<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Sep 2024 20:17:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Supun Praneeth | The official blog site</title><description>The official blog site of Supun Praneeth.Contact he now.</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Supun Praneeth</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>spmsupun@gmail.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-4378169906226758706</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2013 08:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-30T00:11:39.990-08:00</atom:updated><title>You don't have to be perfect for anyone, it's someone that has to find you perfect as you are.</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJh286BbxHN9Jpvu8HxrOHQBYalGNayTAlHO8ztyvxKeFa5PijRbnkWiuyJn0098I6FyPtJY6AD0vgEzpWfBvIHFmMSbWQeJbnrubY5Dw4d62MIeDrUJP72p1kvza4lEi-iJ-FMLFCZQ/s1600/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJh286BbxHN9Jpvu8HxrOHQBYalGNayTAlHO8ztyvxKeFa5PijRbnkWiuyJn0098I6FyPtJY6AD0vgEzpWfBvIHFmMSbWQeJbnrubY5Dw4d62MIeDrUJP72p1kvza4lEi-iJ-FMLFCZQ/s400/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2012/05/lonely.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJh286BbxHN9Jpvu8HxrOHQBYalGNayTAlHO8ztyvxKeFa5PijRbnkWiuyJn0098I6FyPtJY6AD0vgEzpWfBvIHFmMSbWQeJbnrubY5Dw4d62MIeDrUJP72p1kvza4lEi-iJ-FMLFCZQ/s72-c/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-7193945698922838510</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2011 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-02T12:09:36.572-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kaluthara Temple</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44709681@N07/5891216422/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6005/5891216422_1884b24fe5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44709681@N07/5891216422/"&gt;Kaluthara Temple&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44709681@N07/"&gt;Supun Praneeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/kaluthara-temple.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6005/5891216422_1884b24fe5_t.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-2344144095880683523</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-01T08:10:52.038-07:00</atom:updated><title>Let Me In</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44709681@N07/5890598091/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5890598091_e37297eb71_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44709681@N07/5890598091/"&gt;Let Me In&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44709681@N07/"&gt;Supun Praneeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bullied young boy befriends a young female vampire who lives in secrecy with her guardian.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/let-me-in.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5890598091_e37297eb71_t.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-6763923748204180540</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T07:57:29.781-07:00</atom:updated><title>I am alone..</title><description>I am alone, so very alone I hurt, so very bad I am ignored, just&lt;br /&gt;thrown aside I am security, for others to have I am lonely, there is&lt;br /&gt;no one close, no one sees the pain I cry, hope is gone I am alone, and&lt;br /&gt;no one knows... :'(:'(</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-alone.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-8070860977414054785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-25T07:21:27.208-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>I'm so sory my best friend "ALONE". I really miss you. bcoz I have now a new bestfriend. Do you know her? she is ..............(gues)</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-so-sory-my-best-friend-alone.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-2482369783747856717</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T20:35:31.458-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mom, I Love You !</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ElS_oGBbd4eV1NqNEw81AmKoqZV-P1OydS5Nu49tUFimCSLmeu8Nb2TlErORwPylFDyrHcshcBTbE-gLkvlvSo4RpDBZj69SZqLoGKXxPKGt1J31IgRiH3rgas0Ate8AjTUU02eDcQ/s1600-h/5969213-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ElS_oGBbd4eV1NqNEw81AmKoqZV-P1OydS5Nu49tUFimCSLmeu8Nb2TlErORwPylFDyrHcshcBTbE-gLkvlvSo4RpDBZj69SZqLoGKXxPKGt1J31IgRiH3rgas0Ate8AjTUU02eDcQ/s400/5969213-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440179468567467506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I remember, that day whenever I was on a ferry, and I saw my mother was waving her hand to me with tears shed to the ground. That past always in my heart until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I want to tell you a story,&lt;br /&gt;To hug you along the way,&lt;br /&gt;As if your love only for me,&lt;br /&gt;No hatred, but tears shed beneath a time,&lt;br /&gt;I wish my hand strong enough to write,&lt;br /&gt;An experience of life between the stars of night,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with the power of love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom, please hear your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Keep close and hold me,&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I love you, and always smile !&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2010/02/mom-i-love-you.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ElS_oGBbd4eV1NqNEw81AmKoqZV-P1OydS5Nu49tUFimCSLmeu8Nb2TlErORwPylFDyrHcshcBTbE-gLkvlvSo4RpDBZj69SZqLoGKXxPKGt1J31IgRiH3rgas0Ate8AjTUU02eDcQ/s72-c/5969213-lg.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-7744973568906074771</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T04:16:35.323-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sri lanka beautiful baby</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44709681@N07/4315667072/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4315667072_f72d450d82_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44709681@N07/4315667072/"&gt;Sri lanka beautiful baby&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/44709681@N07/"&gt;spmsupun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact me get original photo - spmsupun@gmail.com&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2010/02/sri-lanka-beautiful-baby.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4315667072_f72d450d82_t.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-7765635205536892011</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2010 10:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T03:11:37.818-08:00</atom:updated><title>An Entrapment</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizTUS9xZEmXdrR-M_6YNG-OKm2pm38AWnAbUd50o7UTpITuuPGAZGiaw4lux-R4d2i4xcXXISm5-mUNeuQkuCjPSBO-msZueYQfR87txG4U6GKwORPAnM2A16DILXe5_BS3q5-eCuyA/s1600-h/3590921074_5c8b31d8dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizTUS9xZEmXdrR-M_6YNG-OKm2pm38AWnAbUd50o7UTpITuuPGAZGiaw4lux-R4d2i4xcXXISm5-mUNeuQkuCjPSBO-msZueYQfR87txG4U6GKwORPAnM2A16DILXe5_BS3q5-eCuyA/s400/3590921074_5c8b31d8dd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428776321491187602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My love, I have tried with all my being&lt;br /&gt;to grasp a form comparable to thine own,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing seems worthy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now why Shakespeare could not&lt;br /&gt;compare his love to a summer’s day.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a crime to denounce the beauty&lt;br /&gt;of such a creature as thee,&lt;br /&gt;to simply cast away the precision&lt;br /&gt;God had placed in forging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each facet of your being&lt;br /&gt;whether it physical or spiritual&lt;br /&gt;is an ensnarement&lt;br /&gt;from which there is no release.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not wish release.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to stay entrapped forever.&lt;br /&gt;With you for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts, always as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/entrapment.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizTUS9xZEmXdrR-M_6YNG-OKm2pm38AWnAbUd50o7UTpITuuPGAZGiaw4lux-R4d2i4xcXXISm5-mUNeuQkuCjPSBO-msZueYQfR87txG4U6GKwORPAnM2A16DILXe5_BS3q5-eCuyA/s72-c/3590921074_5c8b31d8dd.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-681787795951705945</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T10:52:54.255-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ending Her Cries</title><description>I looked into her eyes&lt;br&gt;I got lost in their depth&lt;br&gt;A glance into the future&lt;br&gt;Revealing the secrets she kept&lt;br&gt;For so many years she cared too&lt;br&gt;Yet we were both afraid to say&lt;br&gt;We avoided each other&lt;br&gt;completely...&lt;br&gt;Every time, simply another day&lt;br&gt;She cried to me one night.&lt;br&gt;~Please help, I don&amp;#39;t know what&lt;br&gt;to do~&lt;br&gt;I wrapped my arms around her&lt;br&gt;body.&lt;br&gt;~It is okay now, I&amp;#39;m here with&lt;br&gt;you~&lt;br&gt;She told me about her&lt;br&gt;boyfriend,&lt;br&gt;He cheated, and hurt her bad...&lt;br&gt;I told her not to worry...&lt;br&gt;But in the inside I was getting&lt;br&gt;mad.&lt;br&gt;I held back my anger...&lt;br&gt;And I comforted her instead.&lt;br&gt;Playing with her hair,&lt;br&gt;She lay still on my bed.&lt;br&gt;I leaned over to kiss her cheek,&lt;br&gt;She smiled and turned to me.&lt;br&gt;~Thank you for being there...&lt;br&gt;I Have finally learned to see~&lt;br&gt;With that she drifted off,&lt;br&gt;I left her quietly sleeping.&lt;br&gt;~How could anyone want to&lt;br&gt;hurt her? ~&lt;br&gt;I ran through thoughts, my&lt;br&gt;heart leaping.&lt;br&gt;I met up with her boyfriend,&lt;br&gt;Swung out of pure love and&lt;br&gt;rage.&lt;br&gt;A knife stabbed through my&lt;br&gt;stomach..&lt;br&gt;~God where were you today?~&lt;br&gt;My head smacking onto the&lt;br&gt;pavement,&lt;br&gt;My breath getting thin...&lt;br&gt;My vision blurred and fading&lt;br&gt;slowly...&lt;br&gt;This was a battle I could never&lt;br&gt;win.&lt;br&gt;As this darkness consumes me...&lt;br&gt;Light fills my eyes...&lt;br&gt;I am proud to have lost my life,&lt;br&gt;If it meant ending her cries...</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/ending-her-cries.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-5697238566550699917</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T10:50:15.243-08:00</atom:updated><title>Just Friends?</title><description>I love you more every day,&lt;br&gt;My name I long for you to say.&lt;br&gt;Do you know just how I feel?&lt;br&gt;Do you know this love is real?&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I wonder what you&lt;br&gt;think.&lt;br&gt;When you hear my name, do&lt;br&gt;your cheeks turn pink?&lt;br&gt;Do you dream about me every&lt;br&gt;night?&lt;br&gt;Wish to hug me and hold me&lt;br&gt;tight?&lt;br&gt;Do you think we&amp;#39;re meant to be?&lt;br&gt;Together forever, you and me?&lt;br&gt;These are the questions that run&lt;br&gt;through my mind,&lt;br&gt;Your way into my heart, you did&lt;br&gt;find.&lt;br&gt;It drives me crazy as to what I&lt;br&gt;should do,&lt;br&gt;Should I risk a friendship and&lt;br&gt;confess to you?&lt;br&gt;Or should I keep my feelings&lt;br&gt;inside,&lt;br&gt;Keep them locked up, let them&lt;br&gt;hide?&lt;br&gt;I just don&amp;#39;t know what to do&lt;br&gt;anymore,&lt;br&gt;My heart it aches, my heart it&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;sore.&lt;br&gt;I love you more than you could&lt;br&gt;know,&lt;br&gt;And I don&amp;#39;t want to ever let you&lt;br&gt;go.&lt;br&gt;So even if I&amp;#39;m just a friend,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll always love you until the end.</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-friends.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-8800297976625884402</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T10:48:38.343-08:00</atom:updated><title>Would you just listen?</title><description>Would you just listen and please&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t say a word, just yet,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d like you to think back to the&lt;br&gt;very first time we met,&lt;br&gt;How you felt around me? The&lt;br&gt;memories we shared,&lt;br&gt;And just remember that once&lt;br&gt;upon a time, you really cared.&lt;br&gt;Now think about how we&lt;br&gt;parted, and how much I cried,&lt;br&gt;But please don&amp;#39;t speak,&lt;br&gt;remember that I never ever lied,&lt;br&gt;That I told you the honest truth&lt;br&gt;about why we were to split,&lt;br&gt;But now I&amp;#39;d like you to know&lt;br&gt;that my heart broke bit by bit.&lt;br&gt;The pain was deep, unbearable&lt;br&gt;and painful, for so many years,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll never forget all the sadness,&lt;br&gt;all the uncontrollable tears,&lt;br&gt;Slowly I am rebuilding my life, I&lt;br&gt;am content with what I&amp;#39;ve got,&lt;br&gt;And although it is hard I am&lt;br&gt;beginning to forget what I have&lt;br&gt;not.&lt;br&gt;You were a special part of my&lt;br&gt;life that I will never forget,&lt;br&gt;A part of my life that broke my&lt;br&gt;heart, but that I don&amp;#39;t regret,&lt;br&gt;You gave me some happy&lt;br&gt;memories that I&amp;#39;ll keep in my&lt;br&gt;heart,&lt;br&gt;Although sometimes I wish that&lt;br&gt;you and I didn&amp;#39;t have to part.&lt;br&gt;You were my first love and my&lt;br&gt;true love, that will always be so,&lt;br&gt;After all of the heartache,&lt;br&gt;sadness and never ending pain, I&lt;br&gt;know,&lt;br&gt;You and I had something special&lt;br&gt;and that will never change,&lt;br&gt;Because I love you and loving&lt;br&gt;someone else will always seem&lt;br&gt;strange.&lt;br&gt;Would you just listen and please&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t say a word, not ever,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d like you to remember that&lt;br&gt;once upon a time, we said&lt;br&gt;forever,&lt;br&gt;That I had hopes and dreams,&lt;br&gt;that I was the one who threw&lt;br&gt;them away,&lt;br&gt;And this is something I will&lt;br&gt;always regret until my dying&lt;br&gt;day.</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-just-listen.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-8857527269479445938</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-25T05:59:47.685-08:00</atom:updated><title>Love You</title><description>She asked me..: &amp;quot;Who is your&lt;br&gt;enemy?&amp;quot; I replied and proposed&lt;br&gt;her saying..: My worst enemy is&lt;br&gt;my HEART, Coz its mine but beats&lt;br&gt;for you.., I Love you my Princess....</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-you.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-7580074058590927221</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 13:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-25T05:54:25.223-08:00</atom:updated><title>Friendship</title><description>A daily thought A silent tear A&lt;br&gt;Constant wish that u r near&lt;br&gt;Words are few but thoughts r&lt;br&gt;deep Memories of our friendship i&lt;br&gt;will always keep</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-3645493865184954407</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-25T05:50:50.341-08:00</atom:updated><title>Only One In My Lifetime</title><description>There are 12 months a year.. 30&lt;br&gt;days a month... 7 days a week...&lt;br&gt;24 hours a day... 60 minutes an&lt;br&gt;hour... but only one like you in a&lt;br&gt;lifetime .</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-one-in-my-lifetime.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-8350137085469079754</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T09:05:41.687-08:00</atom:updated><title>I need you</title><description>Every day&lt;br&gt;When I think of you,&lt;br&gt;I almost cry,&lt;br&gt;I almost cry because&lt;br&gt;I know,&lt;br&gt;I know how you feel and that,&lt;br&gt;That we will never be,&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s just like,&lt;br&gt;Like my world and my dreams&lt;br&gt;Have crashed down,&lt;br&gt;Down around my feet,,&lt;br&gt;And I wish,&lt;br&gt;I wish I didn&amp;#39;t have a heart&lt;br&gt;That I could love you with,&lt;br&gt;Love you with forever,,&lt;br&gt;And every time,&lt;br&gt;Every time I look at you,&lt;br&gt;I want to fall to the ground,&lt;br&gt;I want to sob and to cry&lt;br&gt;And to scream and to shout&lt;br&gt;Because I know,&lt;br&gt;I know that you don&amp;#39;t,&lt;br&gt;That you don&amp;#39;t want me,&lt;br&gt;You want her&lt;br&gt;And it breaks me apart&lt;br&gt;And&lt;br&gt;Tears me up&lt;br&gt;To know this,,&lt;br&gt;And every time I speak to you&lt;br&gt;I wonder,&lt;br&gt;I wonder &amp;quot;will this be the last&lt;br&gt;time?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Because love is so&lt;br&gt;Unpredictable that,&lt;br&gt;That you would probably be&lt;br&gt;gone,&lt;br&gt;You would be gone by&lt;br&gt;tomorrow morning&lt;br&gt;And I would have to cry,&lt;br&gt;I would cry myself to sleep&lt;br&gt;For the rest of my life because&lt;br&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br&gt;And I always will,,&lt;br&gt;And even though my heart,&lt;br&gt;Although it is shattered to a&lt;br&gt;million and one pieces,&lt;br&gt;I will always love you&lt;br&gt;With all those pieces&lt;br&gt;But you don&amp;#39;t seem to realize,&lt;br&gt;You seem to be content&lt;br&gt;You seem to be comfortable&lt;br&gt;with&lt;br&gt;Breaking my heart,&lt;br&gt;You seem fine with making me&lt;br&gt;cry&lt;br&gt;Every day and every night,,&lt;br&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br&gt;Because it seems that you are&lt;br&gt;It seems that you are enjoying&lt;br&gt;life&lt;br&gt;Even though I&amp;#39;m not,&lt;br&gt;Even though thoughts,&lt;br&gt;Thoughts of suicide flashed&lt;br&gt;through my mind,,&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t care, do you?&lt;br&gt;Are you so selfish that,&lt;br&gt;That you won&amp;#39;t even talk to me&lt;br&gt;Let alone look at me&lt;br&gt;When I want you to,&lt;br&gt;When I need you to,&lt;br&gt;When I need you to tell me that,&lt;br&gt;That I should keep looking&lt;br&gt;Because there are plenty of fish&lt;br&gt;in the sea&lt;br&gt;And that you&amp;#39;re not the one,,&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t have the bait&lt;br&gt;To hook you on,&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t have the drugs&lt;br&gt;To make you high,&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t have the candy&lt;br&gt;To make your mouth water&lt;br&gt;And i don&amp;#39;t have the stuff&lt;br&gt;For which you would die,,&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t have anything at all&lt;br&gt;That discerns me from just a&lt;br&gt;human being,&lt;br&gt;No special qualities&lt;br&gt;Because I am just me&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t have a brilliant talent&lt;br&gt;Or rare good looks&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t have a hot body,&lt;br&gt;Because my sister took it all&lt;br&gt;For herself.&lt;br&gt;So I guess that,&lt;br&gt;I guess that I&amp;#39;ll just keep crying,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll keep quitting,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll keep dying,&lt;br&gt;And I&amp;#39;ll keep trying to fit in&lt;br&gt;With the qualities you look for&lt;br&gt;in a girl&lt;br&gt;But I know I&amp;#39;ll never get there&lt;br&gt;Because you&amp;#39;re the type of guy&lt;br&gt;Who every chick wants,&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the type of guy&lt;br&gt;everyone needs&lt;br&gt;But no one needs you as much&lt;br&gt;As I do,,&lt;br&gt;I need you to be there&lt;br&gt;To put a smile upon my face&lt;br&gt;To hold me when I&amp;#39;m sad&lt;br&gt;To carry me when I&amp;#39;m down&lt;br&gt;I need you to be my guardian&lt;br&gt;angel&lt;br&gt;Because only you can save me&lt;br&gt;from death,,&lt;br&gt;I need you to be my one&lt;br&gt;To help me breathe, to help me&lt;br&gt;sleep&lt;br&gt;To help me cry, to help me try&lt;br&gt;To help me hate and to help me&lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;And only you can do all this&lt;br&gt;Because I chose YOU,,&lt;br&gt;But I don&amp;#39;t think you realize&lt;br&gt;How much I truly want you&lt;br&gt;No - how much I truly need you,&lt;br&gt;How much I truly love you,,&lt;br&gt;I think you think it&amp;#39;s all some&lt;br&gt;joke&lt;br&gt;When you&amp;#39;re the only guy&lt;br&gt;For whom I have ever truly&lt;br&gt;loved&lt;br&gt;And when you&amp;#39;re away, then I&lt;br&gt;will cry,&lt;br&gt;If you needed help, I swear I&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;try&lt;br&gt;If you get hurt then I&amp;#39;d die.&lt;br&gt;If I told you that I love you&lt;br&gt;Right to your face&lt;br&gt;Would you love me&lt;br&gt;Too?&lt;br&gt;If I gave my heart to you&lt;br&gt;Would you take it, that be that,&lt;br&gt;Or would you throw it away&lt;br&gt;Or tear it in two?&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve liked plenty of guys before&lt;br&gt;And it all ended bad,&lt;br&gt;So I&amp;#39;ve set up my choice&lt;br&gt;That I&amp;#39;d only ever choose&lt;br&gt;someone&lt;br&gt;Who was you,&lt;br&gt;That I&amp;#39;d only ever love you&lt;br&gt;And no one else&lt;br&gt;And I always have loved you,,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d always promise to be true&lt;br&gt;Because I NEED you&lt;br&gt;I need you to love me&lt;br&gt;I need you to hold me&lt;br&gt;I need you to hug me&lt;br&gt;I need you to comfort me&lt;br&gt;I need you to be there&lt;br&gt;I need you to kiss me&lt;br&gt;I need you, I just need you,,&lt;br&gt;To make me feel happy and sad&lt;br&gt;To make me frown, to make me&lt;br&gt;mad&lt;br&gt;To make smile,&lt;br&gt;To make life worthwhile,&lt;br&gt;To make me feel LOVED and&lt;br&gt;NEEDED&lt;br&gt;Though it&amp;#39;s I who needs you,&lt;br&gt;Though it&amp;#39;s I who will end up&lt;br&gt;broken as before&lt;br&gt;Though it&amp;#39;s I who will be dying,&lt;br&gt;Though I tried&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;d be crying,&lt;br&gt;Because I really need you,&lt;br&gt;Right now.</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-you.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-395182513532573308</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T03:30:31.807-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Ballade of Suicide</title><description>The gallows in my garden, people say,&lt;br /&gt;
Is new and neat and adequately tall;&lt;br /&gt;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way&lt;br /&gt;
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;&lt;br /&gt;
But just as all the neighbours on the wall &lt;br /&gt;
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"&lt;br /&gt;
The strangest whim has seized me. . . After all&lt;br /&gt;
I think I will not hang myself to-day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To-morrow is the time I get my pay&lt;br /&gt;
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall&lt;br /&gt;
I see a little cloud all pink and grey&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps the rector's mother will NOT call&lt;br /&gt;
I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall&lt;br /&gt;
That mushrooms could be cooked another way&lt;br /&gt;
I never read the works of Juvenal&lt;br /&gt;
I think I will not hang myself to-day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The world will have another washing-day;&lt;br /&gt;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;&lt;br /&gt;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,&lt;br /&gt;
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;&lt;br /&gt;
Rationalists are growing rational&lt;br /&gt;
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,&lt;br /&gt;
So secret that the very sky seems small&lt;br /&gt;
I think I will not hang myself to-day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ENVOI&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,&lt;br /&gt;
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;&lt;br /&gt;
Even to-day your royal head may fall&lt;br /&gt;
I think I will not hang myself to-day.</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/ballade-of-suicide.html</link><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-2220120120073870160</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T12:06:18.965-07:00</atom:updated><title>You took my heart away</title><description>Staring at the moon so blue&lt;br /&gt;
Turning all my thoughts to you&lt;br /&gt;
I was without hopes or dreams&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to dull an inner scream&lt;br /&gt;
But you... saw me through...&lt;br /&gt;
Walking on a path of air&lt;br /&gt;
See your faces everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
As you melt this heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;
You take my hand to guide me&lt;br /&gt;
home&lt;br /&gt;
And now I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;
You took my heart away&lt;br /&gt;
When my whole world was gray&lt;br /&gt;
You gave me everything and a&lt;br /&gt;
little bit more&lt;br /&gt;
And when it's cold at night&lt;br /&gt;
And you sleep by my side&lt;br /&gt;
You become the meaning of my&lt;br /&gt;
life...&lt;br /&gt;
Living in a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;
You were there to warm my soul&lt;br /&gt;
You came to mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;
You gave my life a brand new&lt;br /&gt;
start&lt;br /&gt;
And now... I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;
You took my heart away&lt;br /&gt;
When my whole world was gray&lt;br /&gt;
You gave me everything and a&lt;br /&gt;
little bit more&lt;br /&gt;
And when it's cold at night&lt;br /&gt;
And you sleep by my side&lt;br /&gt;
You become the meaning of my&lt;br /&gt;
life...&lt;br /&gt;
Holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;
I won't fear tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
Here where we stand&lt;br /&gt;
We'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;
You took my heart away&lt;br /&gt;
When my whole world was gray&lt;br /&gt;
You gave me everything and a&lt;br /&gt;
little bit more&lt;br /&gt;
And when it's cold at night&lt;br /&gt;
And you sleep by my side&lt;br /&gt;
You become the meaning of my&lt;br /&gt;
life&lt;br /&gt;
You become the meaning of my&lt;br /&gt;
life&lt;br /&gt;
You become the meaning&lt;br /&gt;
You become the meaning of my&lt;br /&gt;
life</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-took-my-heart-away.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-4064523583579266916</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T23:31:40.115-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mother's Watch</title><description>I sit beside you, Mom&lt;br /&gt;
On death�s doorstep you lay&lt;br /&gt;
I set my head upon your wrist&lt;br /&gt;
As I bow my head to pray&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The world to me shut off&lt;br /&gt;
The silence here is thick&lt;br /&gt;
Alone just you and I&lt;br /&gt;
And your watch�s rhythmic tick&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I block out all my pain&lt;br /&gt;
And loss I�m sure to feel&lt;br /&gt;
I concentrate now deeply&lt;br /&gt;
On the tick your watch reveals&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit here now for days&lt;br /&gt;
And hear the rhythmic sound&lt;br /&gt;
I contemplate you being gone&lt;br /&gt;
The thought now seems profound&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The time for you is near&lt;br /&gt;
To enter Heaven�s Gate&lt;br /&gt;
I�ll stay here by your side&lt;br /&gt;
Until your journey is complete&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's months now since you�ve passed&lt;br /&gt;
My wounds are healing slow&lt;br /&gt;
I want so much to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;
To see your smile�s glow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lay my head upon my wrist&lt;br /&gt;
When my feelings are too strong&lt;br /&gt;
I hear your watch�s rhythmic tick&lt;br /&gt;
And know you�re never gone</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/mothers-watch.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-3784716938100618312</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 11:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T04:55:31.215-07:00</atom:updated><title>i cry</title><description>every night when im alone.when everyones asleep. when silence fills my ears. i cant help myselp to thing about you....if you could only knew. that every night i cry coz of missing you...</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cry.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201518850445078.post-4235784775890210759</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 07:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T00:47:37.407-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WPEs-W53Kvd-YVbG7DdH0P1EpAlHgkuLuYrAlxUWje3C2kgDqp4xpeDinGIVGLBoZEZSVOBmit2KOPB0Oyw4vjck-rDcYVf0ZyU3xG3kjSbUxLTWib3jA7lsaB4X53nkjb27BJnu2Q/s1600-h/photography-color-2nd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WPEs-W53Kvd-YVbG7DdH0P1EpAlHgkuLuYrAlxUWje3C2kgDqp4xpeDinGIVGLBoZEZSVOBmit2KOPB0Oyw4vjck-rDcYVf0ZyU3xG3kjSbUxLTWib3jA7lsaB4X53nkjb27BJnu2Q/s200/photography-color-2nd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother love&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://supunpraneeth.blogspot.com/2009/09/mother-love.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WPEs-W53Kvd-YVbG7DdH0P1EpAlHgkuLuYrAlxUWje3C2kgDqp4xpeDinGIVGLBoZEZSVOBmit2KOPB0Oyw4vjck-rDcYVf0ZyU3xG3kjSbUxLTWib3jA7lsaB4X53nkjb27BJnu2Q/s72-c/photography-color-2nd.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>spmsupun@gmail.com (Unknown)</author></item></channel></rss>