A few things about me
I am currently a student enrolled in a Bsc program in Software Engineering.
My Interests
- Systems Design
- Signal Processing
- CPP
- Audio
- Low Level Engineering
- Embedded Systems
- Machine Learning (not AI/Agentic slop)
Chihiro Yamanaka – Utopia
Artist: Chihiro Yamanaka Year: 2018 Genre: Jazz, Classical Style: Contemporary Jazz Label: Blue Note
Chihiro Yamanaka – Prima Del Tramonto
Artist: Chihiro Yamanaka Year: 2019 Genre: Jazz Style: Contemporary Jazz Label: Blue Note
Chloe Chua, Singapore Symphony Orchestra, Rodolfo Barráez, Mario Venzago, Niccolò Paganini – Butterfly Lovers & Paganini
Artist: Chloe Chua, Singapore Symphony Orchestra, Rodolfo Barráez, Mario Venzago Year: 2024 Genre: Classical, Folk, World, & Country Style: Romantic, Chinese Classical, Concerto Label: PentaTone
The Eddie Higgins Trio – Portraits Of Love
Artist: The Eddie Higgins Trio Year: 2009 Genre: Jazz Label: Venus Records
Rookantha Gunathilake & Chandralekha Perera – Roo Sanda Rae - Collection Vol. 1
Artist: Rookantha Gunathilake, Chandralekha Perera Year: 1995 Genre: Pop, Folk, World, & Country
Audio
I am a huge fan of Music And these are some of my favorite Albums...
Currently i do not have the ability to all of my favs since discogs doesnt have entries for them... I'll update the album list, as soon as i find a reliable source.
Certifications
- Advanced Learning Algorithms: DeepLearning.AI @Coursera
- Programming Fundamentals: Duke University @Coursera
- SLIIT AI/ML Engineer Stage 01: Centre for Open and Distance Education @SLIIT
- Supervised ML: Regression and Classification: DeepLearning.AI @Coursera
- CS50P: CS50 Harvard
- Python for Beginners: University of Moratuwa
- Advent of Cyber 4: TryHackMe
- DiTec: ESOFT Metro Campus
- Open Source Software Development Methods: The Linux Foundation @Coursera
- Oracle Cloud Infrastructure Foundations 2021 Associate: Oracle
- Using Git for Distributed Development: The Linux Foundation @Coursera
- Open Source Software Development, Linux and Git: The Linux Foundation @Coursera
- Linux for Developers: The Linux Foundation @Coursera
- Linux Tools for Developers: The Linux Foundation @Coursera
- Introduction to IT & Cybersecurity: Cybrary
- Crash Course on Python: Google @Coursera
- Advent of Cyber 3: TryHackMe
- HTML Course: SoloLearn
- Adobe Creative Educator Level 1: Adobe
- Fundamental of Red Hat Enterprise Linux: Red Hat @Coursera
- John Napier: The Open University
- Fundamentals of Professional Open Source Management(LFC110): The Linux Foundation
Cinema
I am a huge fan of cinema And these are some of my favorites...
So I am 20, and i have watched around 1,500 movies so far in my life. Spanning from all accross the world and all genres combined. I am gonna clip some movies here, on which basis you ask?
hmmmmm........ I have watched all types of movies, moveies with unrealistic fights, movies with impossible comebacks, movies that are so far from reality, movies that promotes ideologies, movies that promote different lifestyles, movies that exaggarate some nations/political parties, or just straight up dumb movies. And throughout the consumption all of these movies, I, personally have seen some good movies or movies that i genuinely was interested in or movies I could relate to/undestand.
Why mostly indie / Asian movies??
First things first, I am a guy from Sri Lanka. i was born and raised in a pretty rural area here. Do i relate to Western Thinking/Relationships and overall western lifestyle? Umm, Not really..... yeah i get why western movies depict them that way..... But i really cannot relate to a westerner talking about trauma, depression and finding true self and whatnot on the same frame with a european car a multi-story house and flagship devices. (Is it wrong? No I don't think so, but personaly I cannot relate to those depictions.)
That might be enough rant for this for now, i ll expand this later.
I might write my thoughts on each of them later. not at the time of building this though...
"Ultimate reality is the negation of all beliefs."
Emptiness — the background hum beneath all construction.
Via Negativa — knowing by subtraction, not addition.
Apophatic thinking — what something is not is often cleaner than what it is.
I find more truth in questions than answers.
Now since you're here — sign the guestbook.
Leave your name, a thought, a URL — anything.
A record of everyone who wandered through this corner of the web.
I'll implement this later since i need to find a new platform, 123guestbook is being discontinued
Recent visitors: Waiting for you to be the first.
Hi, I am Shamal Lakshan
Welcome to my corner of the internet.
I got a computer at the age of 4. A Windows XP System with a bulky CRT and around 1Gigs of RAM. And here i am. I'm a software engineering student, and an obsessive builder. This is my digital space with no algorithm, no noise, just ideas and random thoughts of mine. just consider it my mind unwrapped
A simple note/request from me
- If you are visiting, I invite you all to go through all the cards and read them. This is my personal attic on the web and everything here was written by myself(no AI slop) and these are my ideas on life, and it's little pleasure that i have found.
Another little note
- to get the best experience of this, please visit this on a desktop or a tablet interface..... thanks :)
Drag the notes around. Scroll to zoom. Drag the background to pan.
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.
Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me--
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,--
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
Lighting a little Hour or two—is gone.
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,
Lamenting its banishment from its home,
saying, "Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,
My wailing has caused man and woman to moan.
I want a breast that is torn by severance,
That I may unfold the pain of love-desire.
Every one who is left far from his source
Wishes back the time when he was united with it."
The reed is the companion of all who are parted,
Its strains have torn away our veils;
Who has seen such a poison and antidote as the reed?
Who has seen such a consoler and yearner as the reed?
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses
your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots
and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
My projects
- Projects that I have coded/developed
- Or are being actively developed or maintained.
Zhenyi | Research Agent
- Overview: A centralized AI research agent built on a multi-LLM orchestration pipeline, enabling autonomous research workflows without relying on paid API dependencies.
Key Features:
- Implements dynamic role assignment across various LLMs based on the task type.
- Integrates web scrapers with LLM validation for clean data collection.
- Employs resource-aware scheduling to optimize performance and minimize costs using a pool of free LLM API keys.
AlbumInsertsViewer
Timeline: Dec 2025 - Present Links: GitHub Repository
- Overview: A dockable, theme-aware C#.NET plugin for MusicBee that bridges the gap between digital music libraries and the tactile experience of physical media.
Key Features:
- Features an asynchronous file-scanning engine that recursively uncovers hidden album booklets, liner notes, and inserts.
- Successfully launched to the audiophile community, gathering over 450 downloads.
Blossom Theme | Founder
Timeline: Aug 2023 - Present
- Overview: An open-source initiative based in Sri Lanka dedicated to curating vibrant digital color themes with a heavy emphasis on visual accessibility.
Key Features:
- Ensures all palettes maintain a solid 5.06:1 color contrast ratio to protect readability without sacrificing style.
- Includes signature styles inspired by modern Japanese urban environments, blending bright neon tones with sleek metallic elements.
“How do you cause people to believe in an imagined order such as Christianity, democracy or capitalism? First, you never admit that the order is imagined.”
― Yuval Noah Harari, Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind
“So perhaps happiness is synchronizing one's personal delusions of meaning with the prevailing collective delusions. As long as my personal narrative is in line with the narratives of the people around me, I can convince myself that my life is meaningful, and find happiness in that conviction.”
― Yuval Noah Harari, Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind
“Wasn’t it extraordinary to be in the world right now, wandering around in a wonderful adventure!”
― Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World: A Novel About the History of Philosophy
“Humans were always far better at inventing tools than using them wisely.”
― Yuval Noah Harari, 21 Lessons for the 21st Century
"Two things fill the mind with ever-new and increasing admiration and awe, the more often and steadily we reflect upon them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me."
― Kant's tombstone
“... the only thing we require to be good philosophers is the faculty of wonder...”
― Jostein Gaarder, Sophie’s World
“If you are really in love with someone, you never worry about the meaning of life.”
― Yuval Noah Harari, 21 Lessons for the 21st Century
“Money, social status, plastic surgery, beautiful houses, powerful positions – none of these will bring you happiness. Lasting happiness comes only from serotonin, dopamine and oxytocin.”
― Yuval Noah Harari, Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind
“Maybe we can comprehend a flower or an insect, but we can never comprehend ourselves. Even less can we expect to comprehend the universe.”
― Jostein Gaarder, Sophie’s World
“Humans think in stories rather than in facts, numbers, or equations, and the simpler the story, the better.”
― Yuval Noah Harari, 21 Lessons for the 21st Century
“Without music, life would be a mistake.” — Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols
"Without music, life would be a mistake." — Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols
“A city without a theater is like a man without a face.” — Heinrich Böll, The Safety Net
“A man without imagination is a man without wings.” — Muhammad Ali, 1975 interview
I mainly write on my blog:
- I have written many wrteups for CTFs: CTF writeups on my blog
- And also I wrote a mirco-learning resource article list for Gilbert Strang's Linear Algebra Series: Linear algebra micro-learning series