I haven’t. I’m no prude (far from it), and I certainly don’t find Sri Lankan women unattractive; but I have never seen a single locally-produced porno that, to me, was even remotely arousing. What’s up with that? Yeah, this about as good as it gets. “Adults only” flicks don’t count — they’re ...
The Dark Knight: Why so serious? මොකද ෆුල් සිරා ගහල? Pulp Fiction: English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?! අම්මට හුකන්නො, තොට සිංහල තේරෙන්නැද්ද? Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back: I am your father. මමයි උඹේ තාත්ත. The Godfather: I will make him an offer he can’t refuse. මං දෙන්නං මිනිහට බැහැයි කියන්න බැරි offer එකක්. [...] ...
The following is something I wrote in December, last year: The occupational hazards of begging for a living are many, one would imagine; but none could be more depressing than the humiliation that comes with it, gift-wrapped in pity. Every two rupee coin tossed into your cupped palms is an acknowledgement of how the world has failed you, over the ...
is happening this Sunday, at the Warehouse Project, Colombo. Pecha what? Simply put, it’s a kind of slideshow – with a twist. Pecha Kucha is a Japanese word that literally means ‘chit-chat.’ A speaker presents a total of 20 slides, at 20 seconds per slide. That’s seven minutes in total. This takes the suck out of it. Nobody wants to ...
I’m at the Bamba Barista, the one on Duplication Road. They have a sort of porch out here, with cheap but relatively comfy armchairs and a couple of ancient-looking coffee tables. It’s pouring outside; so, here I am, killing time, hogging their WiFi and not even thinking of purchasing so much as a Maalupaang. I guess that makes me something ...
Someone had shared on Facebook this poorly researched article (published by the Huffington Post, no less), on how men “emotionally manipulate” women by calling their oversensitivity. Written by a dude, at that. This guy argues that, by pointing out to a woman that she may be overreacting to a certain situation, you are effectively making her question her sanity. Never ...
පිස්ස මූ පිස්ස මූ පිස්සු පූස මූ! ♫ Remember that? That was from the opening theme of Pissu Poosa, the Sinhala-dubbed popular animated series Top Cat that went on air in the late ’80s and early ’90s. I used to love that show. I couldn’t wait for the weekly antics of Pisso Poosa and his gang, the misadventures of Sargent ...
The word on the interwebs today is that some Americans are calling Friday’s earthquake and tsunami situation in Japan a kind of karmic retribution for Pearl Harbour. I can think of only one word to describe these people: motherfuckers! It was just a natural disaster, you morons. Nothing more; nothing less. It wasn’t ‘payback’ for some shit that happened 70 ...
Nobody will do anything out of genuine goodness. Nobody. People always expect something in return. Always. Do I hear a “thank you, Captain Obvious?” in the background? Shut the fuck up, and listen. It’s how mother nature always intended it to be. You give and you take; you take and you give. The moment you cease to give, the only ...
State and corporate-sponsored fantasies aside, do we have a realistic chance of winning the World Cup this year, with our current squad? If the Sri Lanka/Canada match result is anything to go by, and also considering the fact that we’re playing in familiar territory (the subcontinent) this time around, I ...
I’m outside the Sumanadisi Bakers, at the Kohuwala junction. The time is 14:06. There are at least five cops directing the traffic here; and, needless to say, the congestion is very bad. It’s a Saturday. Usually, there is zero congestion here on Saturdays. And usually, there are zero traffic cops here on Saturdays. Do the math. This is just one ...
This is something I wrote for a laxative ad a few months ago. I hear it was published somewhere. Will post the link later if I can find it. It’s not particularly funny or anything… The idea was to tell a long-ass story in less than five minutes – to constipated people. Also, please note that this is an abridged ...
I’m listening to the above, on loop. Always been a sucker for this kinda sound. I was never really sure why. Maybe it’s the feeling of being transported to another place, another time, another plane of existence. Maybe it’s that indescribable physical sensation you experience in your chest, the same feeling you get when you’re falling in love. Or ...
They’re everywhere. At rugger matches, movies, nightclubs, pool parlours, coffee shops, plays, fucking Jazz Sunday… Nothing wrong with that, of course. Like the rest of us, they, too, should have the right to pretend they’re cultured citizens. And we mustn’t begrudge them the semblance of a social life they have outside of school. That goes without saying. It’s their obnoxious ...
One look at his surroundings, and Jack Summers knew he was at the right place. Where else could he be? Everything was the way he was told it would be. Everything. Down to the last crack on the dusty tiled floor. He didn’t have to walk to the door to realise it was locked from the outside. The windows were ...
The first man that realised that the life-giving, all-powerful sun god up in the sky was not a god at all, but was really just a big, fiery ball of gas far, far away… I want to know what that felt like to him. It must’ve been so exhilarating and terribly depressing at the same time. When a belief that ...
Understanding that it’s a dog-eat-dog world out there. Coming to terms with the fact that people are full of shit. Realisng that nobody, I mean nobody, will take a bullet for you. And that, for all their claims of undying love and caring, when it really comes down ...
Pretty self-explanatory. Been a while since my last post here. Months, in fact. Thought I’d start blogging again. Not really sure why, or whether I really want to continue. But hey, this is a great excuse to put my new WordPress app to the test and show off my new phone in the process. So, yeah. Edited to add a pic of my phone. Just because.
I don’t want to get into a religious debate here. People are entitled to their beliefs, without having to be judged or made fun of. And before you go “ah, stupid atheists” on me, this post is not about faith. Faith and superstition, I believe, are two different things. Belief in abstract concepts like an all-powerful creator god (or force) ...
Immediate thoughts upon leaving the cinema: “Holy shit, that was fucking awesome! Can’t wait to see it again.” Premise: Earthling Peter Quill a.k.a. Star-Lord teams up with a bunch of interstellar jerkoffs comprising a talking raccoon, a walking tree, a green female assassin and a big, greenish tough guy with anger management issues (no, not THAT guy) to save the ...
