Gihilla Gihilla.. Sinhala Avurudhda Gihilla… April 17, 2006
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It came and went soooo fast! Didnt it?
Aiyo… I was hoping the holiday would last longer. Ahhhhh… what luxury to wake up late, sit at your porch and read the newspaper, put an afternoon nap, go outstation… Its just the beginning of the Year and this four day break was such a stress reliever! We Sri Lankans proudly have the most amount of holidays and still complain about how stressful work is…
Its not the work, but getting to work and getting back home from work thats really stressful! Did you guys notice the difference in traffic during the holidays? It was so peacefully quiet and empty… ahhh what a relaxed way to drive.
Well its back to work… traffic… crazy drivers…and dirty cops… Somethings never change…
Google Logo’s April 12, 2006
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Im sure many of you have seen the colorful logo’s Googles Artist Dennis Hwang has created… Well with the coming of the Sinhala Tamil New Year, I thought that it would be nice if our Holiday could also be recognized and a google logo also be created to celebrate our New Year! I created the image and posted it to the Google team… Hopefully they’ll like it and put it up on their site! If not.. it was sure worth the try! Cheers!
Check the image on my flickr site : http://static.flickr.com/56/127395146_484f298841_o.gif
My way on the Highway… April 12, 2006
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Aiyo Aiyo…
What a stressful day of driving! I constantly hear people complaining about the increasing number of vehicles… narrow and damaged roads…
One cannot travel from point A to point B without having having to express certain emotions, display certain body parts (fingers to be exact… don’t think of anything else 
) or being abused. Cars, Motorbike, Busses, Lorries, Pushbikes, Three-wheelers and push carts… In Colombo its one big muddle.
A few weeks ago I stopped at the Nugegoda junction, waiting for the traffic lights to turn green, and swoooooosh this One-Three-Eight bus drives by so close to me and blocks my path….
Ahhh! I was about to put down my shutter and share with him some Suddha Sinhala words (I don’t think he would have understood the finger gestures…) another One-three-Eight bus does the same from the other side.
Deja Vu…
Now I’m uncomfortably closed in by two huge buses, and to my dismay the two bus drivers are discussing the fate of a fellow bus driver who had met with an accident!
I couldn’t believe it!
Oi! Oya dakku dekha ayin karaganna ko!
They carry on the conversation, unaware of my presence… totally ignorant towards all the vehicles that are lined up behind them and the traffic block their causing…
And for the next 5-10 minutes they chat, laugh and share experiences and then decide to push off, while about 25 frustrated drivers are lined up behind them in the hot scorching sun waiting for them to move!
What’s the use of lanes when Sri Lankan drivers don’t even know why and how to navigate through them? What’s the use of signal lights when they never use them?
Whoa… lets switch to this lane… ya… now lets switch to other one… yippee this is fun… now lets… BANG!
No one seems to know what the slow lane is and what the fast lane is… We Sri Lankans seem to follow the Americans in trying to be different (Driving on the Right, Steering on the left, spellings, pronunciation etc…) Because the slow cars travel on the fast lane, leaving the fast cars to travel on the slow lane!
It’s not a problem of too many vehicles and bad roads… it’s a matter of horrible drivers on the road who stress out fellow drivers and put everyone’s life on the line with their stupid antics.
I remember a guy actually trying to copy off me at the written driver’s exam. That was the easiest MCQ paper ever! How could you copy off that? Dumbass…
I know it’s not just me that suffers on the Sri Lankan roads… all of us do…
Just comment on how you feel, vent out your stress and state your ideas… I hear ya!
Godey bloody accent… April 10, 2006
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What is it about our fellow Sri Lankans, that makes them believe that a fake accent actually sounds good???
Its unbelievably stupid that most Sri Lankans have to try mimic the americans, british or australians… The only thing they succeed in doing is swallowing their own words, showering the listener with loads of saliva.. and making absolutely no sense!
Below are a few incidents I have faced during the last few weeks…
Incident 1
I asked this girl I know whether I can drop her off some where.. And this is the response I get for my question…
Oh Surrree! You can drop me off at Borrrella…
WTF? Did you just say drop you off at Ambarella? Aney tho! Slave Island wath gihilla naha… Borella kiyanna baridha?
Incident 2
Met a old school friend walking down galle road…
Hi Hi kohomadha machan?
Im cool man! Been chilling out… smoking toking.. and diggin the bitches aite!
Ah.. moka kiyuweh! its ok.. machan Im in a bit of a hurry.. nice seeing you, will see you at the big match.
Ya Dog! Nuff respect from the East Side yo…
East Side??? Ai bang umba Thrikunamalenda(Trincomalee) ?? Pissu K*r*y*
He was so lucky I wasnt wearing a belt… Otherwise I would have belted his faggot ass up and down galle road like that guy from 'Hiripodha wassa'… (More like Kiri hodhi wassa)
Isnt it so funny that almost 97%-98% of kids who join the exclusive schools of colombo that charge exorbitant school fees, wouldnt be caught dead talking without their fake accents!
Is it because students joining these schools must acquire a fake accent as one of the key requirements followed by maths and english… or is a bunch of spoilt rich kids playing a game of follow the leader loser?
Another thing I noticed is that kids seem to want to dress like a music artist than sing like the artist!
Many a time my girlfriend has stopped me from commenting at these poor clowns who behave like village idiots and are a disgrace to the nation.
Malli… is that piece of plaster sticking on your cheek gonna make you rap like Nelly? Why dont you just put a big paper bag over your head instead of that little plaster… hey! isnt that a piece of dettol plaster… Cheee Godaya..!
From what I have heard and experienced, we Sri Lankan's pronounce english words more clearly than even the british themselves. (Unlike other Asian countries, we dont at the yarr's and pyaar's)
So why is it that most of our younger generation tend to idolize the appearence but not the attributes of a person…
I think it because we cant decide if we want a Western culture or an Eastern one.. aney pau!
Weakness… April 7, 2006
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Its a usual friday afternoon in Sri Lanka… Traffic, overloaded buses, frustrated motorist, underpaid policemen..its not a good mix… amidst all this I catch a glimpse of a something that happens too often, and too little done about it!
This is how the story begins…
Naginna naginna… oya rathu shirt eka andhagena inna mahaththaya poddak issarahata yannako.. passen issarahata wenna… kan ahenney nadda?
Ahh.. the annoying voice of the conductor… what would public transport be without them…
For some luck I manage to squeeze myself between this young schoolboy and a large lady who seemed to be fast asleep on the man next to her… when I say 'on the man' I really do mean ON THE MAN! I have no idea whether he was dead or alive, and I didnt have the strength to be a kind soul and save him from his misery at that very moment… atleast I was happy she was sleeping on him and not me!
Not far ahead of me is a Young bridgeteen schoolgirl… probably around 16 years old… glancing around, looking uneasy… and as she catches my eye, she smiles in a way as if she had known me for ages! hmm… wierd… I thought…
I couldnt stop pondering on why this girl seems to be looking around, fidgeting and smiling at every guy she saw…
There's something wrong about this scene… something very wrong…
Only then do I notice that there is a 60 year old sarong jhonny standing directly beside her, enjoying himself on her account.
Oh Crap! Thats when I realized what was really going on… she wanted help, thats why she was smiling at us… she needed our help…
I slowly rose to my feet, gave my seat to the closest elderly person I could see and started pushing my way through the crowd towards this innocent girl…
As I reach the stinky old frustrated fart who is old enough to be my grandfather… I slowly tapped him on his shoulder…
um…uuhh… mokadha malli? monadha oney?
Uncle.. poddak issarahata yannako..
Thamusey ringala yanawako…
Bad move oldie! The only reason I asked you to move on is because I didnt wanna kick your ancient ass…
Ok..ok.. Asela.. Calm down…1…2…3…4… Ok Im gonna give you another chance…
Uncle… oya yanawadha.. mama yawannadha…
Monawa.. mokadha umba kiyuweh? Podi Ka**ya..
Right Uncle… welldone! Your the proud winner of a Right Royal Ass Kicking!
Two shots to where it hurts and one tug at his loosly wrapped sarong…
next thing I know, the old barstard is shouting Bus eka nawathanna! Bus eka nawathanna! and he's running his ass off home…
Only thing I had left to say was… Uncle Sarama epaadha?
The Yathuru Kapanna… April 6, 2006
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<<YK>>Aney Sir… Honda kaalekin passe ney… Mechchara kal kohedha hitiyeh?
<<Me>>Wada Wada.. kohomadha ithin?
<<YK>>Tsunami Sir… mey dawas wala badu packet wela inney!
<<Me>>Ah! Eh mokadha?
<<YK>>Sir balanna sir… magey yathuru set eka issuwaaney… K*ri B*llo…
<<Me>>Hari Hari ithin… kalabala wenna epa… *too late… he’s already agitated by now…*
<<YK>>Mona kalabala da sir… mungey kakul kadanna oney.. V*sa Kollo.. Ungy Ammalaata…*rattles off in french…*
<<ME>>Apoo thamusegey kata… ithin magen monadha kerenna oney.. *He was itching for me to ask him that…*
<<YK>>Sir.. uh.. mey.. mata support ekak.. uh.. shape eke..
<<Me>>ow ow dennan.. ithin monadha oney kiyala kiyanna ko..
<<YK>>Sir mata.. Rupiyal Panseeyak…(Rs.500/-) withara.. um.. support ekak.. fit ekata..
<<YK>>Sir Api bokka ney..
<<Me>>Rupiyal Panseeyak? hmm.. hari..
<<Me>>Yako aluth yathuru ganna ochchara yanawadha?
<<YK>>ow sir..nikan rocket wagey sir… hamadhaama uda yanawa…
<<Me>>Thogey Rocket eken.. magey Pocket eka hiss wenawa.. hari hari.. menna salli..
<<YK>>Thank you budhu sir.. sir tai.. sir gey kella tai.. wadi wadiyen labenna oney..
<<Me>>Hari Hari.. api giya..
Walking back…
<<Me>>Ah.. Thamusey.. Yathuru tika gaththadha?
<<YK>>uh.. hm.. mey..
<<Me>>Mokadha yako nikan gal gahila… thamusey hondhatama kudu nedha? Monaadha gahuwey..?
<<YK>>Nah sir.. uh.. mama… *trailing off to sleep…*
<<Me>>Nagitapan Yako! kiyapan mokadha karey kiyala..
<<YK>>Sir… parana.. yaaluwek hambela.. aathal ekak damma sir… yathuru gaththey naha…
<<Me>>aathal..??? WTF!
And thats when I tought him some new french words…
‘The Negotiator’ April 5, 2006
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Negotiation is the process whereby interested parties resolve disputes, agree upon courses of action, bargain for individual or collective advantage, and/or attempt to craft outcomes which serve their mutual interests.
That seems to be my role at university since recently…
Breakups, Fights, Misunderstandings… name it and Im in the middle of it…
I dunno why I seem to get myself involved in all this nonsence, but some part of me also seems to enjoy the attention and respect bestowed apon me…Which in turn drives my betterhalf crazy… and she always complains about my…
Egotism…
Egotism is a state of human action in which a person acts to gain values in an amount greater than that of the values he gives to other persons. This is usually accomplished either by exploiting the altruism or irrationality of other persons, or by using coercive force and/or fraud.
Therefore, egotism differs from both altruism (acting to gain less values than are being given) and egoism (acting to gain and give an equal amount of values).
Well what ever said and done… I seem to be good at what Im doing, so why stop now?
Everytime I listen to someone, I realize what problems people face, how friends can influence a bad decision, how one lie can lead to a million more… I also realize that I could have made the same bad decision, if I was put in the same scenario…
So…
I not only help others.. I help myself…
How?
Lessons… Situations… and Angles…
Its a matter of practicing what I preach… especially when you have seen the consequences of a bad decision made, you tend to think twice before doing it yourself…
I believe I have a purpose in my life and this world and I intend on fullfilling it… And this is where I decided to start… by listening… By helping people alter their decisions… By sharing their pain… burden…
Another thing I noticed after settling all these issues is that, males tend to bitch more than women… Yes… women do tend to bitch alot among themselves and is second nature to them… But most males are in no way second to their female versions… I think that famous saying that goes " Baduwak wagey…" should be rephrased to "P*nn*yek wagey"
Seriously…
The ABC’s of ex-girlfriends… April 4, 2006
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A is for Arteries. You know, the things that your ex-girlfriend ripped out because she really didn't care for you you twit she was only after your money and could have given a shit about you.
B is for Bitter. Who, me?? No way. I really hope things between them do work out. I hope they get married and have 2 children that are little devils and her hips get huge and his eyebrows finally grow completely together and they get fat and old together and then DIE!!
C is for Call ya later. She won't. She never has before.
D is for Dumped. Does D need to be explained?
E is for Eating like a pig. Remember when you took her out and she said "I'm not hungry" so you figured you could take her to a nice place because you were able to afford a nice meal at this fine restaurant. Then she ate more than your Uncle Roy (you remember Uncle Roy the one with the mustard stains on everything). So you flip the bill and are broke for the next two weeks and she wonders why you were unable to call her that week and go see movies.
F is for Friends. That is what she just wants to be. As if you can even stand to look at her.
G is for Gun. And yes there is a waiting period.
H is for Horny. Remember when she looked nice and even had a personality? Well, you figure it out.
I stands for I still hate her. Odds are I always will, unless she calls me and offers me favors.
J stands for Jim. This is her new boyfriend. Doesn't Jim have a nice car ? Doesn't Jim have a good job? Why does Jim want to date her? I think Jim could do much better. I hate Jim. Jim is my mortal enemy.
K stands for Kill.
L is for Love. It's a great euphoric feeling that exists between two people and is shared upon by both parties.
L is also for Lunatic. Lunatics are crazy. Lunatics are the last people that actually believe in love.
M stands for Mephistophiles. That is who she worked for.
N stands for Necropheliac. She didn't move very much, did she?
O is for On top. When on top she has another O word.
P is for Pill. She said she was on it. She lied. She is now sueing you for a few hundred bucks a month.
Q is for Quitter. She couldn't last.
R is for Rich little Bitch. She bought my love but I paid for it.
S stands for Suffer. That's what she made me do.
T is for torture. Torture is what she did. She tortured you with the truth. She also tortured you with lies.
U is for Understatement. Saying you hate that bitch is an understatement.
V is for Voluptuous. That is the primamry reason you were dating her in the first place.
W stands for Whine. She was a pro at this.
X is for Xylophone. Because X is always for xylophone.
Y stands for You suck! Remember when she yelled that at you.
Z stands for ZIPPER. This is what you got your hair stuck in while trying to get dressed too quickly while she yelled "QUICK! They're home!"
. stands for period. Which is a couple of weeks late, becauseshe lied to you about taking what P stands for. It also means you won't get any for a week.
My type of Gal… April 4, 2006
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"Cute, fun, and sweet, your ideal girl is just a stone's throw away – she's the girl next door. She's Sandra Bullock, Billie Piper, and Meg Ryan all rolled up into one. Naturally pretty rather than glamorous, she's unpretentious and generous. She loves animals and children, and is great with both. You're attracted to her strong values and traditional ways. Although she demands great respect, she's not particularly high-maintenance. Her ideal date is more likely to be dinner and a film than heading out for a night on the town. She's careful yet spontaneous – a bit of the guy's girl, a bit of a cover girl (the nice kind), and just a hint of the hippie chick. But she's got an appeal that's all her own, which is why you can't stay away. Her winning smile, bright eyes, and loving nature make you want to hold on tight and never let go."
hmm… not bad!
These are results I got after taking the 'Who's your type?' Tickle Test
So.. it seems like I already found my type of mate… Thank you Lord!
Just imagine trying to find a gal with the above characteristics in the world now… it would be like searching for a needle in a hay stack.
Take the test yourself and find out what your type of partner is…
Cheers!
Preethipura Home for Mentally Disabled April 3, 2006
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Driving alongside the wattala beach… gazing at the small fishing boats lined up along the sea shore… singing… bugging each other… just another Sunday with the church youth…
Finally…
We reached our destination… Preethipura…
As I drove in through the gates and down the winding path, an inmate ran alongside my car… shouting with happiness…
Oh.. but what Sadness… Loneliness…haunts this place.
Tears filled my eyes as the inmates gathered around us to greet us… they fought among themselves to tell their stories…
Most of these inmates are crippled and unable to care for themselves… some play around with lego blocks thoroughly enjoying themselves… totally unaware to the place or situation their in. These inmates cannot think beyond the common room about 20 of them share… or the toys they play with… But mind you… their not kids.. their old enough to be our parents…
Its takes so little to make them happy, so little to keep them occupied… so little that we have to contribute… but we cannot find the time…
Dear Friends, brothers and sisters…
It doesnt take much to help these innocent individuals…
Dry Rations, Clothes, Toys, Sweets… anything you want to donate… if possible.. the greatest gift of all.. a little bit of your time!
Please mail me if your interested in helping or visiting the Preethipura Home.
God Bless you all!
