Monday, December 21, 2009

You are...

An enigma to many
A bit naive to some
A nuisance to a few
You are..
An oasis to "them"

I make you...
A loser
An idiot
A loner
I make you...
One of "them"

You make me...
A freak
An addict
A thief
You make me...
A criminal to "them"

We are...
A dream
A nightmare
A story
We are...
... nothing to "them"

Monday, December 14, 2009

Jingle bells, Christmas sells

Jingle bells
Christmas sells
No one gives a damn
Oh, what fun,
It is to ride an open market scam


Jingle Bells
Christmas sells
No one gives a damn
Oh, what fun,
It is to ride an open market scam

Dashing through the gore
In a one-track bullshit sleigh
O’er the mires we go
Laughing all the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay


FUCK commercialism!


Inspired by the Joker’s version of Jingle Bells

Friday, December 11, 2009

Movie of the year?

Please vote for your favourite flick of 2009. The poll is on the right side of your screen. Feel free to leave a comment about your pick.
Thank you.


“It is better to starve free than be a fat slave,” is a quote attributed to Aesop of Aesop’s Fables fame, although its authenticity (and amazingly Aesop’s very existence) is somewhat disputed. Well, whoever said that obviously hadn’t tasted a burger.

We’re all a bunch of big fat slaves, irrespective of waist size, and we know it. We are slaves to multinational companies who force their products down our throats. We are slaves to a global mass media whose lies we swallow whole. We are slaves to organised religion. We are slaves to our own egos. We are slaves to ourselves. And you know what the best part is? We enjoy every minute of it, yours truly included.

That’s right. We have become such a commodity-centric species that our very survival depends on mass consumption of poison, lies and delusions on a daily basis. Isn’t that just great?

And then there’s the fact that we are so morally bankrupt that we think it’s okay to steamroll our way to a predefined, elusive ‘success’, losing whatever that is left of our integrity along the way. We don’t even realise that, in our almost indecent hurry to get there, we have effectively eliminated any chance of freeing ourselves from this bondage, this shameless servitude that we have the audacity to call freedom.

No, I did not contradict myself there. How can you ‘free’ yourself from freedom itself, you ask? The answer is you can’t. Why? Because you’re a slave; a slave to a psycho-physical construct the little red horned guy on your left shoulder wants you to call freedom, freewill, independence, or what-have-you. You’re not free. You never will be. Don’t kid yourself. ‘Freedom’ itself has you on a leash, bound and gagged. And you like it that way.

Don’t get me wrong; this is not paranoia talking. Heck, it’s what I want. How can I be paranoid about something I know I want, nay need? That’s just tosh. And I’m not preaching either; far from it. Why would I want to be a killjoy?

Point is, no human being on this planet is truly free till he or she has given up his or her quest for freedom. We spend all our lives looking for it; much like the knights of yore who went in search for the mythical white stag; but, unfortunately, few of us will ever find it. Reason being this ‘freedom’ we so desperately crave is, in fact, just another commodity, to put it crudely.

Mere rhetoric? Hardly.

Think about it: you have so many obligations to fulfill, so many goals and expectations to live up to, so much to accomplish that you hardly have the time to do anything else. That is why you have become a slave to the system, as a means of escape.

The food you eat, the books you read, the music you listen to is all part and parcel of that system. And you, out of sheer helplessness (inadvertently of course) have labeled it freedom. In other words, you have paid for that ‘freedom’. Hence my argument that freedom as we know it is a commodity.

Is that a bad thing, though?

No one ever said it was. Our species wouldn’t have come this far without it, and if we were to suddenly change things around (which, by the way, will never happen) we would stop ‘progressing’. We don’t want that now, do we?
Now go slave away please, and don’t forget the ketchup.
The above is something I wrote a few weeks ago as part of work.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Dear MR and SF

Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met. I am Papare Boy, a 25 year old citizen of the country that you both claim to love endlessly. I too love my country endlessly, though probably not the same way you do, but let’s not get into that right now.

So, I hear the two of you are running for President and I understand that one of you is already the hot favourite to win the race to the throne while the other is not too far behind, catching up slowly but surely. Good - democracy is not dead yet; not completely, anyway.

Before we go any further, let me tell you a few things about myself. I absolutely loathe politics. Getting into politics in this Paradise Isle, in my humble opinion, is like diving headfirst into a cesspit – if you ever get out alive, you’re going to smell like shit the rest of your life. Excuse my French.

I am no peacenik or NGO activist. Nor am I a chest-beating “patriot”. Although I have my reservations about the way you conducted the war (and believe me, I do), I am sincerely thankful for the two of you for putting an end to that three decade old curse. I suppose it was a necessary evil that was required for the greater good. This 65,000 square-kilometre land that all three of us call home is too small, and too precious, to be divided into pieces. So, I say kudos to the both of you on ensuring that our country’s territorial integrity remained intact, against heavy odds – even though it was achieved at a very high cost. My only question is: what next? We won the war, but what have we really done to win the peace? But I digress.

Now, you both have children around my age and I’m sure neither of you has forgotten the fact that young people make a sizeable portion of your potential vote banks, which brings me to the point of this letter – what have you two planned to do for the betterment of this country’s youth?

As young people of Sri Lanka we are in an unenviable position today. We have no one to guide us when it comes to matters of national importance. We vote for whoever our parents/relatives/peers vote for. An overwhelming majority of us are politically illiterate – including me, unfortunately. For instance, not many of us can say we know what the 17th amendment to the constitution is. Heck, most of us don’t even know if the print on the constitution’s cover is black on white or white on black. This speaks volumes about this country’s future voters. We’re unable to make educated political decisions, an attribute vital for the wellbeing of any democracy. And that is a frightening scenario as I’m sure you’ll agree, considering the pace at which the rest of the world is progressing.

Then there’s that little issue with the economy. There are many people my age without proper jobs. By proper jobs I don’t mean the traditional doctor/lawyer/engineer jobs; I mean the kind of jobs that they can actually enjoy doing as opposed to wasting away behind a desk. The jobs are there, but there isn’t enough government backing for such professions and there is little to no school-level encouragement for students to go for fields that are outside the accepted norm. Some are contemplating leaving the country in search of greener pastures, but I know for a fact that most of us would much rather stay here and give back to the country, as unbelievable as that may sound.

There are millions of other issues to be discussed of course, but I’m sure you’ve got a lot on your plates already. So, I shall stop my rambling now. Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not blaming either of you for any of these problems. But as the next president of this great nation, one of you will have the power to address these issues and really make a difference. What with the end of the war, there is so much potential for us to go to very great heights and I’m sure both of you are equally capable of taking us there.

And with that, I shall take my leave with a bow.

Good luck to you both.

May the best man win.

Yours respectfully,
Papare Boy.

PS: Only one of you can win this race, and I’m sure I’m speaking for 20 million people when I ask you to respect the final result and work together with the victor to bring peace and development to this battered land. Thank you for hearing me out.

Monday, November 30, 2009


Who goes there?

It is I.

What bringeth you here?

‘Tis of no concern to you, my love

Forgive me, I am but following orders

Follow your heart instead, beloved

I would if I could

I know

You must go back

Ah, but not without what I came for

What do you seek?

What you hide

It is not mine to be given at will

It is now

I cannot let you in

You will

Not now




You shall not pass

I’m already in


Friday, November 27, 2009

Letter to my 16-year-old self

Dear 16-year-old me,

How goes it?

Not too well, eh? Your O/Ls are coming up and you haven’t studied shit. Don’t bother starting now – you’re not going to remember anything; you know that. You’re one of those last-minute slackers who won’t be caught dead studying for an exam until you’re left with only three months to go Yes, you’re not going to touch your books till September; mark my words..

Don’t worry too much, though; you’re going to do just fine. The results won’t be anything spectacular; but at least they won’t make your aunts and uncles wanna disown you – that’s not going to happen for another four years (oops, have I said too much there?) Here’s a teaser: You’re getting ‘A’s for the subjects that matter (five of those) – go figure. But do take your studies a bit more seriously. I can’t tell you right now whether or not you’ll regret your current attitude towards academia and the usefulness of paper qualifications (or the lack of it). I honestly don’t know yet. But the ‘what-if-ness’ of it all is going to haunt you for some time to come. So, be warned.

Let’s talk about your nonexistent love life now. How’s that girl from Literature class you’ve been eyeing? Yeah, the really cute one. You’re going to ask her out a few months from now. Oh, yes, you are. And she’s going to tell you that she’s already seeing someone. Guess who that someone is? It’s that slimeball/douchebag/asshole who’s always sweet talking all the girls in class – including the 60-something teacher. But don’t worry; you’ll be over her in no time. And then you’ll move on to bigger and better things – literally (don’t ask). But she too is going to break your heart when you learn that she’s been in a serious relationship for several years. And guess what? Eight years later she’s still seeing that guy. You’re going to be happy for her.

We’re not done yet. Two years from now you’re going to fall for yet another girl from that same Lit. class. Don’t ask me who that is. Where’s the fun in that? But seriously, WTF, man? Three girls from the same frickin’ class? What is WRONG with you? Oh, W. T. F. stands for ‘what the fuck, by the way’. It’s… er… ‘netspeak. Never mind. You’ll learn these things soon enough. Anyway, this girl is going to confuse you a little. Not intentionally, though. She’s a complete sweetheart (despite the fact that she’ll be going out with one of your closest friends from school. Yes, yikes! I know). I’m meeting her and another old friend for lunch tomorrow. So, don’t worry. It’s all good. And, yes, you’re going to be over her too – and you’re going to remain friends. Isn’t that great?

You’re probably worried sick right now after reading this. My apologies. Don’t worry, dude. You’re not going to remain single for too long. You’ll find love in the strangest and most amazing places. Yes, plural. Just hang in there.

Be nice to your best friend. I know he seems like a dick at times, but he’s been your best friend since the first day of school and he really cares about you. A few years from now the two of you are going to have a major falling out. He’s going to stop talking to you for some time. It’s only going to be temporary but you WILL miss him a lot – even though you’ll never admit it.

That other old friend I mentioned… the one I’m meeting tomorrow together with your ex-crush… she’s going to be the reason for the fallout, through no fault of her own (you’ll be meeting her next year). She, you and your best friend are going to be really close. Really close. It’s going to be a beautiful (read cheesy) friendship that will last a long time… until another mutual friend from school starts dating her. This is going to piss your best friend off for some reason. He’s going to blame you for it and accuse you of siding with her when she gets tired of arguing with him. You’re going to get caught in the middle. To you, they’ll both be equally important, but life is never fair, and so things will naturally get ugly and that’ll be the end of that dream friendship. You’ll lose them both. But don’t feel too bad. Your best friend will come back, eventually. And you’ll mend fences with the other one, years later. Tomorrow’s meet up has aptly been titled the “Super-awkward-meet-up-2009” by her – wish me luck, by the way, I’m meeting her AND my ex-crush at the same time after a very long time. As for your best friend, he’s in Singapore now. I’m still in touch with him and we’re still good friends.

Anyway, I bet you’re feeling all dizzy and stuff now after hearing all these bizarre “predictions”. So I’m just gonna bugger off now and leave you dazed and confused – which was kinda what I had in mind when I decided to write to you. I’m masochistic like that. Sue me.

Okay….. Adios then!

Oh, wait… one piece of advice before I go: Don’t ever, I mean EVER get an internet connection. It’s going to destroy you.

Who am I kidding? We both know you’re not going to listen to me. Fuck it.


Yours truly,
25-year-old me.


Excuse the disjointed, somewhat long-ass post. Kinda got carried away and I AM supposed to be at work after all. -_-

Anyway, thanks to Ladida a.k.a. Gutterflower for the tag. :)

I hereby tag Makuluwo, Chavie, Chathura and Nefarious. Take it away, guys. :)

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Work in progress

Peter "Gabriel" Abraham picked up his pace. He had no time to lose. It was starting to get dark around him. Clouds had gathered overhead and there was a sense of gloom in the air. A cat meowed in the distance and an old homeless man rummaging through a trashcan paused to have a look at him. The man considered the stranger for a moment and went back to his business, clearly uninterested. The wind was beginning to pick up speed and Peter had to adjust his hat more than once; but he kept on walking. He had less than an hour to complete his task.

He had barely walked ten paces down the alley when Peter found himself staring at the dead-end ahead. It was lit by a single Sodium lamp and the light was casting eerie shadows on the brick walls nearby. The sun appeared to have set. Or maybe it was her, thought Peter. He could see there was a figure moving impatiently in the shadows. Lucy had arrived.

“You’re late,” spat Lucy.

“I got held up,” said Peter nervously.

Lucy stepped closer to him and as the light hit her face Peter could tell she was trying hard to suppress her anger. Brow furrowed and jaws clenched, she had an air of someone ready to kill.

The Tracker gave Peter a piercing stare. Her cold, dark eyes seemed to bore into his, as if she was trying to read his every thought. It did nothing to improve his nerves.

“Where is it?” she demanded.

“Somewhere safe.”

“Somewhere safe? Somewhere safe? I thought I told you to bring it to me!”

“Well,” said Peter, still nervous but not giving in, “it’s safer where it is right now. In any case, I couldn’t have removed it even if I wanted to. He wouldn’t have let me.”

“Then you should’ve fought for it, fool,” snapped Lucy.

“I didn’t want to.”

There was a pause. Peter could hear the distant rumbling of thunder.

“Why ever not?” she asked curtly

“I… I’m no match for him.”

“You’re pathetic,” she spat again.

“I’m sorry,” said Peter, and he meant it.

“You’re sorry? No, Gabriel, you’re not sorry. Not yet, anyway.”

Peter looked at her.

“Kneel!” she commanded.

Peter did as he was told. He didn’t know what Lucy was about to do but he hoped and prayed she would be lenient with him. She took his hat and tossed it aside unceremoniously.

Peter watched as it rolled away into a nearby dent.

Lucy put her right hand on his head. Her long, sharp nail dug into his scalp and Peter let out a whimper of pain as she began to draw a line across it. He felt her finger move in the shape of a triangle. Blood started trickling down his hair and Peter watched, horrified, as a big drop of it fell from the tip of his nose to the ground with an audible thwack. His entire body was shaking.

“Get up,” she barked.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

What is love?

None of you bastards tagged me in your stupid "♫ What is love, baby, don't hurt me, baby don't hurt me ♫" posts. But Makuluwo and Chavie have left an open tag so... here goes... -_-

"'Love' as we know it is a product manufactured in Hollywood by the media. What we call love is actually affection generated by lust. Love is essentially lust. There's no such thing as 'love at first sight'. It's always LUST at first sight.
Real love is selfless, unconditional and transcends lust and attraction. That kinda love only exists between parents and children.
However, romantic love too can come to that stage, but it takes YEARS to develop. I would say old couples are really "in love". The younger ones are more "in lust".
Just my $0.02."

Left the above as a comment on a friend's FB note on the same topic.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Sinhala Unicode FTW!

අඩෝ, මේක පට්ට ආකල්! Type කරන්න නං ටිකක් අමාරුයි තමයි, හැබැයි පුරුදු වුනහම සිරා. :D

ඩී සී ගෙ සිංහල post එකෙන් තමයි idea එක ආවෙ, ඒ වුනා‍ට ලියන්න දෙයක් නැහැනෙ. :S


නිදිමතයි. මං ගියා.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Good stuff

Two of the greatest animated movies ever made. Watch them if you haven't already. They will blow your mind away.

Spirited Away

Uploaded by cosmo111687

Princess Mononoke

Uploaded by kindredweasel

Monday, August 31, 2009

Star Trek: The Sexed Generation

Two words: fucking hilarious.

Clip created by acornfilms.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Snakes and ladders

You slither, you hiss
You embrace, you kiss
I wither, I miss
My disgrace, my bliss

He hallows, she mellows
He bellows, she follows
He wallows, she swallows
How hollow, how shallow

I watch, you mock
The cradle won't rock
They botch, they dock
The ladle won't wok

You slither, and smother
Hither and thither,
I gather their blather
And lather your tether

Friday, August 7, 2009

My version of the uh... "trip"

In pictures. Can't be arsed to post all the photos here on the blog.

Whacko, Fallen and Jarry have already written their detailed (and extremely biased) accounts of yesterday's events.

So I'm just gonna lay it bare graphically. Pictures don't lie, do they? :p

Click here if you're interested. :D

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Katukurunda Races

Shot with a Canon 350d with a 18-55 lens with the WRONG setting! :|

Camera courtesy friend and photographer Dilesh Weerasuriya. Click here for his Flickr photostream.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?

With apologies to Mr. William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?

Thou art more cold and maketh me desperate

Hailstorms deter not the lone wolf on its way

And winter's lease leaveth no room for hate

Sometimes too deep run the crevices of lust

And oft is its crimson complexion dimm'd

And no fair from fair will ever rust

By chance nor nature's changing course untrimm'd:

But thy eternal winter shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that poison that thou owest

Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade

For Death himself is but thyself slowest

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

In other words, I'm crazy about you when I know I shouldn't be.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Doomsday? Really?

Apparently the world is going to go kaboom on December 21 (or 23, depending on who you ask), 2012 (conveniently a few weeks after the US elections).


Believers will tell you this is because the last day of the Mayan
Calendar falls on this date.


As absurd as this... uh... "prediction" sounds, there are people out there who seem to be taking it very, very seriously. Just do a random search for 2012 and you'll see what I mean.

So if the world as we know it is really going to end in another three years, WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO DO TO SAVE OUR ASSES?

I mean, I'm not saying I believe this stuff. It may or may not happen. It could happen in 2012 or even 3012. Point is is we just don't fucking know! Heck, it could happen even TOMORROW.

What have we, as a world, and as a species done to prepare for such an eventuality?

Not much obviously.

Hopefully at least this (KICK ASS) movie will wake us up:

2012 by disaster movie pro Roland Emmerich.

Prepare to drool. It looks fuckin' amazing.

Friday, June 26, 2009

To the King of Pop...

Dear Michael Jackson,

This morning I woke up to the news that you are no more. I didn't know what to think. I still don't. I did not want to believe it. How could you, a king in every sense of the word, be dead?

But it seems that you are, and that saddens me to no end. Like millions of others across the globe, I grew up listening to you and idolising you. I know the words to every single one of your hits. I have seen every single one of your music videos, hundreds of times, seen most of your concerts on VHS and later on on DVD. Over the years, I've tried to emulate you, to copy your innovative dance moves, especially your signature moonwalk. Tried and failed miserably.

To me it didn't matter if you were "black or white"; you were a living legend. You were an awe inspiring performer and an entertainer extradionaire. Your career was a "thriller" to your loyal fans. When controversy was threatening to turn you into a "stranger in Moscow" you told your critics to "beat it" in your own quiet, soft-spoken way.

You're truly a king. Every man, woman and child on Earth knows your name. There are millions who'd give anything to see you perform live. It's always been one of my biggest dreams to see you on stage, but I guess that dream will never come true now. But no matter. You have given me enough to be thankful for.

Thank you for the music.

Rest in peace, your majesty.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

We didn't lose


It's the 2007 World Cup all over again. Reach the finals undefeated only to lose heartbreakingly. :|

But no matter. We gave a good fight. And we won every single game that led to the finals. Congrats to Sanga and the entire team.

Dilshan, Mendis, Malinga, Mathew, Sanath, Murali, Mahela, Mubarak, Udana, Chamara, Kulasekara... well done, boys!

ETA - Sanga thanked the spectators in Sinhala! Fuckin' AWESOME! Didn't see that one coming. I'm not sad about losing anymore. :)

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


Man, that felt good.

And now we wait...

Friday, June 5, 2009

These trolls...

I happen to like trolls. Including, but not limited to, the ones that trash me.:p

I really don't get why everyone's so worked up about this. Why is everyone suddenly all up in arms about the whole thing? So they make fun of us. So what?

It's humour. A tad tasteless and crude, yes, but it's humour nonetheless. Lighten up already.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Am I in deep shit?

A little over a month ago yours-truly quit his permanent job at the [arguably] safe, old, comfortable weekend newspaper and stepped into the murky world of advertising. Still not sure if it was a wise decision on my part, but then it's only been four weeks, so I guess a fair assessment is not possible at the moment.

Some of my work there were met with positive enthusiasm by Palpatine himself, some didn't make it past Lord Vader's usually generous lightsaber (it really is a lightsaber... don't ask). I suppose only time will tell whether I made the right choice or not. But right now the prospects aren't looking that good, and something tells me the force isn't that strong with me.


Oh well, at least I'm getting paid. For now.

The politics of language

A retrospective post on the current situation in Sri Lanka by The Puppeteer got me thinking yesterday.

She said,
Being part of a minority within a minority, I don’t think Sri Lanka has fully accepted us as a part of the nation. Recently, attempts have been made- my community was wedged into the President’s post LTTE speech, it’s been included in newspaper articles as well as the government registration website. However, it would seem that the President hasn’t quite wrapped his head around who we are and how we configure in the scheme of races in the island. Where I’m going with this is simply that I was never made to feel as though I belonged here. While I adore Sri Lanka there’s still a certain degree of detachment I apperceive from the people here.

(Emphasis mine).

I'm hardly an expert on matters relating to ethnicity, but it is my personal belief that this "degree of detachment" minorities apperceive from the majority community (in any nation state home to diverse "races", and not just Sri Lanka), as I said in a comment I made on her post, is mainly due to the language barrier that exists between the different communities more than anything else.

I'm aware that The Puppeteer is only referring to her community in her post and is not speaking for the other minorities here, but it's a safe bet that a lot of people from those communities also feel the same way. This is in no way a rebuttal to her post or an attempt to state that Sri Lanka is completely devoid of racism. The latter would be naivety at best and complete BS at worst. However, I do feel the need to say that not everyone in our country is a racist and I truly believe that language really is a big part of the solution to this "problem" (for the lack of a better word).

This sense of belonging The Puppeteer alludes to in her post is a very human emotion, something that we all crave for regardless of race, creed, religion and other worldly differences. Nobody likes to feel left out. Nobody likes to be intimidated by a person with a stronger arm than their own. The same applies to all the "groups" that we have divided ourselves into along lines of race, caste, religion, etc.,etc. One group does not want to be overshadowed/ignored/looked down upon by another, especially when it lacks the numbers of the other.

But, unfortunately, realpolitik demands that that be the case. There will always be differences. There will always be clashes of opinion and conflicts of interest. The point is to say "screw that" and just get along.

Easier said than done of course, because, in order to 'get along', the different groups need to be able to communicate with each other. And the only viable form of communication that will serve this purpose is speech/conversation. And that requires an understanding of each groups's language or at least a language common to all groups. This is where English comes in to play.

Think about it. Those of us (from different communities) who speak any English "get along" well because it is a language that we all understand. The place I used to work where The Puppeteer is still employed at is an office full of people from all the major and minor ethnic and religious groups from Sri Lanka. But our differences were hardly noticeable because all of us spoke the same language and could see where everyone was coming from.

When talking to another person from a community outside of your own in a language spoken and understood by both, the factors that make you 'different' from each other tend to go unnoticed. Even if they are not fully ignored, you learn not to care about such trivialities as you go along, and these differences become part of who the other person is, a part of what makes them interesting and appealing.

My point is that when you're able to communicate with someone who doesn't "belong to" your social subset you realise that theirs is not that alien to your own. They just speak a different language, practice a different religion, have a different skin colour, etc., but in every other aspect, they're no more different from you than a dog with brown spots is different from a dog with black spots; they're still canine and they still bark, and we're still human... and we all talk; it's just that we, unlike dogs, just happen to speak different languages.

If we (the youth with a means of communication with those from other communities) are capable of such peaceful coexistence who is to say that the rest of the country would be any different if they were given a chance to learn the same?

Sri Lanka is not the racist, chauvinistic nation the Western media makes it out to be. An overwhelming majority of our people really do want our different ethnic groups to coexist; even the masses that supported the war. The problem lies in reaching out to them, the minorities. We get stuck when we attempt to do that, because we _just_don't_ speak their language, and vice versa.

Is there anything that can be done about this? I suppose making it compulsory for children to learn the three main languages at school level is a start. But it must be done in such a way that it will not make them feel as though they're being forced to learn a language they won't otherwise speak outside the school premises. And it must also not be seen as an attempt to suppress the importance of the language of the majority community. It is up to our policy makers to come up with a strategy to tackle this problem without hurting the sensitivities of the people.

This however is a formidable task, and we as responsible citizens cannot and must not expect the government in power to do all the work for us. We have to make a sincere effort in trying to understand what Saman, Kumar, David, Ahmed, Nimali, Kumari, Mary and Fathima are trying to tell us. It is only then that the fruits of a war free Sri Lankan can truly be enjoyed by all its citizens.

Here's hoping that a lasting peace will not remain the pipe dream it once was. Viva Sri Lanka!

Saturday, May 30, 2009

This tagging business...

I've been tagged, by none other than the illustrious PseudoRandom herself... because... apparently... I've "not been blogging recently and this is supposed to be a kick up the backside."

Not really a big fan of this kinda thing (tagging/chain letter sorta stuff), but right now, I'm not complaining cuz it feels good to be kicked in the rear by someone as delightful as Ms. Random.

Anyway, here are the so called "rules" written by God-knows-who:

You write five words to describe how you feel about recent events in Sri Lanka.
You tag five bloggers.
You sit back and relax.

My five words are...

1. Shock
2. Fear
3. Sadness
4. Relief
5. Hope

I've got no one to tag cuz all the bloggers I follow have already been tagged, so I'm gonna tag the trolls instead.

1. Your Blog Sucks
2. The Maharajah of Bad
3. Padashow
4. Suck My Tweet
5. HH Zoltan


Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Attempts at photography

All taken with my humble point-and-shoot. And I'm stil learning. Don't judge me. :p

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Hooked on Twitter

I'm hooked. It's like a drug now. I'm so hooked I can't even blog anymore. HELP!

That aside, Chavie101 dug this up on YouTube recently.

Oh the nostalgia.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I'm sorry

I seem to have made the Top Five Posts list on Kottu this week... for the wrong reasons. I'm not going to explain myself or anything here, but suffice to say that I'm not proud of what I wrote, and so, I deleted the effin thing. Yeah.

And, no, I didn't write it for the attention either. I was pissed out of my mind, and I needed to let it out. I felt betrayed, used, and unceremoniously discarded over something "better"... all at the same time... by someone I was prepared to do anything for. I was pushed, nay shoved, over the edge. And quite deliberately so. So I do believe my anger was more than justified. But still, I don't think I should've written it the way I did. That's just stooping to the level of the said post's subject.

I'm sorry if I sound like a self righteous bitch and a drama queen all rolled into one, but I'm sincerely sorry I wrote that "thing" and I've got to say it (that I'm not proud of it) one way or the other.

Anyway, it's a done deal now. Time for me to move on.


Thursday, April 2, 2009

Public Service Announcement

Someone I know is flooding everyone's blog with comments pretending to be me. Please watch out. Any comment from "Paparé Boy" (with or without the accented é) that professes my undying love to you or one that tells you to shut the fuck up or anything else of an equally dubious nature is NOT FROM ME.

Thank you.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Love is...

An illusion... for it's a mere magic trick played on the weak and gullible

A mirage... for it's something that is really not there

A lie... for no one really means it when they say 'I love you'

A trap... for it ensnares the senses

A book... that no one will ever finish reading

A puzzle... that no one has yet solved

A riddle... that no one will ever figure out

A quagmire... that no one will ever get out of alive

A dagger... that can kill you in an instant

A poison... that can kill you slowly

A bullet... that can pierce your heart

A sword... that can sever your head

Love is...

A load of crap, that we all so desperately crave for

A weapon... of mass destruction


Friday, March 20, 2009

I'm still straight and I'm still Paparé BOY, thank you very much

Everyone, please ignore the previous post. As you can see, it was obviously not written by yours truly.

That was the handy work of an overly bored messiahofmadness and tulie, who thought they'd have a good laugh at my expense while I was looking the other way.

See, we all work at the same office and I just happened to be away from the PC for a little bit, when these two jobless peabrains classy ladies saw that I'd left my blog open and, worse, signed in, and decided to make a little tea party of it.


And later, halfway into their post, I saw what they were up to, tried to confront them, and gave up. Thought I'd let them have their fun, the poor souls.

I think the post is on Kottu now. Oh well.

I'd delete it, but being the attention seeking prat nice guy that I am, I think I'm gonna leave it be. :p

Edited to add: I'm so over enthusiastic excited about finally being able to use the strike/scratch tag. :D

Considering Transgender operation

I always thought I was straight all this time, seriously, but that was before I attended open mic last night.

So many HAWT Guys. I have always had this habit of checking out guys but I didn't realize the implications until now. I never believed in Love at First Sight either, BUT THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED!

I fell in Love - Instantaneous, utterly and completely - with a guy!

What do I do, I have to cope with my newly discovered sexual inclination as well cope with my new found love. But it's a wonderful feeling - I AM IN LOOOOVVVVEEE! YAAAAAYYY!

Friends tell me that it was just the arrack mallum having a perverse effect on me. But it's not, this is the real deal, I felt all the things the poets wax lyrical about, the tingling, the high, the bells ringing, I felt it all I tell you...

And that's when I hit upon the idea for a sex change operation. My one true love is straight, he will never have anything to do with me as a guy so.... The depth of my love is such that I am going to turn myself into the girl of his dreams.

Sigh!!! His Mahagony coloured skin glowed in the dark. His T-shirt clung sexily to his amazing physique. Ok,I know not everyone will think so but to me, he was perfection!!!!!

So...Here I am at a turning point in my life after attending open mic (I never had any inkling when I set out so carefreely, last night that THIS would happen - who would have thought?)

So my dream guy, I know you'll read this even though you'll never guess it's dedicated to you - Look out for a sexy, hot chick who's going to crash into your life soon - Papare Boy is about to turn into Papare Girl!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The songs that turn us on


This is going to be awkward.

I.. er... I'm back... If you noticed that I'd disappeared, that is.

So... um... yeah, the plan is to start blogging again.

Oh fuck it. Yes, I'm back. The shit that caused me to become all melodramatic and take a sudden break from blogging has, by no means, disappeared, but I figured that quitting blogging (that sounds HORRIBLY sing-song by the way) was not going to make matters any better, and so, here I am, back in business. Yes.

And thanks a lot to everyone who commented on my previous post, to goddessofvileness who convinced me to start again, and to The Missing Sandwich who took the time and effort to actually send me a mail and cheer me up; ME- an anonymous blogger she's never even met. (That was very sweet of you, TMS). :)

And also to messiahofmadness and tulie for doing the same in their own unique way.

Thanks a mil, guys. :)

OK. Now that the cheese is out of the way, let's get back on topic.

I've been annoying my friends lately, asking them to send me lists of songs that they find 'sexy' (for the lack of a better word). I'm trying to compile a Top 10 and so far I've been told that the following songs make some of my friends feel all hot and sweaty. :p

Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye
You Sexy Thing - Hot Chocolate
Layla - Eric Clapton
Skin To Skin - Harry Belafonte
Smooth - Carlos Santa ft. Rob Thomas
All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You - Heart
I've Got You Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra ft. Bono
All I Want Is You - U2
Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me - U2
Fire - Babyface & Desree
Push it Push it - Inner Circle
Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye
"Any Barry White song" (apparently)
Sweet Child of Mine and November Rain - Guns 'n' Roses
Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
I am Sailing - Rod Stewart
Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis
Imagine and Let it Be - Beatles
Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones
Hallowed Be Thy Name - Iron Maiden
Number of the beast - Iron Maiden
Breaking the law - Judas Priest
Highway to hell - AC/DC
Stuff - Blank Sabath
Stuff - Disturbed
Goofy Goober - Spongebob (don't ask)

OK. Some very different genres there. Anyone care to help a dude out? :D

Sunday, March 8, 2009

This is it

I'm depressed. I don't think I've been this depressed in a very long time. I don't like to write personal shit, and I'm not gonna do that now.

I just want to go away. And that's what I'm going to do now.

I might come back... if I feel like it. But somehow, I don't think that's gonna happen. I think I've hit an all time low this time around.

Yeah, I know I probably sound like a drama queen. Well, quite frankly, I don't give a rat's ass.

I'm out.

Friday, March 6, 2009

See? (Part II)

No, you don't see it. You'll never see what I see in you the way I see it. Even if you did see it, you wouldn't get it. And we both know why, don't we? Although, I'm pretty sure you have no idea what on Earth I'm talking about. Heck, I doubt you even realise it's YOU that I'm talking to here. Why would you? All you see is what you want to see. That's all that you seem to have eyes for, and not for what you ought to see. Well guess what? I don't want to be what you ought to see. I want to be what you want to see. But I know I'll never be that. So I'm gonna bugger off now, because if and when you eventually do see me, I don't want to be blocking your view.

Why, you ask?
I'd much rather see you smile, even if it's not me that you're smiling at.

Note to the four people who know my real name - The above (and the previous post) is pure fiction.


I wish you could see what I see in you the way I see it, but I know you won't see it since we don't see what's right in front of us when we're so blinded by the glow of what we want to see and not what we ought to see.

Now do you see what I see?


How about now?


Oh well, I tried.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

The Watchmaker

He sits in silence bent over his desk…

He watches his watch dying a slow agonising death…

He knows what he is… a surgeon…

A life saver… he must do this; it is no burden

He wears no mask, he fears nothing…

For he is always certain he knows what’s coming…

He picks his tools, and shifts on his stool…

And imagines himself drowning in a pool…

Wiping the sweat off of his tired face…

He wearily looks at the finish line of the race…

It’s not that far, he knows he can make it…

But for how long does he think he can fake it?

OK, I admit. Poetry is not my strong point. This is just something I wrote over a year ago. It's... weird, to say the least.

Monday, March 2, 2009

How do we know Humpty Dumpty was an egg?

Age old question, I know. But seriously, why is Humpty always depicted as an egg? Nowhere in the rhyme is it mentioned that the little bugger was an egg. In fact, it doesn't say what he was at all.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again

So all the kings men and all the kings horses couldn't put him back together again? So what? Doesn't mean he had to have been an EGG. Why couldn't he have been... made of porcelain or something? Why an egg (of all things)?

Bored. Nothing better to write.
Image courtesy Wikipedia.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Birthday blues

Yes, it's my birthday today. It will end in a few minutes. It's almost midnight now. And guess where I am right now.


That's right. I'm at work. On Saturday. My birthday. More than half of it spent right here.

And now, here I am, sitting in front of the only PC at office that doesn't have access blocked to half the world wide web (including the Proxy sites), writing this blog post, because I have nothing better to do.

Wait, it gets worse.

I've got two passes for the Lite FM Flashback party safely tucked away in my bag right now, each worth a whopping thousand bucks and probably wondering what the fuck they're still doing in there.

And my friend tells me the party is in full swing. She wants to know why I'm not there partying the night away.

And you know what really sucks, man?

It's MY fault that I'm not there right now having a ball as I know I fuckin' should be, and I'm here instead, whining and complaining and boring you with this rather tedious read.

See, I have no one but myself to blame for my current predicament. Here's why:

I'm not dressed for a party.

As shallow and superficial as that may sound, I can't be seen at a party wearing what I'm wearing right now.

It's common practice here at my work place for employees to dress down on Saturdays (and by down I mean way down). You could say it's an unwritten law of sorts. And I, assuming that I wasn't going for this party tonight because one of my friends who was supposed to join us had dropped out at the last minute, decided I wasn't going to break the rules today.

Now I don't give a flying fuck about what others think of me, but if only I had the sense to wear something nice or at the very least, to bring a change of clothes to work, I wouldn't be here right now writing this shit.

If I were in decent clothing today, I could've easily thrown my stock excuse of "family dinner" at my boss and he would've let me go, no questions asked, just like that.

Like I said, I couldn't care less about what others think of my appearance but a guy's gotta look socially acceptable at least on his birthday, yeah? I mean, I don't mean to sound gay or anything (no offence to anyone) but I'm just not properly attired for a party tonight. To be blunt, I just look plain shabby right now. I do realise that sounds incredibly shallow on my part, but you'd understand if the shit you were in was similar in depth to that of mine.

And, yes, I am in deep shit at the moment.

My ex girlfriend thinks I deserve what I got and is threatening to cut all ties with me. All because I went to watch Hamlet at Elsie's Bar yesterday with some friends that included someone she isn't particularly fond of.

I don't want her to hate me.

And apparently, I'm a liar, a fucker, a bastard, and a moron for doing what I did yesterday (in that order). Yeah, and she tells me all of this on MY BIRTHDAY! Yippee fuckin' ya ye, eh?

To be fair to her, though, I did keep the details rather vague. For instance, I didn't tell her that some people who were supposed to join us yesterday for Hamlet had told me a couple of days earlier that they wouldn't be able to make it. I didn't tell her this. With good reason; I didn't want another argument and, more importantly, I didn't want her to get unnecessarily worked up over nothing. But, as you may have guessed, she found out somehow (she forced it out of me).

She took the whole thing the wrong way and accused me of doing all sorts of horrible things and called me all of those names I have mentioned above (and more). Oh and she also added "and all the bad things in the world".

What a birthday, eh?

Oh well.

Hmm... It's 1 a.m. now. Apparently we're finishing early today. Time for me to bugger off.


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Got this in the mail today

Thought I'd share. Whoever wrote this is a genius. :)

I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing.
I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.


One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed.
Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, 'I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me.'

I said, 'WHAT??!! What was that?!'

So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear...

'You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.'

She responded to my puzzled look by saying, 'Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?'

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.

The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new
shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said, 'Lets get a pair for each outfit.'

We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she
doesn't even know how to play tennis.

I think I threw her for a loop when I said, 'That's fine, honey.' She
was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.
Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, 'I think this is
all dear, let's go to the cashier.'

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, 'No honey, I don't feel like it.'

Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, 'WHAT?'

I then said, 'Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while.
You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.'

And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I
added, 'Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?'

Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that
bitch knows I'm smarter than her..

Disclaimer - I didn't write this myself (I wish). Credit goes to whoever that did. Awesome stuff.

Monday, February 23, 2009

2009 Oscar Opening

This year's Oscar Opening where Wolverine breaks into song. Check it out. :)

Thursday, February 12, 2009


We are born killers.

We are everywhere.

We, as a species, move ever forward eating up all the resources this planet has to offer, and as a token of gratitude we leave utter destruction in our wake.

We have religions designed to keep us from doing wrong, despite which we commit every sin in the book on a daily basis.

We have leaders and people making sackfuls of money under the guise of representing us in government.

We have governments telling us what to do, all the while breaking their own rules in broad daylight.

We whine about it a little, curse them a little, and we, being the hypocrites that we are, vote them back in to power.

We thrive on division and competition, be it racial, religious, whatever.

We wage wars against our own kind.

We are systematically destroying everything that is vital to our own survival.

We are well on our way to another stone age.

It's gonna be awesome.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Twenty questions

1. Why do we have earwax?

2. Why does the moon always look bigger on a Poya day?

3. Why do supposedly nutritious vegetables like bitter gout (karavila) taste so... well... bitter?

4. Why are the Sigiriya frescoes art, and any Sri Lankan movie with a bit of nudity in it is porn?

5. Why do lions have manes when other felines don't?

6. Why is it that in the animal kingdom the male is always better looking than the female? (e.g. - lions, peacocks, all horned animals, elephants, etc.)

7. Why is it that when it comes to humans, it's the other way around? (Women are generally considered more aesthetically pleasing to the eye than men).

8. Why does everything taste "just like chicken"?

9. Why do romantic comedies seem as if it's the same story over and over again with only the characters and places changed?

10. Why is nearly every single movie that revolves around the life of a robot so frickin' depressing? (A.I., The Bicentennial Man)

11. Why do people buy iPods when they already own mobile phones that can play music just as well as any mp3 player in the market?

12. Why do people hero worship the same bunch of daylight robbers called politicians who cheat them, lie to them and steal their hard earned money every single day?

13. Why do most super heroes wear their underwear on the outside?

14. Why do some people buy designer underwear?

15. Why are a majority of fashion designers gay?

16. Why is it that rockers have long hair and rappers have very short hair?

17. Why are disposable cups made of plastic?

18. Why are there no time travelers visiting us from the future?

19. Why is it that in movies aliens only abduct Americans?

20. Why am I writing this?

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Star Wars in the eyes of a three-year-old

Watch this.

George Lucas would be proud.

Edited to add: "Star Wars according to a three-year-old" according to a 23-year-old, a parody of the above video. :D

Kinda lame, but kinda funny too. I can't decide.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

How real is Reality TV?

How could any of this not be staged?

Yes, there are the occasional deluded souls like you and me who think they're the awesomest shower singers the world will never hear, but, surely, no one is THIS wrong about their... "talents".

I'm not saying the producers of Idol are trying to cheat their viewers, and I'm not trying to make fun of those contestants; no way. But it's highly unlikely that anyone would be so stupid as to make fools of themselves on a TV show that is watched by millions of people the world over (unless, of course, it's publicity that they're after.. and, as everyone knows, there's no such thing as bad publicity).

It's one thing not being able to sing and to give a less than stellar performance (vocals wise), even on international TV, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that (I can't sing for toffees myself :p ), but it's absolute lunacy to sing something like Genie In A Bottle and dance like a retard, when you know you're a perfectly sane and rational human being.

I find it all a little hard to swallow.

It's a safe bet that more viewers worldwide watch the latter stages of the show (the run up to the finale) than the audition and 'Hollywood' rounds. This, quite possibly, is the case with a majority of so called reality TV series.

Could it not be a ploy on the part of the powers that be at the big networks aimed at giving a boost to a given season's initial ratings (which, to be fair, is not a heinous crime)?

Is it ethical, though, to "display" such auditions? Sure, you watch it, have a hearty laugh at someone's expense, and forget it the moment the next contestant comes along. No biggie. After all, what's TV for, if not entertainment, right?

I dunno.

Anyway Wikipedia has this to say:

Before contestants get the chance to see the show's judges, they go through two rigorous sets of cuts: the first consists of a brief audition in front of one or two of the show's producers with three other contestants. Contestants are then either sent through to the next round of producers or are asked to leave. Only about 100–200 contestants in each city make it past this round, which is a staggering statistic considering that tens of thousands of people show up to audition in each city.

So, clearly, the producers decide who gets to meet the judges (and, consequently, end up on TV). Is it so impossible that they intentionally send the really bad ones to the judges just for laughs? Obviously not.

But what about those over enthusiastic few who go the extra mile to annoy Simon? Contestants are only required to sing; they don't have to do anything else (again, unless they're looking for 15 minutes of fame).

Do they really want to make fools of themselves like that? Or do they genuinely believe that they're good at what they do? OR are they told to get all theatrical like that (for a few hundred bucks maybe?).

Somehow, I don't think it's the first two.

Disjointed post. Tired. Hungry.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Senselessly whiny rant

So with everyone (including Tom, Dick and two of my bosses) headed to Galle for the weekend for that much hyped "LitFest" (does that sound saucy or what?), and since work prevents me from jumping on the bandwagon, I'm stuck with nothing to do this weekend - well, Sunday to be precise; I have a job that makes me work on Saturday, so I don't really get to have a "weekend" off in its traditional sense... but that's beside the point... So, am looking forward to a Sunday filled with Class A boredom, with nothing to do and the prospect of having to listen to everyone's near-orgasmic accounts of the fest once they return. It seems EVERYONE I know is willing to shed a few big ones for that... thing. Argh!

There, I feel better already.

Having said that, this year's GLF sounds like a pretty big deal and it appears that I'm missing out on some good stuff. I hear they're bringing down the guy who wrote Schindler's Ark. Man, that's big. And I've always wanted to meet Carl Muller. Dunno if he's going to be there this time, though. I'm guessing he is.

Anyway, I don't really know why I'm so worked up. It's not like I'm this hardcore reader who would love nothing more than to attend bookclub meetings in his spare time (do we even have those things here?). In fact, I've never been to this GLF thing before... ever. And I'm not the type to be seen sipping coffee with the rich and famous. I despise that sort of thing. So why now?

I don't know. Maybe I'm just pissed off that I can't get my Saturdays off. And it's not just 9-5, man. For reasons best known to my immediate boss, on Saturdays I'm required to stay at office till 1 am the next frickin' day! I can still remember the look on his face when I asked him if I could be excused to go for Onstage last year. Not that I actually told him I was going for a rock concert, but, you know...
But he's a nice guy, and quite the gentleman, so he let me off. And I actually felt kinda bad.

But I dunno. I don't get to do anything on Saturdays that doesn't involve sitting at a desk and staring into a computer monitor, when I should be out having a ball, or not doing anything at all for that matter. I can't remember the last time I went for a party on a Saturday, and parties are almost always held on Saturdays. Not to say I'm a social butterfly or anything but seriously, man, a guy's gotta have some time off.

Oh well. Can't complain; at least I get paid.

Sorry about all the whining, man (if you're still reading this, that is). :p

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Calvin and Hobbes - seriously funny

Was flipping through the pages of a collection of Calvin and Hobbes comics (It's a Magical World by Bill Watterson) a little while ago and came across something very interesting. Thought I'd share. Here goes:

Calivn: Doesn't it seem like everybody just shouts at each other nowadays? I think it's because conflict is drama, drama is entertaining, and entertainment is marketable. Finding consensus and common ground is dull! Nobody wants to watch a civilized discussion that acknowledges ambiguity and complexity. We want to see fireworks!

We want the sense of solidarity and identity that comes from having our interests narrowed and exploited by like-minded zealots! Talk show hosts, political candidates, news programmes, special interest groups... They all become successful by reducing debates to the level of shouted rage. Nothing gets solved, but we're all entertained.

Man, that kid is deep.

For those of you who haven't yet had the fortune to read this simply awesome comic strip, I highly recommend getting your hands on a copy of at least one of the available titles.

It's about this kid and his softy-toy tiger who, in the kid's ultra vivid imagination, is a living, talking, but very mild, tiger, and their hilarious misadventures and thought provoking conversations about life that border on the deeply philosophical. The above excerpt ought to give you an idea. :)

Easily one of the best comic strips ever to have been published. Very good read. Go get your copy now!

Image courtesy Wikipedia, copyright Bill Watterson; Calvin and Hobbes collections published by Andrews McMeel Publishing and distributed by Universal Press Syndicate.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Let's put a smile on that face

I don't think anyone was surprised to hear that, last night, Heath Ledger clinched the coveted Screen Actors' Guild Award for Best Supporting Actor for his absofuckingloutely brilliant portrayal of The Joker in The Dark Knight, a role any actor would kill for, and quite possibly the darkest and most intriguing movie villain of our times.

The award, and more importantly, the Oscar nomination, couldn't have come at a more significant time for the family and friends of the late great actor: exactly one year after his tragic death. (Ledger died on January 22, last year; the Oscar nomination was announced on January 22, this year). Many of them have said it was a very bittersweet moment for them.

Any Batman geek will tell you that Ledger's take on The Joker was by far the best ever, even better than that of Jack Nicholson in Batman (1989). The Joker's fate was left (intentionally?) ambiguous at the end of TDK, but I doubt the producers would want such an iconic character killed off just two movies into the series; it doesn't make sense... at least in terms of "Hollywood Commerce". Now the question is, if The Joker is indeed alive, who's going to play him in a future Batman movie?

And you can bet that there will be at least one more movie in the franchise, and Christoper Nolan and Christian Bale will return (they'd BETTER - It's thanks to them that the Batman story is getting the respect it deserves. Anyone remember the disgustingly campy Batman movies of the mid '90s?). And the producers (maybe not Director Nolan, but definitely Warner Bros) can be tempted to recast the role.

But I really can't think of anyone that could fill the (very big) shoes left by Ledger. I say, if the producers can't find a good enough replacement, then drop the role altogether. That, I think, is the right thing to do, for Ledger and for the fans.

Bring on the Oscars, baby. Let's put a smile on that face!

Image courtesy Wikipedia.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

What's up with Blogger?

I'm new to this whole blogging business, so I'm not that well acquainted with some of the features of Blogger and Wordpress yet. But I think there's something wrong with my user account on Blogger.

Here's the prob:

So far I've written and published a total of eight posts. But, for some inexplicable reason, my dashboard says that I've published 11 posts. And the last time I signed in, it said I had 10 posts even though I still had only eight posts. It seems the post count has gone up even though I didn't actually post anything new. It's weird.

'Appreciate it if someone could shed some light on this. :)

Thursday, January 22, 2009

That questionnaire - I'm in the mood

OK, so everyone's been filling up that questionnaire thing lately, and so I thought I'd take a shot at it myself. Not that I'm really into that sorta thing, but since I'm new here and all... You get the drift...

Oh and I'm borrowing Makuluwo's questions without her permission.

OK, so here goes...

1. Who are you in one word? Me.

2. Do you believe in true love? I want to.

3. Are you easy to be friends with? Depends... are you easy to be friends with?

4. People person? Yes, but again, depends on the people in question.

5. Dreams? Does "to b happy" sound too corny?

6. Roots? Colombo.

7. Education? Yes. :p

8. Music? Rock, rap, hip hop, classical and a bit of techno... Guns n' Roses, Tupac, Enigma, Enya, Yanni, Eminem, Bob Sinclair (when I'm in the mood), the music of the '90s, Michael Jackson (anyone who tells you that they don't like his dancing is a liar. Don't trust them with anything. :p )

Basically, anything that sounds good.

9. Sound you're hearing right now? That of my CPU fan.

10. Last Movie and with who? If you mean at a theater, The Dark Knight with my ex. Planing to go see Madagascar 2 asap.

11. Favorite movie (pick one)? Way too many to list. I'm a sucker for LotR, Star Wars, etc.

Love comic book movies, all time favourite being The Dark Knight (they'd better give Ledger that Oscar he just got nominated for).

Jurassic Park, Schindler's List, Munich, The Prestige, Batman Begins, Spider-Man 2, Shrek II, Iron Man, Tropic Thunder, Catch Me If You Can, Forrest Gump, Saving Private Ryan, AI, The Village (not really, but I liked the way it ended), The Blair Witch Project (quite possibly the scariest movie ever made, you don't want to watch it all by yourself, in the dead of night with just the headphones on, trust me), Sin City, the American Pie trilogy (the first three only), Ben Stiller movies, and the list goes on and on...

Yes, I LOVE to make boring lists that no one will ever find interesting.

12. Currently reading? The Audacity of Hope by that guy who just moved to the White House.

13. Working at - An office complex somewhere in Colombo.

14. Like your job? Yes and no. The job is something I've always wanted to do... just wish I could say the same about the pay.

15. Are you egoistic? Not as much as you are.

16. What's the craziest thing you've done? Singing the National Anthem as loud as I possibly could inside a van on my way back to the Unawatuna Beach Resort from Weligama with some friends.

What? I like the melody.

17. What's your favourite song? Do you really want to be bored by another long-ass list?

Yeah, didn't think so.

18. Favourite hangout? I'm a people person, remember? :p So anywhere is cool with me as long as the crowd's good.

19. What do you love most? How do people come up with questions like this? Honestly.

20. Your weakness? I'm one of those "nice guys", but I'm working on being a nice asshole as per the general consensus reached on what men ought to be in the eyes of women following the comments on this post by me and this one by TheWhacksteR.

21. What pisses you off? People with superiority complexes. (I had to steal Makuluwo's answer to this one. Sorry, Spidey).

22. Your Hell? Hell.

23. Food? Anything edible.

24. The ideal lifestyle? Living it up on the monthly interest of your 10 million dollar bank account without having to work. Yes, I'm lazy. Sue me.

25. If you could have one wish? The power to keep on wishing. Duh?

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Hello, Mr. President

So our favourite African American (after Michael Jackson) is having lunch with 200 guests in Washington DC at this precise moment. Among those guests are his erstwhile enemies, harshest critics and those looking to use him to get what they want - and of course those who genuinely and enthusiastically supported his bid for the Presidency.

In his 18 minute speech that, in my humble opinion, slightly lacked (VERY slightly, microscopically so) the sheer awesomeness of his post-election acceptance speech on November 4 that moved Jessy Jackson and millions of others to tears, he had two important things to say to the enemies of his country - 1) Don't fuck with us, 2) If you really want to fuck with us, let's discuss the terms first.

Therein lies the difference between Obama and practically every single US President of late, most significant of them being George Walker Bush. Obama will have his gun loaded and ready, but he will not pull the trigger unless he really has to. He'd much rather try talking to them.

While the conservative media led by Faux News tried to paint him as a sympathiser and even worse, an appeaser, of global terror in the run up to the elections (he was actually called a "terrorist" by overenthusiastic McCain supporters at at least one Republican rally, largely ignored (if not egged on) by that nightmare of a VP candidate, Palin). Obama appears to have silenced those critics now and today, in true American fashion, he told their "enemies" in no uncertain terms that they need to be watching their asses. "We will defeat you," he said quite convincingly. If I were an Al-Qaida dude, I'd start looking for a place to hide right about.. NOW.

BUT, he also said that he's willing to work together with the Muslim world and work towards building trust and understanding based on mutual interests (read oil).

Well, something's better than nothing, right? There's enough shit going on in the world right now. Even at the risk of letting the ice caps melt, the West and the Middle East need to CHILL, and if that means more oil politics, then so be it. Just enough with the fuckin' violence already.

And then there's Gaza, as I said in one of my previous posts, this is one issue on which Obama's stance has been... ambiguous, at best. But according to CNN he has expressed a personal interest in getting involved. Dunno how factual this is, though. If it is then, great.

But then what can he do? He's just one powerful man against a much more powerful Jewish lobby. His Chief of Staff is Rahm Emmanuel - enough said.

Anyway, let's wish the man all the best. At least he'll do a better job than his predecessor.

Oh and by the way am I the only one who felt kinda bad for Bush Jr today? I mean I know he's responsible for half the shit that's been going down and all, but I dunno... I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy as he sat there, his expressionless face staring into nothingness as he listened to that left wing black guy make some veiled references to some of his supposed blunders. "How dare he?"

I dunno. I thought Obama should've cut him some slack there. It was Bush's last day in office after all.

Oh well. Just my two cents.

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Monday, January 19, 2009

It feels great to be stabbed in the back!

I'm pissed.

I was just stabbed in the back by a couple of friends who I thought I could trust. I’m pissed off to the hilt. But am I hurt and wallowing in self pity? No. Why, you ask?

Because, for some weird-ass reason, it feels GOOD to be stabbed in the back. The feeling is quite amazing really. It’s a mixture of pain, anger and, oddly enough, a really good feeling of being on moral high ground, way above the fucktards who actually did the backstabbing.

It’s weird, but, for some inexplicable reason, it makes you feel good about yourself. It’s like taking a sugar-coated pill, if you get my analogy.

You gotta feel it to know what it’s like. Hand out a few sharp knives to your friends some time. ;-)

Sorry. Didn't want to write this shit down. Not very proud of this post. Oh well. It's just one of those days.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Why do nice guys finish last?

I mean seriously, isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

What makes a nice guy less appealing than, say, a backstabbing jerk who'd dump you for your best friend without a moment's hesitation?

As kids all of us were taught by our parents and teachers that being NICE is the way to go. You be nice to the world, and the world will not bite your ass. You treat the ladies like a gentleman and they will at least CONSIDER going out with you.

But we ALL know that that's not the case. AT ALL! I mean look around you. The hottest chicks are dating the biggest jerks you know.

I'm not a nice guy (ladies, please take note of that :D). Well I am, but I'm not THAT nice. My ex-girlfriend didn't think I was very nice to her while we were breaking up and she was probably right. But then don't all couples tend to feel that way when they're going through a bad break up? (Yes, I'm trying not to sound guilty).

Anyway, I'm generally considered a relatively nice guy. A nice-o-meter would give me a 7.5. :p

OK fine, I'm a VERY nice guy. But in my defence, I can be pretty nasty when I'm angry. Not that I ever get violent or anything but I tend to use the F word a lot when I'm pissed. However I have gotten into a couple of fistfights here and there; but then that was only because I had to defend myself.

Generally, I'm cool and don't look for trouble even in the face of extreme provocation; not that I have ever really been provoked as such, but you get the drift. However there are times when I'm so driven up the wall that I just HAVE to deal with it in a physical way, and I do that by taking out my mountain bike and riding it for miles and miles, non-stop, till I my legs start to feel like lead. And I suppose even THAT doesn't make me a non-nice-guy. Argh! But I digress.

Getting back to the point I was trying to make, or rather, the question I was trying to raise, WHY do nice guys finish last? Or do they really? Is it just one of those popular misconceptions or is there really some truth to it?

I just don't get it, man.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Did you watch the match?

Was that a nail biting finish, or what?

It was Sanga and Murali who saved the day for us. Even after getting the Bangladeshis bowled out for a measly 152 we were struggling as if we were facing Australia and South Africa combined!

But we won, and I guess at the end of the day that's all that matters. I think Sanga summed it up best when he apparently said during a post-match interview that it was our experience in playing finals that took the game away from the Bangladeshis who, to their credit, played exceedingly well.

But that's no reason to brush aside and ignore our less than perfect performance with the bat today. At one point the scoreboard actually showed more wickets than runs (6 for 5). Yikes!

Oh well... we won, and even though we SUCKED today (for the most part), we wouldn't have made it to the finals if we weren't the BEST FRICKIN' TEAM in the whole of South Asia (if not the world)... which, by the way, we ARE! (Yes, that's a fact :p ).

Sri Lankan Cricket ROCKS, man!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The System 2.0 - Change We Can Believe In?

So Barack Obama is gonna take his oaths as Number 44 in less than a week from now. So what?

The whole world watched with baited breath on November 4 waiting for Wolf Blitzer on CNN to break the news that everyone was dying to hear - that Barack Hussein Obama achieved what many thought was an impossible dream.

People of all ages, races and places were moved beyond words and got pretty emotional at the news, witnessing history in the making. If anyone tells you otherwise, they're lying. It was a historic moment of epic proportions and there's no denying its significance. Yours-truly had to exercise great self restraint to stop himself from jumping for joy (literally). :p

And now, as any two-year-old would tell you, Obama is going to hold the nuclear codes and, in essence, going be the most powerful man on Earth. But is he really?

Will they let him? (I know what you're thinking right now, "another conspiracy theorist". No, I'm not that, I assure you). :D

For a country that is said to be (and clearly is, at least on the surface) free, fair and fully democratic, the much hackneyed "system" that operates in the US of A is pretty fucked up.

Why? Simple; it's the far right (and the disgustingly rich) that controls it. Obama maybe the most liberal Democrat to have ever run for office but we can rest assured that it's not going to be him calling all the shots; well, not the ones that matter anyway.

The ever present lobbyists are.

No amount of "change" can ever stand up to the influence of these lobbies, let alone completely erase it from the picture. I'm not doubting Obama's integrity and I'm sure he'll try his best to live up to his campaign promises, but let's face it, it's gonna be one majorly uphill climb for the guy (not counting the economy crisis).

Take for instance his as yet ambiguous stance on the situation in Gaza.

Innocent people are dying over there as you read this (please tell me SOMEONE is reading this), and Obama hasn't said a word in protest. To use a cliche, his silence has been deafening. Even though he is not a Muslim himself, it's reasonable to assume that his Muslim connections (albeit very distant) lead at least a part of him to believe that there's something wrong with the US policy on the Middle East. Do you even have to be Muslim to be concerned about those poor civilians anyway? I'm not Muslim and yet here I am writing this post.

Well, I guess it all comes down to "national interest". At the end of the day, it will not be the lives of a few hundred "outsiders" that will be important, but the rich oil reserves in the Middle East and elsewhere. And it's not just the US, really. Every major power is guilty of this. What matters will not be "equality for all" as preached by practically every single world leader.

The "system" will continue to ensure that the fittest will survive, whatever the cost, and the weak is either eliminated or suppressed; OK maybe not eliminated but definitely suppressed and kept in their place. I suppose, in that sense, the system hasn't let them down.

And it won't for a long time to come.

Here's hopng that Obama will at least use his marketing skills on the powerful lobbyists (wishful thinking, I know). Oh well.