asked him what made him ask me so. He said because I was carrying a big bag. (I normally swing across my shoulder a quite big bag. But its 75% empty. Heh heh) He went on telling me that there’s no Independence right now but there was Independence before we got Independence, D.S Senanayake was good another one was bad and blah blah.. cough.. cough... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went on to ask me where I live. I normally give wrong answers to avoid unnecessary trouble. So I thought I’d say a name of a road (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;road J&lt;/span&gt; which is close by to the actual road where I live), but then I thought I’d say the truth. Then he says he lives in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;road J&lt;/span&gt;. Phew !! Then he asks me about my family and everything.  I just gave vague answers and didn’t go in detail. He said he should know my family and asked whether I know &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mr. N&lt;/span&gt; (who is a very close relative of mine) I said, err yeah I think must be quite a distant relative. (simply because I wanted this man to shut up and leave me alone) Then he asked me who my Grand Father was. When I replied he says “Ahh I knew him very well…. wait….  what child, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mr. N&lt;/span&gt; is a very close relative of yours no” I was stumped for a duck at that moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for about 45 minutes he was talking to me about various things from saving my salary to how girls should not perm or straighten their hair. FOOOF !! I’ve had enough. He did ask me whether he was annoying me. Bloody Hell Yeah…. He was damn loud, and the whole bus could hear. And OH…. I noticed there was an old Lady seated right in front of him. I was wondering whether he was trying to impress her by blabbering about his achievements (Naaki Kukula) Yet didn’t shut up after she got down also. So he doesn’t fit the description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man in the bus happens to be distantly related too. (Later I found out) awww shit…. Somehow, I was very tensed, with a lot of responsible work on my shoulders (and also doing the rounds in my head) for the day. He sorta helped me to take my mind off the work at least for a while. Other thing is this Sirasa TV is making fun of people and recording secretly (they reveal later) for a TV show. So its dangerous, have to be careful and shouldn’t get get caught for it. Heh heh !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I still wondered what made him actually think I was in the Army (apart from my bag, I was having a very short hair cut and must’v looked like the skinny Army Private on his way home)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-5513044081174321037?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/5513044081174321037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=5513044081174321037&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5513044081174321037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5513044081174321037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-jokers.html' title='Random Jokers'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RdAp8-qXt0I/AAAAAAAAADI/rUDwggr6NhQ/s72-c/joker_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-7908457139319515927</id><published>2007-01-26T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T03:08:41.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race, The Caste, The Creed, THE BULLSHEEEET !!!!</title><content type='html'>This is quite long…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all people made up of the same physical substances ?? (Obviously in different proportions) or is there something called Pure Blood, Aryan Race, etc. ??  Are some people destined to be treated like trash and others as the elite in society ?? I would like to say at the outset these are my personal observations which I will mention. If anyone feels offended, (Thoppiya hari nung Daaganing !!) there’s nothing personal here. This is my venture into understanding society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today’s society we would like to imagine that the caste system is gone for good. I would say its still there, be it explicit, implicit or in fragments. It sure drives people in making some of their decisions. Of course it is very hard to finger print large communities but general feeling is it is existent. If I have read right, it is according to the services that were provided to the ancient Kings that the system was built upon. Since then people are being discriminated based on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is I’ve noticed majority of the High caste people (Govigama or Goigama) have some quality in them. And of course the Superior Feeling. (Oh brother,  I hate to separate people and sling mud, take this as just mentioning facts) They are normally well behaved and do not part company with people whom they feel are inferior. The rest, well there are certainly roudy elements and surely surely unacceptably insolent behaving people among them. Certain things they do deserve to be looked down upon. I say again, I cannot and will not fingerprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it School, University, Office, the difference is evident. I have to say I haven’t been a victim of it up to now. But I’ve seen it Happening. I’m not blaming it but it just doesn’t feel right. My belief is a person should be treated for who he / she is, for their personality, the qualities they have and not how much money they have or are they of the good breed. I cannot refrain from mentioning that the so called lower class people are the ones who get caught for all the mischief and unlawful deeds 70% of the time. (Not that the elite aren’t into this type of activities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have money, mostly of the time get good education and there’s always the chance of their children, due to good living conditions become good citizens. On the other hand for the poor and oppressed, the wheel turns in the opposite direction. Is there a notion such as, people should always associate elite wealthy people and live amongst them, or should aim to do so? Palayang bung yanda !! (I don’t think so). “You should be able to speak to the poor man’s heart as well move with kings and not lose the common touch” is what I think should be the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen high caste people, rich people (rich only in wealth and not in Human Qualities) treating their servants like trash. Excuse given being, “They should be treated that way or else they won’t work” Agreed to some extent. Firmness should be there. However not along with elements of superiority complexes and looking down on the person just because he / she came begging to you for some work and earn money. Some of these elite became so because at some point of time, their ancestors had a bit of extra money and won favor with the rest of the elite. I would say if a person has achieved excellence out of his / her own sweat and blood that person should be decorated and honored.  Not just because their ancestors were the wealthy prominent people in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious or Racial discrimination may be not as frequent as the caste system in this country. But we hear stories from here and there of such incidents. God only knows how many cases go unreported. Once again, to halt contact or look down basing on Race or Religion would be unacceptable. However much we say no, these hatreds or complex feelings drives people in every phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion I’d like to say in no means I have hatred towards people of any Caste Race or Religion. It’s just that the injustice prevailing won’t let me rest and I feel I might be a victim of it one fine day. I’m not concerned about the personal loss but it’s the general feeling that disturbs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Dogfight decides to Blog about something that has a bit of sense it it !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-7908457139319515927?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/7908457139319515927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=7908457139319515927&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7908457139319515927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/7908457139319515927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/01/race-caste-creed-bullsheeeet.html' title='The Race, The Caste, The Creed, &lt;br&gt;THE BULLSHEEEET !!!!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-924759979793839180</id><published>2007-01-15T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:29.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RaxGnunlaVI/AAAAAAAAACk/VtDL7HfnTP8/s1600-h/kalupahana2-sri-lanka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RaxGnunlaVI/AAAAAAAAACk/VtDL7HfnTP8/s200/kalupahana2-sri-lanka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020465332954163538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I guess its one of the dangerous things I've done for quite some time. Today While I was trying to get into the train I suddenly changed my mind to get int o the next carraige. I ran and tried to get in, in a hurry, as the Ladies in front of me were taking a long time and were trotting. When I felt my knee knocked something. Then came the loud scream "any magey shoe eka !!" (Oh shit my shoe) A pregnant Lady had dropped her shoe to the rail track while steeping in the foot board. Then a Fisherman who was behind me was shouting "Get in Get in, can take your shoe later" Initial reflex I thought I knocked her shoe and thought of getting it for her. (Because I thought it was my fault)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knelt down and put my hand between the platform and the train and reached for the track. Damn Outa reach !! No choice I put my head between the Platform and the Train for better reach and grabbed the shoe and threw it inside the carriage. Luckily Train didn't pull off. Or else I would have been be-headed trying to be Good Samaritan (or a foolish asshole). The lady was very thankful. I was breathing at a rate. boy, that was bloody dangerous !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to my self never will I get into the train while Ladies are getting in. I'll risk it to go on the foot board for not having to do favors like this. I still dunno If my knee knocked the foot board or the lady's shoe. From a long time, I'm beginning hate chivalry for some reason. Although I'm always told to be nice to them. I could have got hammered if the fisherman were not able to board the train because of my heroics (foolishness rather.) In this day where there is a looming bomb scare in trains I go to do some more dangerous stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I fell off the ladder while trying to fix a Bulb. Luckily it was when I was climbing down the penultimate slat gave way. However my right toe got a bit torn to a nail, and bruises all over. What the hek? is this the unlucky season or what ?? Hmmm.... need to calm down and think of it again. I would like to hear some opinions on helping people like this. Well my mission is to help people. But to put my ass on the line,(this time its the head)  in such a circumstance (for a shoe) could be called utter foolishness. Whoa what a day !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOTE :&lt;/span&gt; The pic doesn't show the exact Train or the Place !! (Just Googled for an Image)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-924759979793839180?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/924759979793839180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=924759979793839180&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/924759979793839180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/924759979793839180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/01/phew.html' title='Phew !!!!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RaxGnunlaVI/AAAAAAAAACk/VtDL7HfnTP8/s72-c/kalupahana2-sri-lanka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-5405631362940350984</id><published>2007-01-09T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:29.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Website Thief !!</title><content type='html'>Was Googling for some Tech stuff and stumbled upon this Forum. Someone's got caught theivin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RaRe6LTF1FI/AAAAAAAAACU/NS3cSVeRapg/s1600-h/theif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RaRe6LTF1FI/AAAAAAAAACU/NS3cSVeRapg/s400/theif.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018240238355862610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StatCode are the lines of code that is inserted in the web page to track visitors. (Mayb you know it all too well !!)&lt;br /&gt;There you are.... Piracy !! &lt;br /&gt;If ever you happen to copy code, be more shrewd, Delete the StatCode, dewd !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-5405631362940350984?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/5405631362940350984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=5405631362940350984&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5405631362940350984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/5405631362940350984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/01/website-thief.html' title='Website Thief !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RaRe6LTF1FI/AAAAAAAAACU/NS3cSVeRapg/s72-c/theif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-890416268930414718</id><published>2007-01-07T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:29.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RaFBAbTF07I/AAAAAAAAAAc/xNTKzsPEgAM/s1600-h/f16-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RaFBAbTF07I/AAAAAAAAAAc/xNTKzsPEgAM/s200/f16-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017362935451079602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seven days of the New Year goes past just like that. Time waits for no one. Hope everyone got wished enough and more.For most of the people I got to with I said “Wish you the same” even before I got wished. Wish I could turn back time or get in to a time machine. Lots of moments that we all want to re-live. Also, loads of pain which we would not recall for the world. How if you had photographic memory when it comes to the miserable ones ??  Wish you never lived…..    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother, what a start with the bombs goin off like crazy. Traffic jams, security checks you name it. I’m wondering whether it’ll come to a point where we’ll have to strip in security check points for full body search. New Year’s a time for new beginnings (maybe getting the push for a roll down hill). Nevertheless, hope we will manage to keep our spirits up and go about our day to day. Let us not forget the sorry plight of the displaced people and the shortage of just about everything in Jaffna. We don’t live alone !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope everything will take a turn for the good for everyone. If not we’ll take a turn. Heh heh…. so that we go in search of it. (Hmm.. that makes some sense don’t it) So everybody check the wings,  check the tanks, check the systems, make sure you’ve got the parachute, and on the signal… Take Off to the skies !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-890416268930414718?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/890416268930414718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=890416268930414718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/890416268930414718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/890416268930414718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAkKxtBsi_M/RaFBAbTF07I/AAAAAAAAAAc/xNTKzsPEgAM/s72-c/f16-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116749746541375561</id><published>2006-12-30T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T08:56:55.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepin with Whi - s - key</title><content type='html'>What a way to end the year. Poof !! Today, one of my dad's friend’s daughter is tyin the knot. Last night we went to their house and brought a load of liquor for the wedding and kept it at our place. The dude trusts us (my dad and …yeah me) for some reason to keep the lot at our place. There were bytes as well. Since there is a Rat in pantry section, the bottles and bytes were kept in my room, and dad wanted them to be kept under my bed for extra safety. Whoa !! I slept with 9 Bottles of 1 Litre RED LABEL and a 1 Litre Champagne bottle. My father was scared of thieves breakin in. Only thing forgot to get scared of was me doing a way with one or two or me breaking a bed pole and falling over the bottles in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the bottles were safe under my bed through the night. I informed &lt;a href="http://slothwastaken.blogspot.com/"&gt;True Maniac&lt;/a&gt; about this who wanted me Blog about it. Too bad I cannot put up a pic of all this. I wouldn't be able to finish a quater of a bottle. Damn !! So was thinkin of having my friends or the blogger topperrrs over here. heh heh !!. However, I am not invited for the wedding. Hahahaha !!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of gate-crashing, but no need. Most of the people know me and that I’m not invited. So too dangerous !! Some guys I know love gate-crashing. Some go to weddings and if liquor is not served, the go to another wedding in the same hotel, fill their tanks and comes back to the correct wedding for the dinner. Well the wedding is goin on while I’m posting this. Hope the topperrrs are making merry….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s also this problem of the new Legislation regarding smoking in public places. The smokers are not sure whether they are allowed to smoke or not in the Hotel. There had been many cases where the Police had filed cases against many people smoking in public but the case was dropped because the cops could not prove it was a public place. There are also cases of security officers allowing a puff (in prohibited places) while they where also gifted with a few Cigarettes. Man, what a life !! Any way no problem in Sri Lanka !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116749746541375561?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116749746541375561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116749746541375561&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116749746541375561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116749746541375561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleepin-with-whi-s-key.html' title='sleepin with Whi - s - key'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116668900871367730</id><published>2006-12-21T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:18:43.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noh I'm NOT.... errr yeah kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everytime I hop into Nolimit (used to be French Corner), House of Fashions or &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Arpico&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Super Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; I'm always taken for an in-house sales guy. Dammit !! Some people come an ask where to find the trouser, how much is this, how much is that. Some, I politely turn away but for others "I don't work here Dammit !!" Maybe coz most of the time I go after work. Also I've realized on most of the occassions, I've been wearing Light Blue shirt and Dark Blue Pants. Shit !! Its no where near the sales guy's uniform though.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its a different story at Cargills. Once I went with my Family memebers. The Huge Cook, Boxer, Bouncer or &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Butler&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; looking man at the door normally brings his hands together and greets saying "Ayubowan". He greeted evreybody including my sister but not me. Maybe coz I was in a pair of shorts and Rubber Slippers and rotating the car keys round my fingers, also I went in last. Natural impression would be to take me as .... yeah the driverrrr.. Anyway I was looking very shabby and ragged. (as always !!) After that, evrytime I go to Cargills Big City that bugger doesen't greet me. (maybe remebering that I'm the driver Kolla.) Who cares. all the sales girls give me nice smiles and greet me when go to the counter. still who cares... I don't !! hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116668900871367730?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116668900871367730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116668900871367730&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116668900871367730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116668900871367730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/12/noh-im-not-errr-yeah-kinda.html' title='Noh I&apos;m NOT.... errr yeah kinda'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116608012421383158</id><published>2006-12-13T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:18:41.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent Stuff !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7671/574/1600/98388/u2-790983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7671/574/200/314479/u2-790983.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got a chance to see or listen to "The Saints Are Coming" by the best band in the world - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U2&lt;/span&gt; !! teaming up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green Day &lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;Awsum stuff !! Maximum !! Cool Video, meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the reunited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take That&lt;/span&gt;. But Alas, no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robbie&lt;/span&gt; !! However, the reunion song "Patience" is quite good. They haven't seem to have lost their knack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check 'em our &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seGhTWE98DU"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFhkhRZhDas"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2 ROCKS !! so does Green Day &amp;amp; Take That !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116608012421383158?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116608012421383158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116608012421383158&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116608012421383158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116608012421383158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/12/excellent-stuff.html' title='Excellent Stuff !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116598335791670574</id><published>2006-12-12T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T20:18:08.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B - L - A - N - K              take that !!</title><content type='html'>I Love this look !! The blank look. NO emotions wot-so-eva !! I perfected it over coupla months. It drives people crazy. I mean they don't know what to make out of my expression. It comes real handy when dealing with people. It helps me to control my emotions and deal with it peacefully and in a logical manner later. From office people to bus conductors to random strangers and even family memebers are foxed and become defunct and become totally helpless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa !! I'm gonna do this all the time. Still didn't get bitch-slapped or kick-boxed for doing it. I really like it when girls don't know what to make out of it. Normally they read people very well. Some times I mix it with a Gal Look to chase off trouble from unwanted company. Lets see how it goes. I don't think its a good idea to put a picture of my face with the Blank Look because, for the blogger world who knows me in such a way, would have a terrible time with unstoppable laughter !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116598335791670574?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116598335791670574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116598335791670574&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116598335791670574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116598335791670574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/12/b-l-n-k-take-that.html' title='B - L - A - N - K    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;      take that !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116554729107588246</id><published>2006-12-07T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:15:03.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew.... I barely managed to Answer</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by arrrrgg GRRR… &lt;a href="http://pakayas.blogspot.com"&gt;Darwin&lt;/a&gt; for this movie quiz. I’m telling ya I have watched only a handful. So I had to do lots of background to come up with some sorta could be called decent answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Popcorn or Candy -  Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name a movie you've been meaning to see forever - The God Father &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You are given the power to recall one Oscar: who loses theirs and to whom – I just didn’t care to remember who won and for wot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Steal one costume from a movie for your wardrobe. Which will it be? - Would steal a Pilot’s Uniform. Darwin… Me not have feelings for Fighter Pilots like you say. Go dribble with sluggish worms and scratch the earth for microscopic entities. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Invite 5 movie people over for dinner, who are they? What would you feed them? –   I’ll invite Robert Patrick, Harrison Ford, Martin Lawrence  Now we need some lovely ladies don’t we ? Helen Hunt, Angelina Jolie.. I’d make them fight for the food. Winner takes it all.&lt;br /&gt;I’d giv the men a B.B.Q. and the Ladies…..Fish Kottu.  Drinks. Ahh They should Taste our stuff - Old Reserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite film franchise is: errr… well errrr….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the appropriate punishment for people who answer cell phones in the movie theatre? Use a frequency Jammer. Solves the problem once and for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Choose a female bodyguard – Jennifer Garner. She will  guard the whole body, I mean it. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's the scariest thing you've ever seen in a movie? – ahhh…. I don’t remember a scary thing. Must start watching Horror stuff. Well. From the handful I’ve watched somethings dat scared one or two of my furr was Anaconda n I know what you did last summer. Pretty lame huh wot the hell 2 do ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your favorite genre (excluding comedy and drama) – Realistic War, Mobster, Gangster Movies also meaningful ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You are given the power to greenlight movies at a major studio for one year. How do you wield this power? – I’ll shoot the Red and Amber lights. Bring on the Violence with a bit of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Bonnie or Clyde - ...Bonnie ??... Clyde ??.. who put it in ?? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm in a SSS (Sorry Sad State) when it comes to movies. I'll tag &lt;a href="http://spectralcentroid.blogspot.com/"&gt;SpectralCentroid&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://divine3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lady Divine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116554729107588246?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116554729107588246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116554729107588246&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116554729107588246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116554729107588246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/12/phew-i-barely-managed-to-answer.html' title='Phew.... I barely managed to Answer'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116435539794123375</id><published>2006-11-24T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:05:51.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychic stuff.. GO Sugar Ray !!</title><content type='html'>Once I got bored of studying and hooked up the headphones to listen to the Radio. Casey Kasem was on and was talking about  The band Sugar Ray. I used to like their music and mark Mark McGrath's Hair do. Cool stuff !! Anyway, Casey was goin on about how one of the Girlfreinds of a guitarist (of Sugar Ray) went to meet a Psychic and he said that she was dating a guy from a band and they would have &lt;a href="http://www.inmusicwetrust.com/articles/21f05.html"&gt;only one hit and then fade away.&lt;/a&gt; Taken up by this the band took up the challenge to prove the Psychic wrong and they did. With a string of Hits after their Hit single "Fly". Aparantly the song was a hit on America's TOP 40 some of years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes another prediction. For all you people who are scared and feel no hope because of Psychic preditions, Take That for a change. Start looking on the bright side of things. For all the Psychic Freaks out there, GO Mark.... JAM it Dude !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116435539794123375?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116435539794123375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116435539794123375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116435539794123375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116435539794123375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/11/psychic-stuff-go-sugar-ray.html' title='Psychic stuff.. GO Sugar Ray !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116373365100017049</id><published>2006-11-16T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:33:44.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The General</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/Moshe_dayan_ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/320/Moshe_dayan_ID.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I stumbled upon a name of a Sooperb Isreali Army General &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moshe_dayan"&gt;Moshe Dayan&lt;/a&gt;. Its a shame I hadn't heard it before. Nevertheless, he has been the mastermind behind in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_day_war"&gt;Six Day War&lt;/a&gt;. If you can, spare some seconds to go through some of his quotes and what others have to say about him. He's quite a character. One of his eyes has been a target of a Sniper but it didn't kill him. This man is a true War Icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot refrain from mentioning that this post in no means spurs up the hype for the situation in the country. It is not my view that we should go for War. I accept I am in no position to decide on that. If we had resources, allies, equipment and training like the Israelis it would have been a different story. The root cause of the conflict needs to be eliminated. Or else it would continue for a couple of generations more !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Image Source : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moshe_dayan"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&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/8459053-116373365100017049?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116373365100017049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116373365100017049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116373365100017049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116373365100017049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/11/general.html' title='The General'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116252504729250049</id><published>2006-11-02T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:46:29.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Draw BLOOD !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/freeborni_large.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/200/freeborni_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I draw blood in my sleep. When I get up in the morning, I see blood stains in my body as well as in the bedsheet. I'v been killing mosquitoes in my sleep. Accidentlally or intentionally, don't ask me I really dunno. Some times I find blood in my books as well. (Mosquitio blood of course) However that bloody could well be mine which the fellow has suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out there are large holes in my mosquito net. Felt too lazy to patch them up. These days my fan is also broken. So its a barbecue time for the mosquitoes. (Gets quite warm in the noight if it doesn't rain) Lucky I did not get any mosquitoe related illness these days. But got Dengue twice in my school days. Once it got a bit worse but it couldn't kill me. I remember being in hospital having my Radio Alarm Clock with me. Those days Jon Bon Jovi's "It's My Life" was very popular and I played it full blast in hospital. The nurse comes and asks "mallee prashnayakde  ??" (you'v got a problem bro ??) I point to the radio meaning I want my life back and get out of Hospital. Actually those days part of me said that. But another part of me said I want to stay some time more in Hospital to keep looking at these lovely nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooof ! need to repair fan and patch up the mosquitoe net. Otherwise I'll end in Hospital again. Forget about the nurses there is a lot of work to be done. Have to get on with it.  Used to play that mosquito squashing Flash game. Now I do it automatic. He Heeh !! But no blood on Halloween. Buggers seem to be missing. Wonder why ?? Party of their own I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116252504729250049?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116252504729250049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116252504729250049&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116252504729250049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116252504729250049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-draw-blood.html' title='I Draw &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;BLOOD !!&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116235279170669393</id><published>2006-10-31T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:11:24.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferior ??  huh ?? No Dammit !!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I am  inferior. But have you ever had the feeling when you think someone is stronger than you, and sfter sometime you realize that person is not as strong as you think he / she is. Then I feel, jeeh, I am not that bad either. Coz I ended up somwhere close to him / her. Awsum feeling to be proud of your self for not &lt;br /&gt;giving up and hanging on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing ourselves with others have two sides. We should not over or under estimate ourselves. Doesn't hurt at all to look at another person and correct our own mistake. It doesn't. !! but people pointing fingers at others should realize that when you point one in the opponents direction the rest of the 4 fingers are towards you. Can you perform in an equal situation with the same circumstances that your victim was under ?? If yes no harm critizing or blasting. If you cannot peform when seas get rough for you, no point try being a hypocryte. Only... I say again only If you are very kind hearted person who aknowledges your mistake but wan't the other not to make the same, criticism is most welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side to this is we don't run the race of life at the same pace. Really capable people are 'go getters'. There are poeple like that. One cannot expect everyone to fall in line just like that. Its dam tough. Some will. But not everybody. It should be chizzled in their hearts that tolerance and patience are essential for a harmonious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's a buddy of mine who is a bit like this. I'm gonna tell him in the face he should cool down. It'll be tough. But I'm sure we'll settle things in good way !! Thought I would consult the blogger world Intellectuality before that....lol....These are only my opinions. Critcisms and differring opinions are welcome !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116235279170669393?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116235279170669393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116235279170669393&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116235279170669393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116235279170669393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/10/inferior-huh-no-dammit.html' title='Inferior ??  huh ?? No Dammit !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116186381068779370</id><published>2006-10-26T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T05:02:21.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I .. AAmmm The ONE and Onleyyyyyy.......</title><content type='html'>Hawks Chesney.... sorry man.. I borrowed your Song.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was. But NO ! I mean I thought I was the only one to come up with a name like dogfight out of the blues. But one day I remember I saw in the Junior Times (childrens' suppliment of the Sunday Times, heh heh.... occassionally browse through it) a 5 year old boy had drawn a picture of a Dogfight. I mean Aerial Combat. Which is also what I meant by my title. If I remember right he had mentioned his school, same as mine. Whoa coincidence or not ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/_41913388_afp203indexpilot.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/200/_41913388_afp203indexpilot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fascination for aerial combat I dunno came from where. Maybe If I get into the shoes of rebirth, maybe.... maybe.... I was a pilot shot down in WW2 in an earlier life. (Must have been chekin out a lovely lass from that altitude and lost concentration, in turn, get rear ended with a missile.... wooooo....) Coincidence is, in WW2, there had been Dogfights over the place where I live. Lets not get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people took it as the canine. Doesn't matter. Doesen't matter at all.. Its a previledge. I lovvvve Dogs. But ain't got none at Home. How ?? Pathetic ?? coz my Dad and sis are not very fond of Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying on the topic of Dogs. I remember there was was stray Dog who used to hang around my place in my small days. We called him "NoName" (well, at his point of time I did not realize that we called him dat coz he didn't have a name. I simply, honestly thought that was her name...) The mutt I am, here's one of my great works. In year 3 when we were given to write an English essay on "my pet". This eediot went and wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"My pet is a Dog. My Dog's name is 'NoName'..... and blah.. blah.. blah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue was brought up on Parents' day. The Class teacher (Thank God she was nice lady or else she would'v blasted me saying "You dumbass boy") took up the topic and showed the book to my mom. She gave a suprised look to the teacher but came out laughing. (heh heh.... she knows what I'm capable of !!)News spread and for months I was bullied by my relatives saying NoName.. NoName..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long for my Blog Title. wonder who else will come up with it as a title for any other thing in future !!&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was the one and onleyyy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116186381068779370?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116186381068779370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116186381068779370&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116186381068779370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116186381068779370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-aammm-one-and-onleyyyyyy.html' title='I .. AAmmm The ONE and Onleyyyyyy.......'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116105531705255725</id><published>2006-10-16T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:44:19.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They gave me one too</title><content type='html'>I've got one too. Once again its brilliant timing as soon as I applied for one the Bank increased the minimum salary limit to have one. phew !! I cud'v missed out. Sounds kinda "so wut ??, big deal" but its some sorta achivement I guess. Surely its not a case like &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/manchester/3104839.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I know, I'm wayyyy behind time. Still crawling....... "so wut ??, big deal"......    'da HELL !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116105531705255725?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116105531705255725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116105531705255725&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116105531705255725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116105531705255725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/10/they-gave-me-one-too.html' title='They gave me one too'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-116002481182527661</id><published>2006-10-04T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:06:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Meat Loaf's Song !!</title><content type='html'>A song on the Radio got me carried away. To see it was Meat Loaf with Celine Dion's "Its all coming back to me now" an Awsum duet with Norwegian singer Marion Raven. I prefer Meat Loaf's performance to Celine Dion's Original. After all the song was originally &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%27s_All_Coming_Back_to_Me_Now"&gt;intended for him by  Jim Steinman&lt;/a&gt;. Not a big fan of Love songs but this performance blows me away. Yet to watch it on TV.&lt;br /&gt;The Tube version over&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_XT7zDuuZg"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-116002481182527661?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/116002481182527661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=116002481182527661&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116002481182527661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/116002481182527661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-meat-loafs-song.html' title='Its Meat Loaf&apos;s Song !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-115903768265877317</id><published>2006-09-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:57:35.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loudspeaker Maniacs</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon jumped into bed to have a good nap. Woke up once to open the gate for my father to put the car in. Thought at least now leave me in peace. NO.. Suddenly was shot up awake by the noise of a loudspeaker. Ahh.... I though thats it, we are being called for conscription. But NO.. an irritating voice was yelling about a National Sports Festival and that the Boxing matches are to be held this evening at the local park and that every one is invited. It doesen't end there the annoucement is followed by some haunting music. Damn, so long for my nap. Only get to sleep properly on a Saturday and that also goes for a six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time. The alarming frequency of the loudspeaker maniacs ruining my nap has become intolerable. Even the vehicles they fix the loudspeakers on, are daaaamn noisy. Looks like a discarded Ice Cream Truck. Worn down, rusted and waiting to giv someone Tetanus. Thats it.. next time I'm gonna get a loudspeaker myself and yell out on it to drown their annoucement. Or else I'l find out a way to jam their amplifiers and their entire PA system. Bloody Baskets !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-115903768265877317?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/115903768265877317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=115903768265877317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115903768265877317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115903768265877317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/09/loudspeaker-maniacs.html' title='Loudspeaker Maniacs'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-115678716683908872</id><published>2006-08-28T10:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:08:12.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bludy Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/UNV035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/200/UNV035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everytime I set the alarm to wake up, I wake up always.... yeah always.. to switch off the damn noisy alarm (before it even starts to ring) so that it won't wake up the whole Jim band who'll be at my throat at 5 A.M.  in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't set the alarm I'll over sleep.... sure as hell. 'da hell to do ?? have to keep the alarm in my quest to have dreamless, nightmareless "shouting while dreaming" less naps. Sleep is a luxury these days. Well, some times I fall asleep won't hear loud thundering. Once an accident which knocked down a wall, on the road right in front of my room went unheard. Must try a Clay-more mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-115678716683908872?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/115678716683908872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=115678716683908872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115678716683908872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115678716683908872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/08/bludy-alarm_115678716683908872.html' title='Bludy Alarm'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-115483734341021361</id><published>2006-08-05T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:25:02.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubelight ??  hmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/tubelight.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/400/tubelight.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem to have a bit of a problem in handling complexity these days. With so much in the head (more than it can take) it takes time to understand something. Realization comes after the train has passed. Not to forget some thundering remarks follows. Here are some of them. "yuor're a dud", "you're rather dense", "you're sunk, man" (sure I am....), "Stop thinking, no point" and as usual "Yakoooo.... umba maara tubelight ekak " phew !! also that maniac Sloth puts the "aiyooo emoticon" on the chat window. kind of overloaded with remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow have come up with the most moronic explanation to this situation. About one year ago the dentist told me, "son, One your wisdom Teeth is gonna come out horizontally" Man, what a revelation. She told me that all of the wisdom teeth should eventually have to come out because my jaw does not have enough space to poke in the wisdom Teeth. Rings a bell, don't it ?? if I substitute wisdom and my brain to the above situation ?? However the Wisdom teeth still doesen't seem to pop out. I dunno if they are ever gonna pop out. (maybe I'll have to throw the teeth to the top of the roof and ask the squirrel to bring me back smaller teeth) Hehe.... If the Dentist hears this she will not treat me again.. just a mad thought !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna have to find a way to deal with complexity. Can't do away with it. Have to face it. Maybe I was this way from the start and now only I've realized. Or maybe I'm asscociating with intellectuals now.(Like the ones in the blogger community. woooo!!) If that is true it means I've been asscociating with jokers upto now. (Not that I'm any better) Sometimes it gets a bit difficult to understand certain points posted in some blogs. Espesailly blogs posted by girls with a mixture of excrutiating 'Kadda'. Even if guys use that sorta 'kadda ' to put a point across, I kinda get the overall picture. (common understanding I guess) Its kinda hard to face upto these situations day in day out. But.... da'hell I'll face it. I'm used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-115483734341021361?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/115483734341021361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=115483734341021361&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115483734341021361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115483734341021361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/08/tubelight-hmm.html' title='Tubelight ??  hmm....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-115359232757670282</id><published>2006-07-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:18:47.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dumper</title><content type='html'>I have the rare previledge of disposing the garbage of the house. Its quite interesting. Bit of a workout though. This is pretty growse, Ladies - keep out, Gentlemen - might be able to gather some valuable tips, Sloths - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt; for thought(I mean it !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a small concrete structure at the backyard. We call it the "Garbee" Its abt 2x2x4 (feet) with a 1x1 (feet) opening on the top and a small outlet at the bottom. The garbage (excluding Polythene, Paper etc..) goes in and then a layer of soil is loaded. These layers of garbage and soil after a couple of months become very good fertilizer for plants. Simple stuff. The fertilizer can be taken out from the small outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is when I load the dirt inside the Garbee. wow !! I have to put it in, then flatten it, kinda stirring the soup !! You find evrything there.... egg shells, fish bones, rotten rice, tea leaves, coconut, mmm yumm... heaps of flies, panuwas, karapoththas, catterpillars, centepedes. fooof !! Sometimes, one or two cockroaches land on my face with the food left overs they have rescued. When you stirr it and try to flatten it the juice from the previous day's garbage pops out. Looks a bit like Black Current Jelly. Occasionaly I find some damn idiot has put polythene or paper into the dump. So, I pull them out with my bare hands. (was too lazy to buy a pair of gloves) I can get the awsome aromas of the various ingredients. I tell myself Body Shop must be smelling like this. (Never been there, never seen a board or a label for that matter, heard somewhere the word and what it is about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I call up my sister to guard the kitchen door while I throw the dirt. I always make it a point to call her when she's having dinner. Haha no better way to annoy her, if she refuses I go with the dirt baskets near her table. Match Over !! I've been told by some of my cousins to apply to the Municipal Council for a Job. My Father also tells incase my sole aim of climbing coconut trees goes for a six maybe this will help. (During school days, the hopeless, useless bugger I am,  I was told, the way I am going Climbing coconut trees will be the only job left for me.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, pretty useful garbage disposal system. I am getting quite used to it. !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-115359232757670282?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/115359232757670282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=115359232757670282&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115359232757670282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115359232757670282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/07/dumper.html' title='The Dumper'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-115120146693777770</id><published>2006-06-24T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T07:11:15.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We do that, We all earn the right to go home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/saving.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/320/saving.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watched Saving Privates Ryan for the hmmm......maybe 20th time, this time on Sirasa TV. South korea was getting kicked out on the other channel. was knocking down with sleep (after a tired day of work and classes), but managed to stay till the end. This film is very close to my heart. Striking coincidences and simmilarities in the film and my life (hold it ! NO military involvement here !!) I have mentioned this part earlier in &lt;a href="http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-quotes.html"&gt;Great Quotes&lt;/a&gt; but I cannot refrain from posting it yet another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;" I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the Alter of Freedom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The collected works of Abraham Lincoln, edited by Roy P. Basler, Volume VIII, Letter to Mrs. Lydia Bixby (November 21, 1864, pp. 116-117)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-115120146693777770?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/115120146693777770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=115120146693777770&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115120146693777770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115120146693777770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-do-that-we-all-earn-right-to-go.html' title='&quot;We do that, We all earn the right to go home&quot;'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-115082841316356637</id><published>2006-06-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:36:43.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I was gone, something else was !!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after work,I got into the bus from Kollupitiya with a friend, went forward and got a seat. After some time another friend got in. we were chatting along. Suddenly I noticed the man seated next to me had something in his hand wrapped in a brown paper bag. It looked like a remote. To my horror he started pressing from outside of the Brownpaper cover. He peeped through the window and kept on pressing the this thing in his hand. I heard the click noise of the buttons of a remote. My blood curled. I remembered the Kebitigollawa Bus claymore explosion carried out through a remote. I thought I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not tell my freind who was standing next to me or my other friend in the bus seated a couple of rows behind. I can't afford to get the passengers panicked. confusion was taking its toll on me. who knows this guy could be some maniac out of his mind. Then he got down at Bambalapitiya Junction. I watched him cross the road and walk towards MC. I told my friend who was standing by me what happend. He took it for a joke. I think the girl seated next to me got scared listening to this. So I tried to act normal.I wasn't convinced who knows if he had set a time bomb to blow us up. Ideal targets could be a VIP or a crowded Junction. I was imagining how it would be to be blown to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was not yet time for me to go. However, anyone of you who roam the city, keep sharp. I Dunno he could be just a wayward man or who knows a prime suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday. Today, I was the one pressing the remote ? no my Mobile. I was checking the Cricket Match score. I read the score loud for a friend also to hear. Shit ! Then I put the Mob inside my bag since it could have fallen off my pocket. When I came home my Mob was gone !! Someone must be laughing at me for being such fool. (I did not notice some one had opened the side pocket zip and made the Mob vanish.) Awwww..... Now the fun begins. Inform the service provider, Police, and everyone I remember that was in my phone book. Happening..............!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-115082841316356637?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/115082841316356637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=115082841316356637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115082841316356637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115082841316356637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-i-was-gone-something-else-was.html' title='Thought I was gone, something else was !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-115056405196569685</id><published>2006-06-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:26:01.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change ?? hmm....</title><content type='html'>I seem to be meeting all kinds of characters these days. Some, known individuals seem to take another character. I'm not really sure whether I'm going bonkers or not. Well here's another one of them. This lecturer (where I go for classes) seem to have a fascination for Charles Darwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy always says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Darwin said we must change"&lt;/span&gt; (tries to give the idea we have to change according to the examiner) and goes on whereas he is supposed to teach Accounting &amp; Tax. Apparently he has done Biology for his A/L's (same school as I and 5,6 years senior. awww....) I hate Biology. I remember my mom pulling me by my ear and teaching me the Biology part of O/L Science. Brain refuses to take in anything Bio. Then he says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Director says, put my wife on the Balance Sheet and depreciate her........"&lt;/span&gt; huh ?? how do I do dat ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time he starts talking about putting Biological Assets in the Balance Sheet. My spoilt mind starts thinking. Hmmm... Noooo Damn it !! I manage to gather my thoughts and stay calm. Lecturer says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"those are things like"&lt;/span&gt; (here we go....)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Karawila, Pathola, Wattakka....Agricultural stuff"&lt;/span&gt; Phew !! Few minutes go by. He says,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "We have to change.... who says ?? Darwin !! The Mosquito changes, so must we.."&lt;/span&gt; again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seem to be saying this every day and there are no signs of stopping. Terrible example for change. Would have been OK if the change is automatic. Problem is we have to kill ourselves to bring about the change. Well, here goes, another character. God only knows what sort of characters I might meet in the future !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-115056405196569685?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/115056405196569685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=115056405196569685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115056405196569685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115056405196569685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/06/change-hmm.html' title='change ?? hmm....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-115012748718054331</id><published>2006-06-12T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T08:58:58.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The SlipOff of the Year (So Far !!)</title><content type='html'>Last Friday myself, with two other friends, went for a funeral of one of our school batch mate's Father. Felt really sorry for the guy as he was an only child. we stayed there till about 12.45 a.m. (although I had a hectic day tommorow) since there wasn't much of his friends to be seen at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decided to come home, awww.. no one had come in a car ! so, called a cab. We were turning to Galle Road. I was seated at the back seat. I looked through the shutter and saw that it was very dark. No lights to be seen. There were two street lamps burning although it was very dim, it did not click me they were burning. I turned to the other side saying, "machang parey mey paththey light gihilla....". For a brief moment there was pin drop silence. Then whoa, the whole cab was roaring with laughter, even the cab driver. Their bellys about to burst with laughter. Dammit, I did not realize that the 2 back seat shutters were tinted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother, that was the slip off of the year for me (so far !!). Promises all around. One guy promised to include this in next years Big Match souvenier. Another guy promised to write it in a "Bye potha". I assume that this would have been laughed over for so many times the next day (at the funeral). Well, so long for me, I meet these fellas after a long time and I manage to blow off the bellys. Feel like a damn idiot for saying what I've said, but 'da Hell !!  I find solace in telling myelf "I've been blessed with the gift of making people laugh !!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-115012748718054331?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/115012748718054331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=115012748718054331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115012748718054331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/115012748718054331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/06/slipoff-of-year-so-far.html' title='The SlipOff of the Year (So Far !!)'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114953113131376002</id><published>2006-06-05T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:30:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Pass Physics with Gin &amp; Tonic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/250px-Gin_and_Tonic.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/200/250px-Gin_and_Tonic.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never knew there was another way to pass Physics. Shit, he should have told before. I go to his place to watch the Cricket Match (no cable at home) he's seated with 2 empty cans of Tonic . He says, "You're late u bugger, see I've finished it" Its the maniac uncle dude(my neighbour) mentioned in &lt;a href="http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/present.html"&gt;The Present&lt;/a&gt;. This guy, when he's high after a drink gives me a lecture on Physics and Chemistry. He starts with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dalton's Law of Partial Pressure - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when two gasses that.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then goes on to mention&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; K2Cr2O7 (Potassium Dicromate)&lt;/span&gt; in his food. Best part is he has repeated this about three times (Each time was after getting cut) I tell this to my father and he says he &amp; their friends heard the Physics lesson (Dalton's law, Potassium.....) for over a thousand times. (My father and this uncle were freinds from small days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the fun he mutters a statement from Albert Einstein,&lt;br /&gt;(of course it is uttered with the drunkard touch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaganing bung, Albert Einstein kiuwa",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"When I was descending that declimity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;With such an excessive velocity,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I lost my center of gravity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And macadamise on the thoroughfare"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match that !! Crazy old fool. I didn't know the damn secret of passing Physics as my uncle claims. Sometimes he starts to make a calculation of about a light bulb. (again after a shot)I often tell him "You might not have been able to complete that sum at your A/L's" sure as hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114953113131376002?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114953113131376002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114953113131376002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114953113131376002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114953113131376002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-pass-physics-with-gin-tonic.html' title='How to Pass Physics with Gin &amp; Tonic'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114924031576280106</id><published>2006-06-02T02:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:25:15.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muttur - Idea ??</title><content type='html'>Hey, a sudden Flash of an idea crossed my mind. Since the LTTE has threatened the &lt;a href="http://www.asiantribune.com/index.php?q=node/375"&gt;Muslims in the Muttur area&lt;/a&gt;,  to vacate their homes, what if Al Qaeda thinks that the LTTE are against the Muslims too ?? Man, won't that fire up Al Qaeda ?? who knows. Then there'll be one terrorist shooting the shit outa  nother. Bin Laden vs Prabha. Would be fun to watch !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK hold it, Then we'll have to bring in Coalition Troops to see the backs of the Al Qaeda Fellows.  Naaah Stupid Idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114924031576280106?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114924031576280106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114924031576280106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114924031576280106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114924031576280106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/06/muttur-idea_02.html' title='Muttur - Idea ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114904601706925423</id><published>2006-05-30T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:00:56.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barista Tale</title><content type='html'>Another coincidence. Man there' so many of 'em.  And best part is, another moron is involved. &lt;a href="http://slothwastaken.blogspot.com"&gt;The True Maniac !!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister went for a wedding, and she, with a couple of freinds  had gone to Barista. (Near Galle Face). I'm in for a  suprise when she comes home and tells me "I think I saw .................." &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Sloth)&lt;/span&gt;. Me, suprised "da hell ?? that moron ??". She says, "yeah him with a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GUY&lt;/span&gt;". Hmm................ Next day I inform him that he's been spotted. Amazed he confesses, admiting he saw a couple of girls, but did not focus on them well. Apparantly, the two of them gone there to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;play Scrabble !!&lt;/span&gt;. Then I tell my sister that I  told Sloth that he's been spotted by her. Whoa !!  here I am running round the house trying to avoid a beating, the TV Remote and the cover looking lethal all of a sudden. Thank God the broom stick was not to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Sloth pulls me up "Did you tell it was me ??" Me : "Yeah, I did. I almost got killed for telling you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she doesn't see this.Thank God she's not into blogging or else......... Sloth,......... buddy,............ u owe me an ear." ('Kaney Para kanna wei")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114904601706925423?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114904601706925423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114904601706925423&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114904601706925423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114904601706925423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/barista-tale.html' title='The Barista Tale'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114897862329499266</id><published>2006-05-30T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:43:43.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio - Fuel in Sri Lanka</title><content type='html'>Hahaha  Hehehe Hohoho............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Government of Sri Lanka plans to reduce human alcohol consumption and introduce an alcohol and petrol mixture, a type of bio-fuel to run ordinary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;vehicles - the three wheel Taxies, as a pilot project."&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trishaws' gonna go gaga. I can imagine them zigzagging and about to topple..... hic ! ... hic !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiantribune.com/index.php?q=node/340"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114897862329499266?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114897862329499266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114897862329499266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114897862329499266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114897862329499266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/bio-fuel-in-sri-lanka.html' title='Bio - Fuel in Sri Lanka'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114887321779901362</id><published>2006-05-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:37:11.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Present</title><content type='html'>While day dreaming, I remembered some of the funny things that happened in our family. then I forgot some. But I do remember this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting a bottle of Pro Sport Cologne for one of my birthdays. (Thats the standard gift for any male over 15 in our area. I must'v got so many of them. Damn !!)Now there is an uncle (maniac, crazy dude !!) of mine who is our neighbour on the left of house. We went to his B'day and gave him the bottle of Pro Sport to him as a present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is another uncle (soft spoken, laid back person) who is our neighbour on the right side of our house. He had his B'day. Both these uncles are 'hata panala' (60+). The uncle on the left (maniac) celebrated his B''day agian and apparantely the uncle on the right(soft spoken) had given him a Bottle of Pro Sport Colognge as a present. It so happened to be, that it is the same thing I've given him (mainac), maniac gave softspoken and in turn has got it back. (I remember a specific mark on the bottle and the wrapping paper !!) The bottle of Pro Sport has done a round. Who knows how many rounds it has done before it reached me ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maniac uncle recieved another present from me. - a Gillette shaving foam I got from the UK. After about 3 months,  when I visit him, he says "umba deepu shaving foam iwarai, geneng thawa ekak" (The shaving foam u gave is over, bring aother one) He'll hav to wait till my next B'day !!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem in Sri Lanka !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114887321779901362?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114887321779901362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114887321779901362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114887321779901362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114887321779901362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/present.html' title='The Present'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114855403949709568</id><published>2006-05-25T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T03:57:25.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>While making a hole in my brain and pouring the arishtey (magic potion; ingredients: note book, tutorials, short notes)inside(It does hav some magic by assisting me 2 forget everything I'v studied), for the exam, I thought of browsing some student support forums. This is one of the posts I found . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/forum-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/400/forum-1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here,s the text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/forum-2_edit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/400/forum-2_edit.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the first reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/forum-3_edit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/400/forum-3_edit.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 99.99% sure the reply was by a Sri Lankan student. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;I hav to say I wud'v said the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114855403949709568?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114855403949709568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114855403949709568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114855403949709568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114855403949709568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114766410274799915</id><published>2006-05-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:35:02.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN NObody !! I HATE it.....</title><content type='html'>I hate it when something (or more often a series of events) happen, which is NObody's fault but I am at the receiving end. It's like in X-Files. Some ALIEN dude givin u a good run for your life. DAMN NObody !! Its killin me. GO ta HELL !!&lt;br /&gt;Happens all the time. Its too wired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is after couple of hours or a good nap I laugh over it and realize what a fool I'v made of myself. I met a buddy of mine and while joking for a while he told me "machang mathakane... api awilla NAWA GILUNATH BAND CHOONE......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I say "ow bung, ela kiri, ohoma yuuuung......... ohoma yuuuung......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece of advice : If any one is going through this situation. Just Calm Daown.... Hold on tight..... Don't lose control (Coz u won't b able to stop laughing at yourself) and.... Keep Goin !! It'll work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114766410274799915?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114766410274799915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114766410274799915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114766410274799915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114766410274799915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/damn-nobody-i-hate-it.html' title='DAMN NObody !! I HATE it.....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114734714295020665</id><published>2006-05-11T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T04:41:26.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Opinion ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/dalai_lama.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/200/dalai_lama.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/200px-George-W-Bush.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/200/200px-George-W-Bush.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing I figured out that His Holiness the Dalai Lama and President George W. Bush seem to share share the same Birthday. (Only the day and the month not the year of course)  6th of July. He seem to agree with most of the policies of President Bush. For example the spreading of democracy in Nations. He has openly said that in Peru (to join President Bush in establishing Democracy in Nations.). Especially as the Latin American countries seem to drift to the Left Wing. (Leftist Politics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why some Buddhist monks in Sri Lanka do not like him. Probably because he is campaining for Autonomy in Tibet. It is somewhat simmilar to the situation in Sri Lanka where the LTTE is asking for self determination. But the are clear differences between each case. May be to be consistent in each case. Or, is it that He is from the Mahayana Nikaya and Sri Lankans are mainly of the Theravada Nikaya. (what I mean is because of the different beliefs in those two Nikayas; No offence, Just trying to understand the situation Please correct me if I am wrong) If a person of such spiritual enlightnement agrees with the President there should be some truth in justifying (at least to  a certain extent)  some of his actions. (e.g. war in Iraq, Second World War )  Only time will tell whether it was the correct decision. I have to mention that I will never be able to come up with an explanation on justifying the death of all those innocent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know most people will disagree. It is just an attempt to rationalize the situation. This view can be seriously flawed. Like I said only time will tell. A healthy argument would would be great even a consensus is not reached. After all there is not much we can do about the situation.  We should be greatful to who ever or what ever that is responsible for giving us the freedom to Blog! In some countries like China there are so many restrictions. Freedom of speech and living in peace  - The results of Democracy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Source - &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114734714295020665?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114734714295020665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114734714295020665&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114734714295020665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114734714295020665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-your-opinion.html' title='What&apos;s Your Opinion ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114714539310093455</id><published>2006-05-08T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:51:36.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So &amp; So's So &amp; So</title><content type='html'>I've figures out a srtange coincidence. Quite a few of my best freinds' Girlfriends seem to be related to me in some way or the other. Is it that I've got so many lovely cousins ? or is it that all these buggers fish in the same lake ? We need New fish ! Fresh Fish......  Fresh Fish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I went for this wedding. I was going to get some water, this beautiful girl calls my name. I thought this can't be happening. She called my name again. When I turned round to see a familiar face. She said I am .....So &amp; So. Another One !! A Girlfriend of one of my best friends. Damn I could not recognize. Then a relative explained that she happened to be So &amp; So's So &amp; So. I happend to be So &amp; So's So &amp; So. Then Her So &amp; So  is apparantly the Husband of my So &amp; So and So &amp; So and So &amp; So. phew !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesen't end there. Listening to all this is another aunty who asks "putha oyata thama nadda ?" Then I have to convince her that those are private stuff and all that crap. I can vaugely predict she's tryin to slam her daughter on me. ("aney ammo mata epa !") phew !! Escaped that moment. Have to find a strategy to counter these threats. When I come to my seat all my cousins are waiting to greet me with an "aaaaaaahhhhh who was that? kiyapang kiyapang" and "tell will you". Aiyo... I have to explain the whole thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expected this type of things to come my way. Now I have to find a way to deal with it. One way is to portray my self as one stupid asshole. Another would be to tell that I'm taken by some bogus imaginary girl. But that would have repurcussions. Or else, do wut I do best Forget it !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114714539310093455?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114714539310093455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114714539310093455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114714539310093455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114714539310093455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-sos-so-so.html' title='So &amp; So&apos;s So &amp; So'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114679954610324304</id><published>2006-05-04T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:28:09.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution ?? Howcome ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/Evolution_edit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/400/Evolution_edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this by E-mail. What has happened down the line ? Where will we end up ? Something wrong with evolution ?? Spooky !! Need explanations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114679954610324304?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114679954610324304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114679954610324304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114679954610324304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114679954610324304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/evolution-howcome.html' title='Evolution ?? Howcome ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114667497114830900</id><published>2006-05-03T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:00:50.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unnath ekai Malath ekai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Athath ekai nathath ekai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;api hamada somiye innawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;deiyo dani api nodani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;marena dawasa kauru kiyanawa........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems to be what's going through some of the Sri Lankans' minds. Certainly goes through my mind. The uncertain days are here again. I get out of the house not knowing whether I will ever see home again. There could be a bomb in the train. But we don't seem to be vigilant about it either. Can't look at all the people in suspence. However, there are moments of peace as well. All dispairs dissappear when we pass, along the rail track, the heavenly abode in Mount, with the see on the other side, not only for me but for many, where you can find solace. It drives the pains away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday there was a rumour that there was bomb close to our work place. Nobody including myself seem to be bothered. Everyone was laughing saying "Dhhho...ng....    Dhhho...ng... Api mala". There were Army and Police personell with dogs running all over the place. The frequent hearing of the ambulance's siren is back. A man who sat next to me in the bus was telling me "Oya thamai Mahinda Chinthanaya" on hearing couple of ambulances passing by. (I think he was drunk) However I am positive that these times will pass and will not last. But who knows ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should not have happened this way.&lt;br /&gt;It should have happened some otherway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Adareta ona deyak karanna hakilu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Salli nathath raja wenawalu......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114667497114830900?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114667497114830900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114667497114830900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114667497114830900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114667497114830900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/05/unnath-ekai-malath-ekai.html' title='&quot;Unnath ekai Malath ekai'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114622310837676045</id><published>2006-04-28T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T04:21:06.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracy ? Freedom ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/200px-British_gulf_war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/320/200px-British_gulf_war.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Oath of Allegiance that the soldiers take upon joining the British Army  goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who believe in God use the following words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I swear by Almighty God that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, her heirs and successors and that I will as in duty bound honestly and faithfully defend Her Majesty, her heirs and successors in person, crown and dignity against all enemies and will observe and obey all orders of Her Majesty, her heirs and successors and of the generals and officers set over me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Others replace the words&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"swear by Almighty God"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Army#Oath_of_Allegiance"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the option given for believers and non believers portrays Democracy and Freedom. Do other countries have it? I have no idea. But this is a fine example. There may be certain shortcomings in implementing a perfect system. However, the commitment seems to be genuine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114622310837676045?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114622310837676045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114622310837676045&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114622310837676045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114622310837676045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/04/democracy-freedom.html' title='Democracy ? Freedom ?'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114593449284364099</id><published>2006-04-24T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:08:12.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/andy_woody_edit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/320/andy_woody_edit.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that Woody first appeared in an episode of Andy Panda. &lt;a href="http://boards.ign.com/board/b6579/98157109/p1/?28"&gt;more...&lt;/a&gt; I am a cartoon fan and there are no signs of stopping. Kids nowadays are addicted to Wrestling. they do not seem to watch cartoons. So we, the wannabe kids watch them,I try not to miss the Woody Wood Pecker Show on weekdays on ART TV. There are loads of other kids stuff that we watch. Some of the Sinhala versions like Soorapappa (Asterix) and Kawdaboy (Lucky Luke) are real fun. I also have a friend who can laugh like Woddy "Guess Who.. Heeee Hawwww...Heeee Hawwww"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Source : &lt;a href="http://www.capitalcomics.com/covers/00983.jpg"&gt;Capital Comics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114593449284364099?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114593449284364099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114593449284364099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114593449284364099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114593449284364099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/04/guess-who_24.html' title='Guess Who ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114552514433154276</id><published>2006-04-20T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T02:37:59.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay -MORE ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/1-1-610_3_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/320/1-1-610_3_edit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.kapowwe.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Product_Code=1-1-610&amp;amp;Category_Code=WWII"&gt;Claymore-Mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/mine-m18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/320/mine-m18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;source : &lt;a href="http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/m18-claymore.htm"&gt;FAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days saw the Claymore Mines taking their victims numbering over 50. Sounds like no point of De-mining as Re-minig seem to be happening at a faster rate. The Sri Lankan people have seen enough bloodshed due to the conflict. We've witnessed war for almost all of our short lifespan. We can coexist. Its the leaders who are greedy for power and a few brain washed maniacs who can't coexist. Why build fences around us when we all are human beings ? Are humans born to self destruct ? We would not face another tommorow if not for the brave souls who gave up theirs in the name of freedom. It'll take ages when we realize that "Front Towards Enemy" is actually "Front Towards Friend,Brother,Sister, ......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;age shall not wither them nor the years condemn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;At the going down of the sun and in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;we will remember them ..."&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/8459053-114552514433154276?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114552514433154276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114552514433154276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114552514433154276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114552514433154276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/04/clay-more.html' title='Clay -MORE ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114527195044944931</id><published>2006-04-17T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:05:50.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Directions</title><content type='html'>All characters mentioned below are imaginery. NO offence !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; hey chk this out &lt;a href="http://www.darcity.nt.gov.au/lostdogs.htm"&gt;http://www.darcity.nt.gov.au/lostdogs.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; wut d u think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; err interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; are you there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth: &lt;/span&gt;yo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; that day i went to Puba restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; just near mount hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; havnt heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; dodgy joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; had to cross the railway tracks where this guy stood with a torch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; and wut did he do wit the torch ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; he put it up my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; and u ran 2 the see to put it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; where did u park ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; near the track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; on college avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; near the damn tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; where abt i mean a landmark near the placee u parkd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; a coconut tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; ah right i remember the spot that kinda tall coconut tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog :&lt;/span&gt; near the tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; it has coconuts in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; its kinda slanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; you the dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; you the sloth right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; hey and there was a guy holdin a torch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; err yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; so wut did u do there ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; i drank a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; then we went to eat at pilawoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; only u drank and the others watched u drink ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; they drank too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; wut did u hav ? OLD ? gal or pol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; is there a lion in you now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; bad joint ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; not too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; were there a lot of ppl ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; not much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; just another table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; private spot eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; only guys ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; some dodgy looking girls were there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; wonder who ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; tell u wut I'm gonna blog this conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; no, don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; I'll censor some of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; wuts wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sloth:&lt;/span&gt; ok just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dog:&lt;/span&gt; ahhhhh thats more like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a few more of these guys to giv you directions and that'll send you down under&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114527195044944931?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114527195044944931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114527195044944931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114527195044944931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114527195044944931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfect-directions.html' title='Perfect Directions'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114506671710981647</id><published>2006-04-14T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:40:51.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He who awakens the gods of the air,........."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/phenom_stars-1b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/200/phenom_stars-1b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a coincidence ? The brightest star in the night sky.  The Dog is also described as "he who awakens the gods of the air, and summons them to their office of bringing the rain." by the ancient people. &lt;a href="http://www.souledout.org/cosmology/sirius/siriusgodstar.html"&gt;more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to fnd "SIRIUS" - the &lt;a href="http://www.greatdreams.com/dogstar.htm"&gt;Dog Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/stardog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/200/stardog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this sounds more like it for me I guess. Anyway its Great to be a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DOG Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.petloveshack.com/canismajor.html"&gt;Pets Love Shack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114506671710981647?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114506671710981647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114506671710981647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114506671710981647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114506671710981647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/04/he-who-awakens-gods-of-air.html' title='&quot;He who awakens the gods of the air,.........&quot;'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114485903216547914</id><published>2006-04-12T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:33:27.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Blunder</title><content type='html'>Kinda Long but it all happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, today was a terrible experience. I had to go with my dad to the Big City (Cargills Food City in town) to buy some stuff. On our way we thought we'll pump some Petrol. There was a long queue. When my chance came dad got out and went to get some Break Oil. After a while I saw the Man who was pumpin juice seem to have finished the job. Then  I thought I heard  the guy at the back toot the horn.  I quickly strarted the car and was goin forward when there was a lauuuud thud on the back of the car. The pumping man was hittin the car like crazy. Then I realized 'Oh brother', he was still pumpin. If not for him I wud 'av taken the pump with me. I stopped. That man was swearing at me. The whole Petrol Shed was staring at me. Then came my dad and he blasted me to pieces in front of everyone. "You wud'av taken whole pump with you, see you still can't drive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that was it and came to Big City. Dad wanted to by some Beer. We were at the queue for the liquor store. Then  heard "Old Iwarai, Old Iwarai" (Old Arrack is over) so many dissapointed souls got out of the queue. Dad waited to collect the bottles and I was pulled by a sales guy and was directed to pay for them. Thoroughly confused I paid and came back to the liquor store, loaded the bottles into a bag and I saw 2 more bottles on the table. I tried to take them as well. Surprisingly they were empty. Then I hear a voice "Hey they are mine" shouts an old gentleman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then I had keep guard for the bottles(8 bottles) while my father went to look for Cornetto for my sister. I was standing at the entrance with the bottles with the whole crowd (people entering the super market and ppl at the counter - err I was facing all the counters) staring at me. Then I saw a parishioner of our church (I think he is a Warden) with his wife and two young daughters. He looked at me then at the Beer bottles and looked away.(may be not to cause any embarrasment). Must 'av told himself "Gee I thought this guy was a sober dude. Better keep my daughters away from him" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not all, in a little while an old man comes next to  me and looks at me.. then he looks at the bottles.. again he looks at me... again he looks a the bottles. (8 bottles) Crazy old fool I know what he was thinkin. "Can this guy pour all that beer down his throat ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I've had enough of it. What a day What a Blunder !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114485903216547914?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114485903216547914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114485903216547914&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114485903216547914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114485903216547914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-blunder.html' title='What a Blunder'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114420783353277704</id><published>2006-04-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:35:10.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Donation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/200/0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size=2&gt; Guess these are those New SLTB buses on the Road. (Painted in Red). Never thought they were "Environmentally Substandard". Here goes another Donation. Wonder whether we'll have to suffer the envoronmental consequences in time to come. I feel these buses hav got some sort of shock absorbers unlike the Lanka Ashok Leyland. On Monday I went in one of these new buses and its shocks seem to have deteriorated. (I'm not quite sure whether the driver was drunk) With 150 new ones on sri Lankan roads, "God help us now !"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size=2&gt;source : &lt;a href="http://www.ramadbk.com/news/2005/21.html"&gt;www.ramadbk.com/news/2005/21.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114420783353277704?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114420783353277704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114420783353277704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114420783353277704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114420783353277704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-donation.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot; size=3&gt;Another Donation&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114414757787850280</id><published>2006-04-04T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T03:46:17.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whom I was angry with ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size=2&gt;Last  week one day, dogtired after work, I was doin some work at home and suddenly I knocked my eye on a piece of glass. It was a thundering knock. I must admit I swore at the piece of glass. I dunno whom I was addressing. But there was no bleeding. Later I realized the piece of Glass, What it means. When you look into it you see yourself (Reflection). Wonder whom I was angry with ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114414757787850280?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114414757787850280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114414757787850280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114414757787850280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114414757787850280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/04/whom-i-was-angry-with.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;arial&quot; size=3&gt;Whom I was angry with ??&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114309731493602822</id><published>2006-03-22T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:07:34.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I did not say these and there certainly are many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Abraham Lincoln (16th president of US)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any one thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Force is all-conquering, but its victories are short-lived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will prepare and some day my chance will come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Abraham_Lincoln/"&gt;The quotations page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Early Life, 1930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma: but perhaps there is a key. That key is Russian national interest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio speech, 1939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"For myself I am an optimist - it does not seem to be much use being anything else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speech at the Lord Mayor's banquet, London, November 9, 1954&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Never give in--never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech, 1941, Harrow School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Although prepared for martyrdom, I preferred that it be postponed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"History will be kind to me for I intend to write it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Sir_Winston_Churchill/1"&gt;The Quotations Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My Favourites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Never, never, never give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the Alter of Freedom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The collected works of Abraham Lincoln, edited by Roy P. Basler, Volume VIII, Letter to Mrs. Lydia Bixby (November 21, 1864, pp. 116-117)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Look around you. In the 7th Cavalry, we got a Captain from the Ukraine. Another from Puerto Rico. We've got Japanese, Chinese, Blacks, Hispanics, Cherokee Indians, Jews and Gentiles -- all Americans. Now here in the States, some men in this Unit may experience discrimination because of race or creed. But for you and me now, all that is gone. We're moving into the 'valley of the shadow of death' -- where you will watch the back of the man next to you, as he will watch yours. And you won't care what color he is or by what name he calls God."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"They say we're leavin' home. We're goin' to what home was always supposed to be. So let us understand the situation. We are goin' into battle against a tough and determined enemy. I can't promise you that I will bring you all home alive. But this I swear before you and before Almighty God: That when we go into battle, I will be the first to set foot on the field, and I will be the last to stop off. And I will leave no one behind."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"Dead or alive, we will all come home together."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So help me God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lieutenant Colonel Harold        "Hal" G. Moore: Address to the 7th Cavalry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Were        Soldiers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;        (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-114309731493602822?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114309731493602822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114309731493602822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114309731493602822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114309731493602822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-quotes.html' title='Great Quotes'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-114103394599329699</id><published>2006-02-27T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:53:54.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAARRRGHHHH  GRRRRRR.............. I knew I'll FORGET that !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the last time when you got out of the house in the morning and just as you leave home you tell yourself "I know I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;FORGOT SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then on your way to work you remember that SOMETHING. You also Remember ............. "AAAAARRRGHHHH GRRRRRR.............. I knew I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;FORGET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a shame I've been keeping it in my mind all morning knowing I'll forget that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;UNTIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;the time I got out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sure do remember all of those times but still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;FORGRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; what I had to remember.&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/8459053-114103394599329699?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/114103394599329699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=114103394599329699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114103394599329699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/114103394599329699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2006/02/aaaaarrrghhhh-grrrrrr-i-knew-ill.html' title='AAAAARRRGHHHH  GRRRRRR.............. I knew I&apos;ll FORGET that !'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-113082686943865536</id><published>2005-10-31T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:00:13.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried another LOTTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Taz&lt;/b&gt;. "Blah blah blah pttttt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is going way too fast for you! &lt;br&gt;You need to stop and smell the roses sometimes. &lt;br&gt;Finding love is a hard thing &lt;br&gt;to do, but don't fret. "Mr(s). Right" will be &lt;br&gt;found one day. &lt;br&gt;You just need to keep looking. &lt;br&gt;Date around. If the dates don't work out, &lt;br&gt;keep trying. Don't let it wear &lt;br&gt;you down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Taz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Foghorn Leghorn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Henry Hawk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Yosimite Sam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Tweety Bird&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sylvester&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Wile E. Coyote&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Petunia Pig&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Elmer Fudd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Porky Pig&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Daffy Duck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Marvin Martian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Bugs Bunny&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sylvester Jr.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1101672902Taz.bmp'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=264'&gt;Which Looney Tune Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-113082686943865536?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/113082686943865536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=113082686943865536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/113082686943865536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/113082686943865536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/10/tried-another-lotto.html' title='Tried another LOTTO'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-113052329998266215</id><published>2005-10-28T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:52:52.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORMULA 1 test driving track</title><content type='html'>The road to reach my home from the main road is a happening one.&lt;br /&gt;The road is full of puddles &lt;span style="font-family:FMDerana;font-size:180%;"&gt;^w,s  kdjk j,j,a&amp; &lt;/span&gt;, garbage, animals, huge rocks, animal refuse.... you name it our road's got it. It is the perfect test driving track for any vehicle. (or at least for the Shock Absorbers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was the road to paradise. After all the road to paradise is supposed to be narrow, full of obstacles. (There ain't no paradise at the end of my road. howcome ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it ould provide aperfect test driving track for off road vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've go to spare a thought for the people who use this road !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-113052329998266215?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/113052329998266215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=113052329998266215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/113052329998266215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/113052329998266215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/10/formula-1-test-driving-track.html' title='FORMULA 1 test driving track'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-112780517842820353</id><published>2005-09-27T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T00:12:58.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s The POINT ??</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;point&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve got one, &lt;br /&gt;But I cannot prove it,&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHAT’S THE POINT ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-112780517842820353?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/112780517842820353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=112780517842820353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/112780517842820353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/112780517842820353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-point.html' title='What’s The POINT ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-111306351581035653</id><published>2005-04-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T09:18:35.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer on the street</title><content type='html'>Its something that happens automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I'm walkin on the street I seem to play a funny kind of soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball is relpaed by stones of defferent sizes and the goal seems to be something of the like of a vehicle, human being, animal. (I have to say that most of the penalty kicks aren't deliberate !!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't have any opponents but the goal or the goal keeper seem to be excrutiatingly fierce. &lt;strong&gt;"You son of a ..." , "you idiot", "a**h**l*" ,"bloody pool"&lt;/strong&gt; comes the cheers from them. Terrible I must say the fans are they start laughin at me. They include the stray dogs and other god forsaken animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I say go for practices !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-111306351581035653?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/111306351581035653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=111306351581035653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/111306351581035653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/111306351581035653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/04/soccer-on-street.html' title='Soccer on the street'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-111142464013061509</id><published>2005-03-21T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T09:09:19.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEdiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 47% Idiot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="&lt;a style=" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=741516d0-8635-449e-8e7b-914071fd3d36"&gt;http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=741516d0-8635-449e-8e7b-914071fd3d36"&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=775cb2c4-3a50-4bb3-af27-e3b173ca2bb6.gif"http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=775cb2c4-3a50-4bb3-af27-e3b173ca2bb6.gif&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;/img&gt;alt="Ain' target=_blank nowrap&gt;&lt;a align="center"&gt;I a&gt;&lt; &gt;&lt; border="0"&gt;Take'&gt;http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=741516d0-8635-449e-8e7b-914071fd3d36"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;Idiot Test&lt;br /&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&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/8459053-111142464013061509?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/111142464013061509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=111142464013061509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/111142464013061509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/111142464013061509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/03/eediot.html' title='EEdiot'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-111133938697508712</id><published>2005-03-20T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T09:27:29.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, this is kinda TRUE !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bordercolor="#333333" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyrrha.org/pulp"&gt;&lt;img height="107" alt="What Pulp Fiction Character Are You?" src="http://www.pyrrha.org/pulp/char/butchbanner.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tired of being underappreciated and manipulated by powerful "others," you fight back. Though possesssing a cold, violent outside, you have a soft, scentimental inside. You love your partner, you cherish family heirlooms, and you want nothing more than to be geniunely happy -- but you don't mind having to kill a couple of nimrods who happen to clutter your path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.pyrrha.org/pulp"&gt;What Pulp Fiction Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-111133938697508712?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/111133938697508712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=111133938697508712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/111133938697508712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/111133938697508712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/03/man-this-is-kinda-true.html' title='Man, this is kinda TRUE !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-110952368310096387</id><published>2005-02-27T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:01:23.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the NERRRD ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=8576" alt="I am nerdier than 25% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-110952368310096387?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/110952368310096387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=110952368310096387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110952368310096387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110952368310096387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-nerrrd.html' title='Who the NERRRD ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-110952288094193485</id><published>2005-02-27T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T08:48:00.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the Loser ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=7656" alt="I am 47% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-110952288094193485?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/110952288094193485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=110952288094193485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110952288094193485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110952288094193485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-loser.html' title='Who the Loser ??'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-110891716775719471</id><published>2005-02-20T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T08:32:47.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did what I did, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I did it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and its done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or did I ..??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Memory !! I've lost it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-110891716775719471?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/110891716775719471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=110891716775719471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110891716775719471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110891716775719471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-did.html' title='I did .....'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-110546577248297996</id><published>2005-01-11T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T09:49:32.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable, Believe it !!</title><content type='html'>On the day the Tsunami hit our beaches Some Dolphins hav been sighted on the beach(not sure  Sri Lanka or Indonesia). Some Singaporean tourists saw them and fled inland and saved their lives. They hav heard that Dolphins surfacing on the beach can mean disaster approachin and on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to carry a warning message to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Animals hav that gift which we humans do not posses or &lt;br /&gt;DO WE ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many religous statues and shrines were spared.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it was a premeditated attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-110546577248297996?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/110546577248297996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=110546577248297996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110546577248297996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110546577248297996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2005/01/unbelievable-believe-it.html' title='Unbelievable, Believe it !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-110382363296059239</id><published>2004-12-23T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T08:23:53.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This song is picked from the soundtrack of Lord of the Rings Trilogy, The Return of The King. Sounds a fitting finale for a journey's end. Feels like goin to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the West&lt;br /&gt;performed by Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay Down&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet and weary head&lt;br /&gt;Night is falling&lt;br /&gt;You have come to journey's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now&lt;br /&gt;Dream-of the ones who came before&lt;br /&gt;They are calling&lt;br /&gt;From across a distant shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you weep?&lt;br /&gt;What are these tears upon your face?&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will see&lt;br /&gt;All of your fears will pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;You're only sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you see?&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;Why do the white gulls call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea&lt;br /&gt;A pale moon rises.&lt;br /&gt;The ships have come&lt;br /&gt;To carry you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all will turn to silver glass.&lt;br /&gt;A light on the water&lt;br /&gt;All souls pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope fades&lt;br /&gt;Into the world of night.&lt;br /&gt;Through shadows falling,&lt;br /&gt;Out of memory and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say&lt;br /&gt;We have come now to the end.&lt;br /&gt;White shores are calling&lt;br /&gt;You and I will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Just sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you see?&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;Why do the white gulls call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea&lt;br /&gt;A pale moon rises.&lt;br /&gt;The ships have come&lt;br /&gt;To carry you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all will turn to silver glass.&lt;br /&gt;A light on the water&lt;br /&gt;Grey ships pass&lt;br /&gt;Into the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.electricartists.com/lotr/intothewest_56.asx"&gt;http://www.electricartists.com/lotr/intothewest_56.asx&lt;/a&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/8459053-110382363296059239?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/110382363296059239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=110382363296059239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110382363296059239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110382363296059239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2004/12/journeys-end.html' title='Journey&apos;s End'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-110339046628972396</id><published>2004-12-18T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T09:21:06.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officailly Out of Control</title><content type='html'>I'm free.... Free falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No but I'm not. I'm out of control. One day I crossed the road to the wrong side when I should have actually walked down the road and got into a bus. Too tired I guess. NO REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delete SMS's pushing the wrong button without replying.&lt;br /&gt;Never been this crazy. I think the after effects of the FYP is hittin me these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-110339046628972396?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/110339046628972396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=110339046628972396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110339046628972396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110339046628972396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2004/12/officailly-out-of-control_18.html' title='Officailly Out of Control'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-110295734191475575</id><published>2004-12-13T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T09:02:21.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remote Control</title><content type='html'>Man I have no peace of mind when I watch TV. Reason - the Remote Control Buttons Fail to change the channel every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go changing channels and get stuck in an English news channel Father comes runnning "AH NEWS NEWS". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go changing channels and get stuck where they show the shorts of the next episode of Dawson's Creek my Sister  comes runnning "AH Dawson's CREEEEEEEEEEK". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go changing channels and get stuck where Sinhala news is going on, our helper comes running "Aney baba pravurthi balanna dennako".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get wild with anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I get stuck where there is a good movie. "AH peace at last" I tell my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is short lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my mother turns up exactly when there is a Love Making or a very Passionate kissing scene is shown and the remote gets stuck. Damn It! I can't change the channel to avoid my mother seeing &lt;br /&gt;all this.&lt;br /&gt;Then she goes away shouting "What rubbish are you watching Go and sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no ther option but to obey her !!&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I lose my peace of mind when watching TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-110295734191475575?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/110295734191475575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=110295734191475575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110295734191475575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110295734191475575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2004/12/remote-control.html' title='The Remote Control'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-110239721671116786</id><published>2004-12-06T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:26:56.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now It gets tough</title><content type='html'>Two more days to go. Then its all over or will it keep getting dragged ? God only knows. Worst thing is say all went well, what happens afterwards ? I haven't got the faintest idea !!&lt;br /&gt;talkin about the presention and beyond !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-110239721671116786?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/110239721671116786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=110239721671116786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110239721671116786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/110239721671116786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2004/12/now-it-gets-tough.html' title='Now It gets tough'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-109932707967018989</id><published>2004-11-01T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:37:59.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream On !!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey lets talk about day dreaming. When I start to dream somwhere down the way I feel O.K. this thing happening is too remote. Then I come to realize that it is imagination in the first place and anyhting and everything can happen in your dream. Now there's some motivation for you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-109932707967018989?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/109932707967018989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=109932707967018989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/109932707967018989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/109932707967018989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2004/11/dream-on.html' title='Dream On !!'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-109889689032255307</id><published>2004-10-27T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T10:08:10.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Alright</title><content type='html'>Blogging seems alright !! But I came to know about the Blogger's conference. Man this is serious stuff and some people so particular about it. Anyway I am not as intelectual as the DIE HARD bloggers. Or should I say I am more down to earth!! No hard feelings !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-109889689032255307?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/109889689032255307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=109889689032255307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/109889689032255307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/109889689032255307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2004/10/looks-alright.html' title='Looks Alright'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-109651968068850367</id><published>2004-09-29T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:48:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why sloth ?</title><content type='html'>Why does every one pick on sloth ?? The poor fellow is wondering why?&lt;br /&gt;The list ranges from  an excellent academic with a PHD to an ordinary cyclist.&lt;br /&gt;I should be shot coz I'm being one of them right now!! But  he enjoys being picked by a certain &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;GANG&lt;/span&gt; !!! or does he freak out when he sees them. The former is the Ideal and the latter the reality. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-109651968068850367?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/109651968068850367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=109651968068850367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/109651968068850367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/109651968068850367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-sloth.html' title='why sloth ?'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8459053.post-109628336497470673</id><published>2004-09-27T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T04:09:24.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marraige Proposal For Sloth</title><content type='html'>The suposed lovelife of Sloth should be fruitful , decided the rest of his group.&lt;br /&gt;What better way than to make a marraige proposal fpr him. He is to be descibed as wiered (most important) well......... let me see is there anything else ? well nothing that I know of. Hey wait a minute. Someone said he's got a good build. God save him !!!! Anyway we are searching for volunteers to appear as his mom and dad. Lets give the fellow some chance in marraige life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8459053-109628336497470673?l=goingetstough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/feeds/109628336497470673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8459053&amp;postID=109628336497470673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/109628336497470673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8459053/posts/default/109628336497470673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goingetstough.blogspot.com/2004/09/marraige-proposal-for-sloth.html' title='Marraige Proposal For Sloth'/><author><name>dogfight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602269928754964485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7671/574/1600/0036.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
