It's just another day in paradise when everyone gets worked up over *something* again. I mean, really. They say life on this island is chilled out but we need something to be collectively indignant at every now and then right? So I've decided to come up with a helpful list of things people are butthurt about and how to be ...
A month and a half back, I made a map of bus routes in Colombo that became a surprise hit. This, coupled with the number of calls Himal was getting asking which bus to take, made me think that a website that tells you which buses to take from location A to location B would be pretty useful. With my ...
It's been a while since I spent this much time doing something non-programming related. :) This comic was insanely hard to put together, though the end result is pretty simple. I have been doing some part-time relationship advice-giving in the last few days (I hear the loud "Oh-no!"s already! Haha) and this is stuff that this experience has brought back.And ...
Kottu is the Sri Lankan feed aggregator we all know and love. Kottu currently has more than 1000 Sri Lankan blogs in all three languages (and one Dhivehi blog too!) listed, and it's safe to say that without the community and traffic built up around Kottu, most of us would never have continued blogging. Indi, who basically set up and ...
Kottu, after the 8.0 redesignThe thing with designing a software system you have no idea about is that you don't know how deep the water is, and you never will, until you jump right in. When Indi contacted me back in July with the proposal to join him at Kottu, I was stunned. It was truly a dream come true. ...
Releasing this picture of Kella to the public domain. Looking for ways to protest the plans by the Ministry of Health to reinstate the culling of stray dogs. :(
Regular readers of this blog know that long periods of silence are usually followed by a post where I tend to rant about stupid lecturers and having to write mindless assignments etc. This will not be the case this time around, since I don't have the energy to even write a rant anymore. Nothing describes the feeling of going from ...
How a human being likes to see an RSS feed:Jerry's comment feed (Wordpress)How a monkey generates an RSS feed:Mein feeden (Blogger)The reaction of the hapless programmer who's trying to parse comments:I know, I know, parsers don't care about whitespace. But uuuugh, that fugly feed makes.me.want.to.tear.my.eyes.out.
Let's go back to one of the oldest tricks in my book of what to do when I have nothing to write about.So, I'm going back to uni next week. Baller girl will be there, balling away. Here's a sketch of her that I drew one boring evening at the library:And here's a story of how things will not work ...
December is almost over, and what a December it has been... most of it has been spent on the road, away from home. With the Southern Expressway opening up, the long journey up to Delwala has been shortened to a 2 hour cruise along scenic routes. The stretch of road between Agalawatte and Kalawana must be one of the most ...
A sequel of sorts to Lilac skies and the end of November(Two years later...):PI took a look at the blog archive and noticed that November is usually a very busy month around these parts. Not so this year, COZ SAI IS BACK! Woohoo! :D So we've been on all sorts of trips around the place, including a secret Negombo beach ...
I write this while on an old and rusty bus rattling its way across Kottawa's sleepy backwaters on a sleepy Sunday morning. The slight lump I feel in my throat seems to indicate an impending case of sore throat. This bus is moving at a commendable rate for a 336, or maybe writing this is way more fun than it ...
WallpapersCan you find one wallpaper for Linux that doesn't have a penguin or a gnu in it?You don't have to use the command line in Windows, ever(...because it's underpowered)Anything runs on WindowsEven scripts off some random site that some script kid in Russia copy pasted together to steal your personal data. M$ loves 'em script kids!Windows never asks for the ...
I haven't even touched this thing in ages, have I? I miss the days when I could write something stupid and get a million comments. I miss being anonymous, being able to speak your mind, you know? There are so many things I want to shout out about, so many things that the blogosphere circa 2009 would've been able to ...
...is not Google+. Har Har. ;PYears after the party ended, and everybody had left, I joined Last.fm back in March. It's pretty neat. It stores records of all the music that you listen to quietly in the background and gives a running commentary on your profile page. Everything is neatly categorized, and every artist (even the more obscure ones) have ...
CHAPTER III - FUNDAMENTAL RIGHTSFreedom of thought, conscience and religion.10. Every person is entitled to freedom of thought, conscience and religion, including the freedom to have or to adopt a religion or belief of his choice.– Constitution of Sri LankaMost countries attempt to guarantee freedom of religion (and freedom from religion) by taking the secularist approach: clear separation of church ...
It's been a surreal couple of weeks, these past few. A few days back it was me trying to make a friend laugh as she was talking to a recruitment agent from Millennium IT (I am known for being a bastard like that). Today, it was me sitting almost alone in the canteen that the gang and I spent most ...
Sometimes you tend to forget.All the interesting people you've met,All the crazy things you've done,All the memories.And all you can see - the past, the present and the future - is the dull grey cubicle you spend your days slaving away.But maybe there will be better days, days of sunshine and laughter, of cold rain and hot chocolate. Maybe there is still hope.Delwala, 28/12/2011
I've always admired artists. There's something magical in their ability, their gift to transform their innermost thoughts and feelings into something communicable, and in doing so convey and transmit those feelings to others. A painter packs emotion into every stroke of his brush, a poet into every syllable she writes, a bassist into every little quiver of his fingers. That ...
