tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21503700083116457252024-02-08T11:14:02.742+05:30The Paparé ChroniclesPaparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-70222738620873840732010-04-26T01:22:00.001+05:302010-04-26T01:22:31.574+05:30This is not a poemYou think your opinion counts<br />Think you make the world go round<br />It's all abut sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll<br />What on Earth can you do? Fuck-all<br /><br />You dream of a better tomorrow<br />Where there is no hunger or sorrow<br />You kid yourself, thinking yours is the only way<br />And feed your crap to the kids everyday<br /><br />You speak of a world where everyone is the same<br />Little do they realise you're just playing a sick game<br />Nothing's gonna change; the end is nigh<br />So fuck this shit and let's get high?<br /><br />No, it's not that simple, as you very well know<br />Sooner or later, she is going to blow<br />What then, are they to do?<br />Get up and shout "fuck you too"?Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-72236958263838140112010-03-26T11:31:00.001+05:302010-03-26T11:31:49.087+05:30To all you disappointed Akon fans (and haters)The director and, quite possibly, the art director for the music video of Sexy Bitch by David Guetta feat. Akon made a mistake by using a Buddha statue as a prop. It couldn't possibly have been unintentional on their part. Even if the statue was already there near that swimming pool, there is no way they could've missed it. However, having said that, I find the suggestion that it was done intentionally as a mark of disrespect for Buddhism a little hard to swallow. Maybe it was; I do not know. What I do know is that the Western psyche is such that, in the eyes of the average white boy/girl, anything Asian/Indian/Chinese/Japanese is of an 'exotic' nature and they have somehow got to have a replica of that in their living room (or near their swimming pool, in this case).<br /><br />However, even if it was not intentional, they should've known better, considering the American pop music industry is no longer exclusive to American audiences. These music videos receive worldwide airplay every single day on MTV, VH1, etc., etc. It would've/should've occured to SOMEONE on the production team, from the record label, or at least one of the distributors that it was wrong, unethical and bound to cause a stir in some distant corner of the world. But as we all know, most Americans are only vaguely aware of a world outside their borders.<br /><br />Anyway, the video was made, the song became an international hit almost overnight and the rest, as they say, is history. There's no point regurgitating the things that happened and the things that were said following the announcement of Akon's proposed performance in Sri Lanka. I don't know if Akon himself had anything to do with the production of the video. He probably didn't. Especially since he was a featured artist, I'm guessing he didn't have a lot of creative control, if at all. So, I don't know how fair it was to pin the blame on him and him alone.<br /><br />But then, shit happens, right?<br /><br />While it is my personal belief that the government made the right choice in the end, it goes without saying that on an international level the government's decision to refuse to allow the Senegalese-American singer a Visa to enter Sri Lanka has done nothing to improve the country's image. Also, we missed a golden opportunity to promote tourism and make some decent foreign revenue by "importing" fans from neighbouring countries for the concert. However, it is safe to say that the government, taking all things into consideration, managed to prevent a sequel to the 2004 Sharukh Khan drama from being played out, which can only be a good thing if you really think about it. Human lives are far more important than money. God knows, enough blood has been shed on this land already.<br /><br />So, chill out and go see Gay Sean... and do some butt-wiggling... if you're into that sorta thing.Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-18064276691923759382010-03-22T11:49:00.003+05:302010-03-22T11:55:01.282+05:30Truly, madly, deeply in love... with a songCan someone please (pretty please) tell me where I can find the full version of this particular remix?<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qN9Ab7j1cQA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qN9Ab7j1cQA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="305"></embed></object>Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-9983174994881395402010-03-08T23:56:00.002+05:302010-03-08T23:56:56.034+05:30Meh?I want to write a poem about you<br />Something silly, immature and maybe a little weird<br />But I can’t seem to find the right words<br />Or maybe I’m just too lazy and tired<br />I dunno…<br />See, I can’t even get this to rhyme<br />Maybe that means something<br />Maybe it doesn’t<br />Who knows? Who cares?<br />I don’t know what to think<br />One minute I want you forever<br />Next minute I’m not so sure<br />Ah, I think I managed a little rhyme there<br />No, not really… yeah<br />Anyway…<br />I think I like you<br />Kind of<br />Sort of<br />A little bit<br />Or more<br />I don’t know<br />I do know one thing, though<br />Yesterday…<br />I missed youPaparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-69716149851127192002010-02-04T00:16:00.016+05:302010-02-04T00:32:03.430+05:30Independence?<span style="font-style: italic;">They came, they saw, they conquered<br /><br />They stole, they doled, they wandered<br /><br />We talked, we fought, we thundered<br /><br />We won, we stalled, we blundered</span><br /><br />I’m clearly no poet but if I could sum up our post-independence history, that’s how I would do it. It has been 62 long years since our first prime minister, the honourable D. S. Senanayake, proudly hoisted the national flag that black and white February 4th morning (I say black and white because the only footage available of that historic moment is, sadly, in black and white) and, looking back, we have to ask ourselves how far we’ve come.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5AVSCu8KfcZkDJMa9BMSjxM8552hHl5_DehBYgAMEXMpjZpGn7feKVXV5ACKz4rUh2N0efRV1eUYQIOfYdV-JZDifiCUA7n9QxL7n02dB9gGO9zEqfPnMGtO6mMlNugzQOLvjlHre8A/s1600-h/800px-Flag_of_Sri_Lanka.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 119px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5AVSCu8KfcZkDJMa9BMSjxM8552hHl5_DehBYgAMEXMpjZpGn7feKVXV5ACKz4rUh2N0efRV1eUYQIOfYdV-JZDifiCUA7n9QxL7n02dB9gGO9zEqfPnMGtO6mMlNugzQOLvjlHre8A/s400/800px-Flag_of_Sri_Lanka.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434092873976016722" border="0" /></a>A lot of blood and sweat was shed to achieve independence from our colonial masters, and although some might argue that we didn’t “win” our independence but it was merely given to us purely for the sake of circumstantial expediency, the fact remains that our national heroes of all ethnicities, religions and castes fought tirelessly with much vigour and patriotism to win our freedom and that freedom struggle paved the way to achieving Dominion status in 1948, effectively ending a 133 year British occupation (yes, it was an occupation – in many ways).<br /><br />However, decades later, it is safe to say that those national heroes must be spinning in their graves.<br /><br />Our freedom struggle, although not a perfect one, was unique in that it was a true manifestation of the hackneyed phrase ‘unity in diversity’. The Sinhalese, Tamils, Muslims and Burghers were all united, at least on the surface, in the face of a powerful foreign adversary and they were able to work towards the one common goal of gaining independence for Ceylon – and they pulled it off.<br /><br />What ever happened to that unity? Why were we not able to hold on to that? Where did we go wrong?<br /><br />We are now divided along lines of ethnicity, religion, financial status, political predisposition, etc., etc. Not that such division wasn’t always there, but back then it wasn’t so apparent and we had the capacity to not let that get in the way of moving ahead as a nation. What changed all that?<br /><br />Take a look at the results of last week’s Presidential Elections for instance. There is a clear division of the vote along ethnic and financial lines. While an overwhelming majority of the rural Sinhalese voted for President Mahinda Rajapaksa, the Tamils in the North as well as voters in the heart of Colombo and other urban areas voted en masse for General (Rtd) Sarath Fonseka, which begs the question, WHY?<br /><br />Why do the Tamils feel that they must not vote for the preferred candidate of the Sinhalese, and vice versa? Why does the so called Colombo Elite not want to elect a candidate not backed by the UNP for once? Aren’t we all part of the same citizenry? This is not to say that everyone should’ve voted for one candidate and not the other, but shouldn’t we as a country give priority to the bigger issues, such as, I dunno, the freedom and the resultant, (albeit short-lived) togetherness and harmony our forefathers fought so hard for? Shouldn’t we all at least <span style="font-style:italic;">vote</span> as one nation?<br /><br />The country is at an important crossroads now. A three-decade-old bloody, meaningless war has come to an end. We’re in the threshold of achieving economic stability, if not fast paced development. Isn’t it high time we put these petty differences behind us and moved on, at least as a mark of respect for the likes of Mr. Senanayake to whom we owe so much? It's better than celebrating them once a year, isn't it?<br /><br />Think about it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Image courtesy <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Flag_of_Sri_Lanka.svg" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>.</span>Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-70271806336313357912010-02-01T18:35:00.010+05:302010-02-01T18:52:14.376+05:30On the road to Jaffna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHB5OxG6usZMvB8M8tCH493RF37TYhP6wGOh84_zz7hIV8hmhVDZTVTRHRnjP00YlATnFmFoIV82MERqM2gHgJVF1BMtLx0g856RUygVeY-FqarKqd68bDsUHkdtQHr7W4qtdHeH99FA/s1600-h/Welcome-Nortice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 60px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHB5OxG6usZMvB8M8tCH493RF37TYhP6wGOh84_zz7hIV8hmhVDZTVTRHRnjP00YlATnFmFoIV82MERqM2gHgJVF1BMtLx0g856RUygVeY-FqarKqd68bDsUHkdtQHr7W4qtdHeH99FA/s400/Welcome-Nortice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433262238830517954" border="0" /></a><br />I was in Jaffna two weeks ago, backpacking and camping. And it was awesome. There is no other word to describe the experience. It was my first time in the fabled peninsula famous for its Palmyra trees, grapes, terrorists and friendly people. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to travel to the country’s formerly war torn North, and when I finally got around to doing that last week, it was truly a rewarding experience. I couldn’t help but feel it was worth the years and years of waiting. It was that good. Even after decades of conflict, Jaffna didn’t disappoint.<br /><br />The train ride from Colombo to Vavuniya was fast and uneventful, but it was a pleasant one nonetheless. As the train was whizzing through the outskirts of the North Central Province, I took a quick peek outside the window, just to have a look at the night sky outside. What I saw blew my mind. The sky was crystal clear and was littered with hundreds and hundreds of the brightest stars you could ever hope to see with the naked eye on an earthbound location. If you’re into astronomy like me, it’s worth taking the Vavuniya train just for this. The cold wind hitting your face while you’re traveling at 60 miles per hour with your head sticking out the train window only adds to the overall effect. It’s out of this world.<br /><br />Getting back to the story, Vavuniya is where the journey to Jaffna really begins. The town doesn’t look very different from towns closer to home, like Kurunegala or Ragama. Take out the Sinhala signboards and replace them with Tamil ones, add a little more heat, and also a few extra pinches of salt to the food, and you have Vavuniya.<br /><br />It doesn’t look like the three decade war has had much effect on the place. If there is a strong military presence in the town area, it is hardly visible. The people seem to get about their business unhindered and happy. We didn’t get to spend much time exploring the neighbourhood, though. We had a bus to catch - the Vavuniya-Jaffna bus plying on the world famous A9 highway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHo4B-ZjBMiNaAm_NwUmkLVxN1xrqRKNwLahafmNdcBeTY9vZkrGae4Ut7MMWFlILtcN7oaf4swO6rZ53KIXB8HRBq4kZTFXYfZ-RAA6ujcJwbN6UIAAW4BUQMJmBxVq0BO3hjkepfelw/s1600-h/Jaffna-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHo4B-ZjBMiNaAm_NwUmkLVxN1xrqRKNwLahafmNdcBeTY9vZkrGae4Ut7MMWFlILtcN7oaf4swO6rZ53KIXB8HRBq4kZTFXYfZ-RAA6ujcJwbN6UIAAW4BUQMJmBxVq0BO3hjkepfelw/s400/Jaffna-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433263521624666146" border="0" /></a>Bussing it is the way to go when you’re up in the North. I spent almost the entirety of that three and a half hour bus ride from Vavuniya to Jaffna on the footboard of the crowded CTB bus and I’m glad I did. The footboard offers the best possible view of the beautiful landscape on either side of the nearly uniformly straight A9. Barring a stretch of about 15 kilometres where it gets a bit jolty due to a few scattered pot holes, the road is mostly well carpeted and is super flat. You can easily hit a 120 here. It’s every driver’s dream.<br /><br />The bus was stopped at the Omanthai entry-exit point for checking. It was surprisingly quick, but very thorough. The soldiers who checked my backpack were pleasantly surprised to hear that me and my ragtag band of friends were from Colombo and wanted to know about the eclipse we were going to see. They were a friendly bunch, I thought.<br /><br />Speeding through Kilinochchi, I found my eyes wandering the waysides desperately looking for any sign of its bloody history, and I found nothing. The only thing to indicate that it was the epicenter of a massive battle just over a year ago was a gigantic water tank that had been ‘chopped down’ using explosives, like a tree. There was nothing at all to indicate that it was once the “capital” of land controlled by the LTTE. Everything appeared to have been erased.<br /><br />Passing through Elephant Pass and getting into the Jaffna lagoon was one of the highlights of the trip. There were no elephants, but the sheer vastness of the open terrain with water on either side of the road was mesmerising. It’s enough to take your breath away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhia8EFTdv8K-qSPpfkj-fJQgo_vkV43Q3px8VtRbKffCxrUBDiEKXlqqyk_zVZEJ70Lly7LY3ZjnMQTp7HG6wKLno-oKr9zSGtK9iAy0s3TyH0bBdJK_MbSxBQ9u7cNm2RWgbHnZ6b_-I/s1600-h/Jaffana-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhia8EFTdv8K-qSPpfkj-fJQgo_vkV43Q3px8VtRbKffCxrUBDiEKXlqqyk_zVZEJ70Lly7LY3ZjnMQTp7HG6wKLno-oKr9zSGtK9iAy0s3TyH0bBdJK_MbSxBQ9u7cNm2RWgbHnZ6b_-I/s400/Jaffana-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433263739857407666" border="0" /></a><br />By the time we finally got to Jaffna Town we were all hungry and exhausted but immensely satisfied. The peninsula itself will take a few pages to describe, what with the friendly people, the colourful shops and Kovils, Point Pedro, the beautiful beaches on the west coast of the peninsula and a host of other sights that could probably fill a book. I shall not attempt to do that here.<br /><br />But let me try and describe what the town is like. The average Jaffna citizen’s preferred mode of transport seems to be the bicycle. I think there are more bicycles here than there is any other type of vehicle. I could be wrong, but there was a bicycle everywhere I looked. The town is reminiscent of towns like Wellawatte where there is a large Tamil population, but there is something uniquely different yet very familiar about the place. It is abuzz with activity, much like Wellawatte, but not so much that it suffocates you.<br /><br />Shops and street vendors that sell all sorts of food items, toys, coloured Papadam, etc., etc. line up Jaffna’s busy streets, occasionally interrupted by a ‘saivar’ joint. And these saivar joints are where it’s at, so to speak. You have just got to try out them out. The food is nothing mouthwateringly exotic, but eating dosai or string hoppers off a banana leaf in a crowded Jaffna r<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6i86FbCcI9cdLWXrNt0cqSGxRJDNn9G4jWq39d3zGK82Eo7xoUS76MeN9aQxX-XiUOnM7e8RzX_o05k8MhVhsveD9PV5nZ6Q4U4yfg6soZW3gJObQPE5ZPUM3N0zu6tAQnJjv8syVFM/s1600-h/Jaffna-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6i86FbCcI9cdLWXrNt0cqSGxRJDNn9G4jWq39d3zGK82Eo7xoUS76MeN9aQxX-XiUOnM7e8RzX_o05k8MhVhsveD9PV5nZ6Q4U4yfg6soZW3gJObQPE5ZPUM3N0zu6tAQnJjv8syVFM/s400/Jaffna-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433264121014790210" border="0" /></a>estaurant is an experience worth having. Just make sure you throw the leaf into the dustbin before you go. If you don’t, the waiter will ask you why.<br /><br />There is much, much more to be said about this amazing place of course. This post will not do it justice. <a href="http://sinhalayatravels.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">SinhalayaTravels</a> will probably have something up soon. But I have to say, the trip taught me a lot of things. The most important lesson I learnt was that there is still hope for this country. Peace IS possible. The war is no longer there and the people in the North genuinely want to live peacefully with the rest of us. It shows when they help you pick the right mangoes, when they stop to give you directions to the bus stop. They’re as sick of this meaningless “conflict” as the rest of us. Now is the best time to visit Jaffna and other places in the North and East. If you have the time and the ability to make your way there, please do so. It will go a long way in building peace and harmony. You owe it to this country. Think about it.Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-23621777297626908842010-01-30T13:47:00.002+05:302010-01-30T13:49:10.628+05:30The world is just awesomeThese ads aren’t exactly brand spanking new; most of you with access to cable TV might have already seen them. I, however, discovered them only recently and was simply blown away by their sheer brilliance. Thought I’d share. :)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0jZzBEKIMc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0jZzBEKIMc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Here are some of the more recognisable faces in the two commercials…<br /><br />Les Stroud from Survivorman, James Cameron, Bear Grylls from Man vs. Wild, the MythBusters guys, the great Stephen Hawking and everyone’s favourite Autobot Optimus Prime.<br /><br />How many can you spot?Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-91240490689014671742010-01-11T11:12:00.003+05:302010-01-11T11:18:38.316+05:30Why we voteSo the colleagues have started debating the outcome of the upcoming elections – to death. There is more or less equal support for the two main candidates right now, although things could change over the coming weeks. Everyone is passionately trying to convince those from the other camp that <i>their</i> candidate is the one that should and <i>will</i> win. They’re so into it, you’d think their lives depended on it. They argue every morning. They talk about it during lunch. They talk about it at office meetings. It’s insane.<br /><br />Sometimes a few people from one camp will get together and start talking among themselves about how their man is the best candidate ever, while not forgetting to eagerly and liberally badmouth the other guy like he’s the antichrist or something, as if he’d personally done something evil to them. It must be the whole ‘feel-good’ factor of it all. Apparently it makes you feel good to team up with a bunch of likeminded individuals (even if you hate their guts) and bash a common “enemy”, especially when he can’t hear a word you’re saying.<br /><br />The above, I’m sure, is a phenomenon that is taking place not just in my office, but pretty much everywhere else in the country right now. There is nothing wrong with a healthy debate of course. This is a democracy after all, at least on the surface. But I can’t help but wonder why we do what we do. What is it about these candidates that make people abandon all reason and rationality and follow them blindly like a herd of sheep, defending their every sin? What makes us so passionate about our political stance?<br /><br />Man, they say, is a political animal. Like it or not, politics plays an integral part in our lives. Sri Lankans, especially, live, eat, drink and breathe politics. We all know that an overwhelming majority of our politicians, whatever party or political ideology they claim to represent, are nothing but a bunch of daylight robbers who lie through their teeth on a daily basis. They cheat us, steal from us at every opportunity they get and generally mess things up for everyone, but have the audacity to come knocking on our doors whenever an election is announced, begging for our vote. And we vote them regardless. We blame them for everything that has gone wrong in this country since “independence” and yet, come election time, we’re more than happy to cast our vote for them. That’s how much we love our politicians. And they love us too. It’s a complex love-hate relationship that is almost beautiful and poetic by nature.<br /><br />They need us to stay in power. We need them to provide us with <s>entertainment</s> solutions to our problems. We vote one party (or several, as the case may be) into power, and when we get sick of it we replace it with another. More often than not the replacement is just as inefficient and corrupt as the replaced, if not more so. So, despite our knowing better, we queue up at the polling booths every six or so years eagerly awaiting our turn to mark the ballot paper thinking we have the power to change things. We delude ourselves into thinking that we, the people, are powerful and call all the shots when, in reality, that is never the case. The reality is that a powerful few keep exchanging control of the powerless masses, ably aided and abetted by the latter. It’s a cycle. Is that necessarily a bad thing, though, considering we seem to be doing relatively well compared to some of our neighbours? We may never know. But one thing is certain: it is here to stay. Unless we wake up from this slumber, this trend will not change; and as things stand now, chances are that might never happen. The question is: do we really <i>want</i> it to?Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-17004459458896757502009-12-21T00:05:00.001+05:302009-12-21T00:05:25.634+05:30You are...An enigma to many<br />A bit naive to some<br />A nuisance to a few<br />You are..<br />An oasis to "them"<br /><br />I make you...<br />A loser<br />An idiot<br />A loner<br />I make you...<br />One of "them"<br /><br />You make me...<br />A freak<br />An addict<br />A thief<br />You make me...<br />A criminal to "them"<br /><br />We are...<br />A dream<br />A nightmare<br />A story<br />We are...<br />... nothing to "them"Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-78702404061297051502009-12-14T10:45:00.003+05:302009-12-15T10:31:26.885+05:30Jingle bells, Christmas sellsJingle bells<br />Christmas sells<br />No one gives a damn<br />Oh, what fun,<br />It is to ride an open market scam<br /><br />Hey<br /><br />Jingle Bells<br />Christmas sells<br />No one gives a damn<br />Oh, what fun,<br />It is to ride an open market scam<br /><br />Dashing through the gore<br />In a one-track bullshit sleigh<br />O’er the mires we go<br />Laughing all the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay<br /><br />@#*$&^!*^$(@!#$^(*@#$^(*<br /><br />FUCK commercialism!<br /><br />____<br /><br />Inspired by the Joker’s version of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Veju4PxhuGc" target="_blank">Jingle Bells</a>Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-74066803459252633702009-12-11T16:25:00.001+05:302009-12-11T21:36:49.284+05:30Movie 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.<br />Thank you.Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-10057116934963806332009-12-11T14:40:00.003+05:302009-12-15T10:29:24.337+05:30Freedom?“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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Mere rhetoric? Hardly.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />Is that a bad thing, though?<br /><br />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?<br />Now go slave away please, and don’t forget the ketchup.<br />______________<br />The above is something I wrote a few weeks ago as part of work.Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-65319625446926183172009-12-10T16:16:00.003+05:302009-12-10T16:48:01.998+05:30Mysterious lights over Norway: Aliens or failed Russian missile or complete hoax?You be the judge.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYvM68AtlbA&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYvM68AtlbA&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hrWjkn_DHs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hrWjkn_DHs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-80968886883969324312009-12-07T17:33:00.001+05:302009-12-11T21:37:18.136+05:30Dear MR and SFHi, 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />And with that, I shall take my leave with a bow.<br /><br />Good luck to you both.<br /><br />May the best man win.<br /><br />Yours respectfully,<br />Papare Boy.<br /><br />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.Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-65087027098070459182009-11-30T14:32:00.001+05:302009-11-30T14:32:33.925+05:30OhWho goes there?<br /><br />It is I.<br /><br />What bringeth you here?<br /><br />‘Tis of no concern to you, my love<br /><br />Forgive me, I am but following orders<br /><br />Follow your heart instead, beloved<br /><br />I would if I could<br /><br />I know<br /><br />You must go back<br /><br />Ah, but not without what I came for<br /><br />What do you seek?<br /><br />What you hide<br /><br />It is not mine to be given at will<br /><br />It is now<br /><br />I cannot let you in<br /><br />You will<br /><br />Not now<br /><br />Now<br /><br />No<br /><br />Yes<br /><br />You shall not pass<br /><br />I’m already in<br /><br />OhPaparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-16269522182140719942009-11-27T17:00:00.007+05:302009-11-27T21:12:45.934+05:30Letter to my 16-year-old selfDear 16-year-old me,<br /><br />How goes it?<br /><br />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..<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Okay….. Adios then!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Who am I kidding? We both know you’re not going to listen to me. Fuck it.<br /><br />Bye!<br /><br />Yours truly,<br />25-year-old me.<br /><br />______________________________________<br /><br />Excuse the disjointed, somewhat long-ass post. Kinda got carried away and I AM supposed to be at work after all. -_-<br /><br />Anyway, thanks to Ladida a.k.a. <a href="http://thegutterflower.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Gutterflower</a> for the tag. :)<br /><br />I hereby tag <a href="http://tikakpissu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Makuluwo</a>, <a href="http://chavie101.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Chavie</a>, <a href="http://chathuraw.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Chathura</a> and <a href="http://www.wwwthedarkasylum.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Nefarious</a>. Take it away, guys. :)Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-27747480660017707102009-11-05T16:31:00.003+05:302009-11-27T21:22:02.419+05:30Work in progressPeter "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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“You’re late,” spat Lucy.<br /><br />“I got held up,” said Peter nervously.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“Where is it?” she demanded.<br /><br />“Somewhere safe.”<br /><br />“Somewhere safe? <i>Somewhere safe?</i> I thought I told you to bring it to me!”<br /><br />“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.”<br /><br />“Then you should’ve fought for it, fool,” snapped Lucy.<br /><br />“I didn’t want to.”<br /><br />There was a pause. Peter could hear the distant rumbling of thunder.<br /><br />“Why ever not?” she asked curtly<br /><br />“I… I’m no match for him.”<br /><br />“You’re pathetic,” she spat again.<br /><br />“I’m sorry,” said Peter, and he meant it.<br /><br />“You’re sorry? No, Gabriel, you’re not sorry. Not yet, anyway.”<br /><br />Peter looked at her.<br /><br />“Kneel!” she commanded.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Peter watched as it rolled away into a nearby dent.<br /><br />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 <i>thwack</i>. His entire body was shaking.<br /><br />“Get up,” she barked.Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-30044235425784403382009-09-08T17:42:00.004+05:302009-09-08T17:48:15.726+05:30What 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... -_-<br /><br />"'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.<br />Real love is selfless, unconditional and transcends lust and attraction. That kinda love only exists between parents and children.<br />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".<br />Just my $0.02."<br /><br />Left the above as a comment on a friend's FB note on the same topic.Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-39013177731075068962009-09-06T23:37:00.004+05:302009-09-07T00:26:55.593+05:30Sinhala Unicode FTW!අඩෝ, මේක පට්ට ආකල්! Type කරන්න නං ටිකක් අමාරුයි තමයි, හැබැයි පුරුදු වුනහම සිරා. :D<br /><br /><a href="http://colomborantings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">ඩී සී</a> ගෙ සිංහල <a href="http://colomborantings.blogspot.com/2009/08/bob-marley.html" target="_blank">post</a> එකෙන් තමයි idea එක ආවෙ, ඒ වුනාට ලියන්න දෙයක් නැහැනෙ. :S<br /><br />Meh.<br /><br />නිදිමතයි. මං ගියා.Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-75895051627250667742009-09-04T14:17:00.002+05:302009-09-04T14:19:24.171+05:30Good stuffTwo of the greatest animated movies ever made. Watch them if you haven't already. They will blow your mind away.<br /><br /><br />Spirited Away<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6az9wGfeSgM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6az9wGfeSgM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />______________<br />Uploaded by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cosmo111687" target="_blank">cosmo111687</a><br /><br />Princess Mononoke<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkWWWKKA8jY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkWWWKKA8jY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />_____________<br />Uploaded by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kindredweasel" target="_blank">kindredweasel</a>Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-11422812238683789492009-08-31T11:09:00.002+05:302009-08-31T11:30:30.264+05:30Star Trek: The Sexed GenerationTwo words: fucking hilarious.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ReOw_2f4lpY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ReOw_2f4lpY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />_________________<br />Clip created by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/acornfilms" target="_blank">acornfilms</a>.Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-21743293908325723972009-08-18T00:11:00.001+05:302009-08-18T00:11:44.751+05:30Snakes and laddersYou slither, you hiss<br />You embrace, you kiss<br />I wither, I miss<br />My disgrace, my bliss<br /><br />He hallows, she mellows<br />He bellows, she follows<br />He wallows, she swallows<br />How hollow, how shallow<br /><br />I watch, you mock<br />The cradle won't rock<br />They botch, they dock<br />The ladle won't wok<br /><br />You slither, and smother<br />Hither and thither,<br />I gather their blather<br />And lather your tetherPaparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-36018424299621846072009-08-07T00:07:00.007+05:302009-08-07T19:40:53.386+05:30My version of the uh... "trip"In pictures. Can't be arsed to post all the photos here on the blog.<br /><br /><a href="http://thewhacksterslair.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday.html" target="_blank">Whacko</a>, <a href="http://saintfallen.wordpress.com/2009/08/06/the-papare-falls/" target="_blank">Fallen</a> and <a href="http://thejester100.wordpress.com/2009/08/06/the-epic-win-that-was-yesterday/" target="_blank">Jarry</a> have already written their detailed (and extremely biased) accounts of yesterday's events.<br /><br />So I'm just gonna lay it bare graphically. Pictures don't lie, do they? :p<br /><br />Click here if you're interested. :DPaparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-2511124812310378022009-08-04T01:11:00.012+05:302009-08-04T12:11:22.111+05:30Katukurunda RacesShot with a Canon 350d with a 18-55 lens with the WRONG setting! :|<br /><br />Camera courtesy friend and photographer <a href="http://dilesh.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Dilesh Weerasuriya</a>. 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5RGJmEiwLeNoSLSDhSqYN3KLAczcAINDfWEqnzSYvHvgNiXGrHu_q9JhCCvK1ZGSCM9x5V0_X5VrqNnedg_uUYHaVVgifF25wjABSAaqluAz2cRD85qg_v-vgl7OIKTThr9bkG0cBWo/s400/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365826730625348882" /></a>Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150370008311645725.post-44195834899238776132009-07-25T01:56:00.006+05:302009-08-04T13:47:34.917+05:30Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?<span style="font-style:italic;">With apologies to Mr. William Shakespeare</span><br /><br />Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?<br /><br />Thou art more cold and maketh me desperate<br /><br />Hailstorms deter not the lone wolf on its way<br /><br />And winter's lease leaveth no room for hate<br /><br />Sometimes too deep run the crevices of lust<br /><br />And oft is its crimson complexion dimm'd<br /><br />And no fair from fair will ever rust<br /><br />By chance nor nature's changing course untrimm'd:<br /><br />But thy eternal winter shall not fade<br /><br />Nor lose possession of that poison that thou owest<br /><br />Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade<br /><br />For Death himself is but thyself slowest<br /><br /><br />So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,<br /><br />So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">In other words, I'm crazy about you when I know I shouldn't be.</span>Paparé Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00976231243904010566noreply@blogger.com30