<?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-776571721514864174</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:50:10.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" More Like mE nD leSs liKe U "</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776571721514864174.post-687011485206553805</id><published>2010-03-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:19:59.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces by RED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/S6w0w_6fbMI/AAAAAAAAD58/mHF_yn2naYQ/s1600/red-end-of-silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452791265233956034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/S6w0w_6fbMI/AAAAAAAAD58/mHF_yn2naYQ/s400/red-end-of-silence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm here again&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles away from you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought I could do this on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost so much along the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'll see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm finally yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find everything I thought I lost before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You call my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come to you in pieces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can make me whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you make sense of who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like puzzle pieces in your eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'll see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm finally yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find everything I thought I lost before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You call my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come to you in pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can make me whole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried so hard! So hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried so hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'll see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm finally yours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find everything I thought I lost before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You call my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come to you in pieces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can make me whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can make me whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776571721514864174-687011485206553805?l=changeispermanent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/687011485206553805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776571721514864174&amp;postID=687011485206553805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/687011485206553805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/687011485206553805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/2010/03/pieces-by-red.html' title='Pieces by RED'/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/S6w0w_6fbMI/AAAAAAAAD58/mHF_yn2naYQ/s72-c/red-end-of-silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776571721514864174.post-7671081956566405543</id><published>2008-10-18T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:10:30.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen -" Too Much Love Will Kill You "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxafegEN-OI/AAAAAAAAB2o/fwx0bbmyAf4/s1600-h/Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxafegEN-OI/AAAAAAAAB2o/fwx0bbmyAf4/s320/Queen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410687348684749026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Too many bitter tears are raining down on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;And I've been facing this alone for much too long, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;If you can't make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Torn between the lover&lt;br /&gt;And the love you leave behind&lt;br /&gt;You're headed for disaster&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you've never read the signs&lt;br /&gt;Too much love will kill you - every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me&lt;br /&gt;About growing up and what a struggle it would be&lt;br /&gt;In my tangled state of mind&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking back to find where I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;Just as sure as none at all&lt;br /&gt;It'll drain the power that's in you&lt;br /&gt;Make you plead and scream and crawl&lt;br /&gt;And the pain will make you crazy&lt;br /&gt;You're the victim of your crime&lt;br /&gt;Too much love will kill you - every time&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/776571721514864174-7671081956566405543?l=changeispermanent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/7671081956566405543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776571721514864174&amp;postID=7671081956566405543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/7671081956566405543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/7671081956566405543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/2008/10/queen-too-much-love-will-kill-you.html' title='Queen -&quot; Too Much Love Will Kill You &quot;'/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxafegEN-OI/AAAAAAAAB2o/fwx0bbmyAf4/s72-c/Queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776571721514864174.post-9053940510241958439</id><published>2008-10-18T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:15:39.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darren Hayes - " I N S A T I A B L E "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxagtrUOfoI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ho-l6S1iM_k/s1600-h/10898395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxagtrUOfoI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ho-l6S1iM_k/s320/10898395.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410688708914347650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When moonlight crawls along the street&lt;br /&gt;Chasing away the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps outside somewhere below&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves I've let it go&lt;br /&gt;We build our church above the street&lt;br /&gt;We practice love between these sheets&lt;br /&gt;The candy sweetness scent of you&lt;br /&gt;It bathes my skin I'm stained in you&lt;br /&gt;And all I have to do is hold you&lt;br /&gt;There's a racing within my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I am barely touching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off&lt;br /&gt;Let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on&lt;br /&gt;Never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moonlight plays upon your skin&lt;br /&gt;A kiss that lingers takes me in&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;There are no words&lt;br /&gt;There's only truth&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, breathe out&lt;br /&gt;There is no sound&lt;br /&gt;We move together up and down&lt;br /&gt;We levitate our bodies soar&lt;br /&gt;Our feet don't even touch the floor&lt;br /&gt;But nobody knows you like I do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the world they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;That I grow stronger in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off&lt;br /&gt;Let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on&lt;br /&gt;Never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off&lt;br /&gt;Let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on&lt;br /&gt;Never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never sleep we're always holdin' hands&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' for hours talkin' makin' plans&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a better man&lt;br /&gt;Just being in the same room&lt;br /&gt;We never sleep there's just so much to do&lt;br /&gt;So much to say&lt;br /&gt;Can't close my eyes when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable the way I'm loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh...baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off&lt;br /&gt;Let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on&lt;br /&gt;Never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off&lt;br /&gt;Let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on&lt;br /&gt;Never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;The way I'm loving you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable&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/776571721514864174-9053940510241958439?l=changeispermanent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/9053940510241958439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776571721514864174&amp;postID=9053940510241958439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/9053940510241958439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/9053940510241958439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/2008/10/darren-hayes-i-n-s-t-i-b-l-e.html' title='Darren Hayes - &quot; I N S A T I A B L E &quot;'/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxagtrUOfoI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ho-l6S1iM_k/s72-c/10898395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776571721514864174.post-6590710741392916852</id><published>2008-10-18T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:35:33.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S T A R S  by Simply Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxalNYprLdI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/TzBTfIclX5A/s1600-h/simply-red-stars-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxalNYprLdI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/TzBTfIclX5A/s400/simply-red-stars-front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410693651706359250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;  Anyone who ever held you&lt;br /&gt;Would tell you the way Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who ever wanted you&lt;br /&gt;Would try to tell you what I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was the feeling that you aint faking&lt;br /&gt;The only one you ever thought about&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute cant you see that i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Straight into your arms&lt;br /&gt;I I feel you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the man who tried to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Hes explaining the way Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;For all the jealousy I caused you&lt;br /&gt;States the reason why Im trying to hide&lt;br /&gt;As for all the things you taught me&lt;br /&gt;It sends my future into clearer dimensions&lt;br /&gt;Youll never know how much you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Stay a minute cant you see that i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Straight into your arms&lt;br /&gt;I I feel you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many hearts are broken&lt;br /&gt;A lovers promise never came with a maybe&lt;br /&gt;So many words are left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;The silent voices are driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;As for all the pain you caused me&lt;br /&gt;Making up could never be your intention&lt;br /&gt;Youll never know how much you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Stay cant you see that i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Straight into your arms&lt;br /&gt;I I feel you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP : You may please check out the link for the song &amp;amp; video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=pW_TMctfMTU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776571721514864174-6590710741392916852?l=changeispermanent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/6590710741392916852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776571721514864174&amp;postID=6590710741392916852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/6590710741392916852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/6590710741392916852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-t-r-s-by-simply-red.html' title='S T A R S  by Simply Red'/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxalNYprLdI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/TzBTfIclX5A/s72-c/simply-red-stars-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776571721514864174.post-6678268231887044185</id><published>2008-09-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:28:25.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FReakomaniaA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxajjaW4_rI/AAAAAAAAB3I/ljjiV8T9aVU/s1600-h/042909+freak+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxajjaW4_rI/AAAAAAAAB3I/ljjiV8T9aVU/s400/042909+freak+out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410691831098310322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During my high school nd college years ve been analysing thing nd this is an old piece of work that i wrote long back way bck in 2001 or so... so the style nd language also shows up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freak "a word of great echo during the youth year's!!!&lt;br /&gt;The vanishing nostalgia of school day's&lt;br /&gt;that refuses to leave subconscious like an age old "ink stain on the shirt"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Running back nd forth in mind as mirth nd joy,revealed by distant past!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Youthful years of college!!!&lt;br /&gt;Classes like "kabhi kushi kabhi ghum"&lt;br /&gt;Examz like "dil chahta hai "&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the results like "yeh dil manage more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak never bothered...&lt;br /&gt;all that he heard was the roaring hayabusha..&lt;br /&gt;Fast nd furious F1,&lt;br /&gt;Body piercing-Body tattoos - Coke -Chips-Chewing gums-Boozing &amp;amp; Puffing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bunchy jumping nd river rafting!!!&lt;br /&gt;The INSATIABLE cry for youthful fun never seemed to END!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those crazy things that seems to focus a 10 million eyes,&lt;br /&gt;On the cool freak as he calls "himself"&lt;br /&gt;come down to earth....!!! ????&lt;br /&gt;the lights of ORGY &amp;amp; Disc's r simply dupes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freak fever ends up once out of the youth cocoon&lt;br /&gt;out in the cold-wide-wild-world!!!!&lt;br /&gt;things r solid not in silver..&lt;br /&gt;To face off ur bitter realities...&lt;br /&gt;The maniA endz...&lt;br /&gt;" freakomania... the old story of youth "!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;sharmi&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776571721514864174-6678268231887044185?l=changeispermanent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/6678268231887044185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776571721514864174&amp;postID=6678268231887044185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/6678268231887044185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/6678268231887044185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/2008/09/freakomaniaa.html' title='FReakomaniaA....'/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxajjaW4_rI/AAAAAAAAB3I/ljjiV8T9aVU/s72-c/042909+freak+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776571721514864174.post-8478790447139291699</id><published>2008-09-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:22:01.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wEn U R GoNe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/Sxaixv-3dhI/AAAAAAAAB3A/J1jw8aoUtc0/s1600-h/2105389183_7ba34a787e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690977909667346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/Sxaixv-3dhI/AAAAAAAAB3A/J1jw8aoUtc0/s400/2105389183_7ba34a787e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heard ur suitcase say GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;As my heart lies Bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;U say True Love in Suicide,&lt;br /&gt;U say u cried a 1000 rivers,&lt;br /&gt;How u ve swimmed from the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U left me drowning in my Tears,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna B the air u breathe&lt;br /&gt;ll B there for U&lt;br /&gt;LIVE &amp;amp; DIE for u!!!&lt;br /&gt;Steal the Sun from the Sky 4u&lt;br /&gt;Now words cant say&lt;br /&gt;Wat love can do&lt;br /&gt;" I cant promise u tomorrow but yeah i can buy back yesterday "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crackkkk..... oh these kidz.. they broke my sleep.... nd broke my window.. also.......sadly..[:(] [:(] my broken sleep again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776571721514864174-8478790447139291699?l=changeispermanent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/8478790447139291699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776571721514864174&amp;postID=8478790447139291699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/8478790447139291699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/8478790447139291699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/2008/09/wen-u-r-gone.html' title='wEn U R GoNe'/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/Sxaixv-3dhI/AAAAAAAAB3A/J1jw8aoUtc0/s72-c/2105389183_7ba34a787e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776571721514864174.post-4829689270590145022</id><published>2008-09-20T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:21:53.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>METALLICA - "Nothing else Matter's "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxaiKDk4j4I/AAAAAAAAB24/PNBE9QRp_bs/s1600-h/metallica1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxaiKDk4j4I/AAAAAAAAB24/PNBE9QRp_bs/s400/metallica1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410690295974629250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my all time favourite songs.. i love this like crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close, no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;Every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;but I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close, no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;but I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;Every day for us, something new&lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they say&lt;br /&gt;never cared for games they play&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;and I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close, no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing else matters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776571721514864174-4829689270590145022?l=changeispermanent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/4829689270590145022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776571721514864174&amp;postID=4829689270590145022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/4829689270590145022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/4829689270590145022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/2008/09/metallica-nothing-else-matters.html' title='METALLICA - &quot;Nothing else Matter&apos;s &quot;'/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxaiKDk4j4I/AAAAAAAAB24/PNBE9QRp_bs/s72-c/metallica1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776571721514864174.post-5303179023542598099</id><published>2008-09-18T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:03:12.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Treat for all you BiG dreamers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxaduxGBINI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/PZV3NxfAdsE/s1600-h/E-CARD-INSPIRING-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxaduxGBINI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/PZV3NxfAdsE/s400/E-CARD-INSPIRING-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410685429110350034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   This is  a treat for all you big dreamers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be u have lost the huge war but wait u have the "battle" to Win..&lt;br /&gt;might be u took the road that was not meant for u... but wait.. since u ve realized it&lt;br /&gt;Try taking the " roadz less travelled..- Leave a TRAIL "&lt;br /&gt;May be u loved like nobody else.. still it left u.. hold on.." u deserve the best "&lt;br /&gt;ur dreams are small ur desires are big.. believe me.. u deserve the "B E S T "&lt;br /&gt;whatever be open to experiments&lt;br /&gt;do it like this is the "END "&lt;br /&gt;theres nobody in tis whole wide world who can understand u best than "SELF"&lt;br /&gt;u ve been seeing ur self since the time.. u r IN&lt;br /&gt;its true "follow ur INSTINCTS "&lt;br /&gt;God almighty resides inside ur heart... listen to the whisper inside ur self..&lt;br /&gt;U r intutionz.. are the voices of truth..&lt;br /&gt;UR heart is  never hurt until u " let it be hurt"&lt;br /&gt;never never never cry for any relations..&lt;br /&gt;cherish all ur " yesterdayz.."&lt;br /&gt;Don forget " live TODAY "&lt;br /&gt;DReam.. a load.. u r the CAPTAIN... of ur mind.. "Dream.."&lt;br /&gt;Live- Love- loSE-cry- Cheer - nd stilll "LIVE "&lt;br /&gt;de best is when u live all the roads of life..sad-bad-worse of tough-u still lived "  it to the Fullest "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;sharmi&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/776571721514864174-5303179023542598099?l=changeispermanent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/5303179023542598099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776571721514864174&amp;postID=5303179023542598099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/5303179023542598099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/5303179023542598099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/2008/09/treat-for-all-you-big-dreamers.html' title='&quot; Treat for all you BiG dreamers...'/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxaduxGBINI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/PZV3NxfAdsE/s72-c/E-CARD-INSPIRING-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776571721514864174.post-4937051984930675877</id><published>2008-02-22T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:06:52.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxaeolQOEQI/AAAAAAAAB2g/TqemxWYIzyo/s1600-h/hardwork-poster-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxaeolQOEQI/AAAAAAAAB2g/TqemxWYIzyo/s400/hardwork-poster-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410686422364328194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.. there..would  like to share this piece of experience with u and itz high time people realise  that a "single step can take u a million miles ahead ".It z a bit history,i accidentally stepped in to B Tech i still wonder Y did i do it wen i was passionate nd keen about music-Books-Poems-Creative writing-Training etc etc..itz an endless list which excludes..VLSI-DSP &amp;amp; Control systemzzz...&lt;br /&gt;   I started off my career as  TSR with Hinduja tech media &amp;amp; Telecom,worked in Blore for an year and above i learned that living alone with u r own earningz -load of fredz..would jus let u freak around like hell..theres no limit for anything unless u set limitz..everything seems " unlimited " jus the manthra of freakin around..work work work all week..freak freak at de end of the week.. a routine .itz a kind a boring..it didnt take much time for me to realise that i kinda don fit in to this routine frame of "assigned made up target oriented -systematic work" "arey Yeah mere TYPE KA NAHII HAI.. :) ".&lt;br /&gt;I moved on to cochin..with a hell load of health issues-,there was not a single part left in my body with out a mechanical disorder ;) , nd really bored with stuffs..and jus didn't know what next ,i felt like the road ended there.." i ws far away from home and i was facing this alone for too much too long ".Jobless.. desperately hunting..i hated software-i dint want a call center..but i was not really aware as to wat really fitz me well..confused-unconvinced with the new offers that were flooding in and the weired pay that was been offered..and the wacky food at the hostel i was "nearing to extinction" sleepless nights-restless journey's calls from fredz telling me that they got new offers ,now de question arise "sharmila fredz have travelled  a long way well settled nd secured where r u..still in the middle of de road.." these thoughts haunted me even more.. i really wanted to do something.&lt;br /&gt;   Then i remembered a long lost offer from my fred who was running a consultancy,i got in to it as a recruiter,occasionally i had to handle training also.I realized that i fit in to this "perfectly" i enjoyed it to the core.Jus freaking around inside the training class-activities-fun-grammer-music-movies at times-motivation-inspiration-watever nd now i ve trained almost 24 batches over this one &amp;amp; half  years.My collars r up already and now handling the 25th batch... smoothly running.. let me tell u this beautiful transformation that happened during my training..&lt;br /&gt;   Almost 70% my training students are from an average family background nd those who r desperate for a job.Most of them very shy not even having the courage to look at your face and tell a few words about oneself i mean so pathetic.. how do u expect such a person to clear an HR round i mean itz jus "terribly difficult " theres this guy called sreejith who  spend 3 years writing his 12th std,as accountancy was a very tough paper which he kept failing,now that he has cleared it..he joined BA English ,currently pursuing his 2ndyear.Very shy -extremely nervous,has a load of inferiority complex..and never active in class..over these past few weeks i could bring a load of change in to him.Now he s very active-smart-jus  out of his regrets and released from his past thoughts.Another guy vinesh who lost 2 papers in his final year B Com,so he left the course nd wanted to work with a plus 2 qualification,i don know wat lecture of mine made him change his mind..he s off to his house to complete his exams.Prijith..BSc maths..felt course bored..left studies worked in a hotel as a waiter..now that he joined my training..he s also started off his studies.Now he s having a part time job..week end tutions for his course..and also attends my training..i guess i am jus more than happy for all these blessings that is happening to them.&lt;br /&gt;        I am happy that i am occupied with a hell load of recruitment projects and campus drives...and i also conduct interviews..at times..i know "ithu onnum has nothing to do with the roads that i ve travelled..okke strange vazhigalil  aanu ippo entae yaathraa "&lt;br /&gt; Pinne preparing training modules..conducting part time training..etc..are my works now..pinne occasionally get togathers with fredz,once in two week with family..i am jus having a perfect time "RIP-resting in peace"&lt;br /&gt;         I am travelling my dream roads..chasing my dreams.."God thank you for all this grace nd mercy.."I ve always wanted to be out of the box..which makes ppl feel that i m excentric.."guyz m jus somebody who loves being the way i am ...&lt;br /&gt;hop this is jus not too much..as for the blog title..trasformation of sreejith-prijith-nd vineesh..transformation in sharmila..i realised that its not easy to understand u r dreams..nd not everybody shows the gutz..to " live U R DREAMZ.."well well..i m jus tryinn na....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/776571721514864174-4937051984930675877?l=changeispermanent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/feeds/4937051984930675877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=776571721514864174&amp;postID=4937051984930675877' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/4937051984930675877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/776571721514864174/posts/default/4937051984930675877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeispermanent.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>sharmi0111</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403213036517051361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C76dKJcZnPU/TbJoPCTvX_I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/wCygra3ooW8/s220/sharmi%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GzCtlfaPDt0/SxaeolQOEQI/AAAAAAAAB2g/TqemxWYIzyo/s72-c/hardwork-poster-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
