Fishing Spots

It's 5.30 am in the morning & all i keep thinking about are those cleaner type fish that were sucking on my feet whilst climbing up a rocky stream yesterday. The Last time i went fishing was as way back as April. But the good news is the Monsoon is about to change & a the New West Coast season should bring forth more fishing Trips. Starting around September the Sea should be far less choppy & ideal for fishing while the East coast goes in reverse.

Hopefully i'd be able to join the Ceylon Sea Anglers club this season. If i can come up with the money that is. But seriously, if you want to learn the best fishing spots in SL you ought to join the club. They boast of probably the biggest group of crazy fisherman i've ever seen & their organized fishing tournaments & trips are a blast.

(Image of the Old Sea Anglers Club @ Clappenberg Bay, Trincomalee)


But my Friend tells me that they were unable to renew their Long term lease of the Sea Anglers Club in Trinco. (Sunday Times Article) Such a shame! But they apparently found a new plot of land which they want to buy outright? (Rumour...?)

Anyway, If Off shore fishing is your thing & the Travel is a definite No no, i suggest you to pack up your gear & head down to the bathing steps/place in Diyawannawa Rajagiriya. (Right on Parliment road). It's usually allowed unless it's a Poya. beleive me you'd be suprised with the Catch! A throw net is perfect if you want to catch Lunch in 1 hour. But if it's the chilling your looking for this place is equally good for casting & minimum patience is required. Morning times are the best starting at around 5.30am to 8am.

If anyone knows of any Good Off Shore fishing spots close to Colombo Pls do let me know!

Monte Farno - National Seminary, Ampitiya, Kandy, Sri Lanka.

Just a small write up one of my buddies had made about the place when we visited it a couple of years back. Tranquil place to say the least! A few pics. too. We'll be going there this wednesday. Jerry, Whackster, Myself & StFallen have confirmed. Open Invitation as always.

By Jude Kahadewela -

2) The Monte-farno Monastery. A beautifully landscaped monastery which houses a copy (taken from the original) of the image of the towel with which Jesus’ face was wiped along the walk to Calvary, along with other interesting artifacts. There is a small trail that leads to the edge of a cliff with the most beautiful view of the surrounding areas. And I do mean beautiful. Many species of birds are found on this trail if you are interested in engaging in a spot of birding.A pair of binoculars should definitely come in handy when visiting this city. Remember, one should not miss out on the finer details! -

To add a bit more detail, there was actually a closed up rock chapel which i thought was quite cool. the place is so deserted & they like it that way. So voices must be kept down.

I've Lost myself

I'm in Ultra repulsive mode at the moment. When it comes to women at least.
Which is a good thing! that ought to keep me safely out of trouble for a good 2 to 3 years by which time i hopefully wouldn't have turned the full circle & fallen in love with .. er... Gerard Butler? if that's what men r looking for... not the straight one's at least.

Point being. A long break from dating has completely eroded any sense or ability of being smooth. I've become abrupt, too forthright for my own good & basically lost my Mojo. Is Mojo even a real word?

Google - Mojo originated as a term with a specific meaning, but in the late 20Th century became a very fluid term with many different meanings. It originated as a reference to a type of magic charm.

Yes it seems Austin Powers knew what he was talking about.

Sitting here in my room it seems like the World has suddenly grown very boring. Thought of writing a blog post. I might be the first to point out the benefits of being single but at the same time, gotta admit it... Sunday afternoon's have been a lot better. At least it got me writing, i like what Rob Thomas says about his Lyrical content.

In answer to ''Why ur songs r so depressing?'' the once Match Box 20 Front man says ''coz... I only write when I'm sad lonely or depressed, if I'm having a good time well I'll be having a good time not writing about it'' All that just adds up to making Rob one Sad sod, judging by the number of songs & hit tracks he's got.

Mock Me!

I'm finally on Twitter! Shame on me, taking so long.
I have to admit since finding out about early adopters, late adopters, laggards etc in marketing i fit the perfect profile of a laggard. Had to wait till my ex created my FB account, blogged only when a friend convinced me how good it was & got on twitter only when i kept reading about Lance armstrong's rants on twitter. Thought it might be quicker to just follow the bloke....
I've lost 5 mobile phones so don't beleive in the latest mobile phone technology due to potential costs of loosing one again & i'm still on Yahoo which many people remind me is kinda old given that i can't mail more than 10mb of data on a single mail, try G Mail they tell me!

Should i care... not really i guess, i just take a bit of time to find out if something's useful or not. And i think Twitter might actually be useful! I see most of the Blogsphere there already though!

It's July Again!

It’s that time of year again.
Where all the boys from the southern hemisphere ditch their surf boards & don their favorite stripes to wrestle in the mud all night long, it’s rugby season again.

Been the ardent Wallaby Fan for the past 14 years I must admit that 2002 seems light ages away. It was the last time we held the Bledisloe cup, that little beauty that signifies trans-Tasman rugby superiority. Still remember that victory, 2002. The Eales era.

Being surrounded by arrogant All Black fans in Colombo does'nt help my cause. It ain’t easy, made fun of for the past 6 years. And like every July for the past 6 years, I’m on with that ol tune again. We’re gonna belt you blacks this year!

Waruna, a former Thomian rugby player who donned the Salmon pink & brown is the only other Wallaby fan I’ve met in Colombo. The 18Th July is gonna be special, bumping into my rugby season buddies who I only bump into during rugby season at cheers. Fish and chips, Fried platter combos, Chicken Buttys & beer will accompany the buzzed madness of watching (Hopefully) wallaby after wallaby gyrating over the all black try line.

I’m impressed with the three’s this year. We’ve got Luke Burgess at Half Back, gentle unassuming dude who has improved his service from last year. Got Matty Gits at First Five, the controller & Kamikaze Sterling at second five to bash people up & Berrick Barnes at outside center to man the most difficult of defensive positions in the game, add to this the electric speed of Lachie turner on the right wing with the more than capable Peter Hynes & Drew Mitchell slugging it out to start on the left wing leaves room for optimism. By biggest worry was always at Full Back, since the departure of our buddy from the gold coast Chris Latham we’ve never had a world class last line of defense. But AA Cooper’s got things covered going by his performance against les bleus.

Come 18th July I’d be singing ‘’Advanced Australia Fair & Waltzing Matilda’’ with much fever as any fan at the ETIHAD stadium in shitty winter weather.

Not that a lotta people care, but when ur into these things you really are. I mean, I was 9 when I was hit with depression when the Wallabies crashed out of RWC 1995. I was 13 when John Eales lifted RWC 1999. I was 12 when we clean swept the Blacks in 98. I was 17 when we defied our critics & made it to RWC 2003 finals & I was drunk & depressed in 2007 when we lost to England. I’ve grown up watching the wallabies, trying to look like Berrick barnes on the pitch & telling my best mate to Fuck off outta here when being teased about the wallabies.

To heck with it. It’s rugby season & it’s gonna be good!Rugby is quite a bit like sex they say… When it’s good, it’s really good. When it’s bad, it’s still pretty good.

Almost Hitched

Decided to get a head start for the week & reply/read all my mails b4 work tomorrow. Can't resist posting something. A feeling that has sorta deserted me for the past couple of months. Regardless of that, I almost gothitched on Friday Night! & by golly she was even Female.. that's where the ''Good'' Ends. She was 45, all wrinkled up, drunk & was mumbling... ''I know u want me'' while grabbing me outta a conversation with a friend & making me shake my booty to Billy Jean at 3am. Oh & she wasn't local.

''At first i was afraid i was petrified!!''

1 minute later she signals to the Loo & tells me ''C'mon let's go''. My life literally flashed b4 me, my reputation, ruined!
It's then that i saw an old friend on the floor, forget the reputation... I just Screamed, ''Mava Beraganna!'' (The effects of too much voddie was kind of having it's impact on me)

Managed to GRAB Her while Ms/Mrs ''Ur old enough to me my mom'' quietly accepted defeat and walked away.

That's as eventful as the weekend Got!... Actually it was a bit better than that... but... not as note worthy as being almost raped in the Loo of a hangout in Colombo.

Excellence

Excellence Being On time Sacrifice

The difference between been ‘’good’’ and ‘’great’’ can, and has often been put down to excellence. It is the pursuit of excellence that separates those who want & those who desire. I’ve been thinking about this lately. And it occurs to me that there seems to be bit of a tri variable relationship between the said ‘’Excellence’’, ‘’Sacrifice’’ and being ‘’on time’’. What's the point of having anything good in life if it misses the opportune moment or the perfect timing which can galvanize any achievement? In anything in life, an inability to deliver your best when it is required on time would automatically devalue any output no matter how good it really is. The opposite of excellence in many ways is mediocrity. But what I’ve figured is that you can have things on time, NOT make the sacrifices required & deliver a pretty mediocre result. This is quite often the case. I feel there is a strong positive relationship between these three factors. Or else, you can have excellence, NOT make sacrifices and get nothing done on time. Being the best at anything takes sacrifice. It hurts but the rewards are most often bountiful. I guess Excellence is a choice not a gift. You can enjoy the petty little joys of life without really making any significant sacrifices and feel nothing to be proud of someday. But on the contrary the pleasure of the other route can be probably more fulfilling to some at least.

Advanced Nations

''Include those of North America and Western Europe, plus Australia, New Zealand, and Japan.''

Yup, this is what i found in an International Economics glossary whilst doing an assignment. Guess that leaves the rest of us to the stone age! Not even Russia man, since the whole of Eastern Europe has been ignored! By Golly! Just noticed that there's no mention of Asia other than Japan?? Wtf? Malaysia... Singapore.... Hong kong???

Wow Sri Lanka really does not have any hope of becoming an advcanced nation in this guys books....

Education

Here i am just a few days away from finishing my UG. Trying to think straight.Figuring out, what i ought to do next. Trying not to over plan life and take away the fun of the entire process!

But now is a good a time as any to reflect on our beloved education system, what it has done to me and say a few thank yous to the people that probably helped me on this lil hunt for knowledge, intelligence and hopefuly some wisdom.

I was College's version of an online troll. Always getting into trouble, nothing meaningful really. So amongst my proud achievements at college include....

1. Driving Ms jayasinghe into retirement 1 year short of her 25Th year of service, and the thousands of rupees i saved my brethren in the form of ''25 year service donations''A few bloggers in SL could stake a claim to been an important part of this achievement...

2. Taking a piss into Gaya sirs lil pond after School. Oh the sight of those Junior prefects cleaning up the the pond with piss mixed water up to their knees the next morning.

3. Breaking into the Junior Canteen and stealing boxes of Mars Chocs and Bunty toffees.... rofl

Ok, this post is heading in the wrong direction. It was meant to be meaningful.
So here's to...

1. Tarzan, my Sinhalese tuition teacher in Grade 11 who taught me Sinhalese Literature in easy to understand language! His overly horny behaviour in class and openness about it gave him an extra edge in making the class interesting!

2. OC Samarawickrama. Without you Sugar i would have flunked Chemistry in style!

3. Here's to Iruzee... If not for ur bizarre habit of maintaining 3 sets of Chemistry notes i would have had no material to study!

4. To Bora! Cheers... awakening me to the world of Economics!

5. Tharindu, Dude... Individual classes for math and Physics at Just 700 bucks a month for both subjects! that's the best bargain I've ever got... thanks mate!

6. To what's his Name? Tamil Sir who taught me Organic Chem in just 2 weeks! Thanks!

7. Sis. Gratitude.

My conclusion is that Sri Lanka's system of education lacks flair, finesse and creativity! We have an efficient machine churning out Intelligent people, but few thinkers. People with Subject Knowledge, but with no subject passion. People who know History of what happened, who did it... why... the Philosophy behind it but lacking the creative intelligence to add something themselves. Our system is carved out by a desire to be rich and rid of poverty instead of being happy.Hence we are oversupplied with accountants, marketers, Lawyers and doctors but are short of Professionals in so many fields!

We need more assignment based education! make that lil 8 year old guy work his socks off to research stuff, form his own opinion.... teach him that the answers are not all Black and white, but that most things are grey and it's ok to have an answer that is both yes and no and in between.

I think its retarded of our education system when a lil boy is taught Art but there is such a specific way he needs to draw that his marks will be cut off if he does something new.... we are teaching our kids to think like robots. Scared to have an opinion. Worried about if his opinion matched with that in the text book. In Literature our kids are asked to write that the kings were great, would it be so wrong if one perceived that the kings did a shitty job of it? That Dutugemunu was a loser coz he waged war and in the process killed so many? it's just an opinion..... instead of Children forming opinions and thinking about things they are forced to memorize! This is why my greatest achievement was leaving School after my A/Levels... until then i didn't know quite what it was like to have a mind of my own in any topic.....

Lanny's, Nugegoda, Mirissa and Freedom

I enjoyed my first booze in a free country yesterday. It was good.
Spirits are high these days.Went to Lani's of course (pronounced Lanny's), 'The Joint without a liquor license'. In Makuluwo's hood.
This makes for a very cheap starting point when heading out or a budget celebration like yesterday. Booze or no booze i love the beach.But something that tug at my heart was the fluttering national flag at Lani's. (see video)



There was Nugegoda junc with couple of dozen drunkards at 9 in the night waving flags to a bangara beat whilst blocking up 1 lane of the 2 lane stanley thillekeratne mawatha.Having frequented NG for the past 23 years i gotta admit that this was far more amusing than 100 vendors screaming ala ala ala, loonuu... loonuuuu.... Au Miris! Au Miris!



It seems the free food has stopped. Even the greatest joy has it's limits. Ali Don Pvt Ltd witnessed a out of season hike in sales which would have tripled its share price had it been listed on the main board of the CSE.Maggi Instant Coconut Milk is the number one selling product at the local grocery and watch out for the boom in condom sales.If i were you and looking to cash in all this, i'd make a camo styled condom in c4 flavor.....

And some clips from Mirissa!If anyone wants to head down to this joint i can fill you in all the details. Really nice place to chill out!

Zak's Perspective

So this is just how i feel about the happenings of the past few years and especially the last few days as i see it. No, I'm not an expert on military strategy, Sri Lankan history, the ethnic conflict/civil war or for that matter the rights and wrongs of a bloody end.
I'm 23 now and i grew up learning to fear the tigers.
The streets of Colombo were never safe and mom used to always ask me to be vigilant and careful when i started using the public transportation in getting to College at the age of 12. There's the Central bank bomb of 1996, Jan 31st. My 10th birthday. Here i was finally getting to double figures, but all i felt was fear and more tragically hopelessness. My friends mom died in that bomb. I want to ask her how she feels about all this, but fear that it might be just too painful for her.And there are millions like her, generations... around this country.My earliest memory of the LTTE was at the age of 4 or 5 i think. I remember my Grandad coming home and mentioning that ''4 or 5 tigers were on the roof of the Fort railway station''Me being me, and so young at that immediately pictured 4 or 5 ''4 legged Siberian tigers'' on the roof of the fort railway station about attack and eat innocent commuters.That was scary! as a 4 year old it was more scary than having armed terrorists shooting at people from high up. I think i breathed a sigh of relief when i realized this was a ''code name'' for a band of armed terrorist... what a relief!
I still remember the fear and hopelessness that engulfed me as a kid. And i was one one of the lucky one's in Colombo! The rumours and speculation that this War will never end. That it was not a safe country for a young man to be if the government decided to use mandatory recruitment into the military. So i grew up wanting to leave my Country. And at times this wasn't even my country. I looked at it as a cursed woman who could never bear a child.But this is... my country. And through the years, especially during the last 4 to 5 years i have learnt to love this country and more so fallen in love with this country.I wouldn't say that i am well traveled. But after seeing a couple of Places outside of my country, it enraged to me to see how my people and countrymen were suffering and yet so many others around the world were living it up.Especially the kids... If there were something called the ''Hope'' Index, Kids from countries like Singapore, Malaysia and others close to us could boast of a much better reading on the ''Hope'' Index.I felt jealous... i really did....7,8,9 and 10 year olds so upbeat and with so much hope in life... and yet back in my War ravaged country there are so many who could not dream of a better existence.
Either way, this is why i am Proud as a Sri Lankan today. My sons and the sons of my sons will have more than a dream of a better nation. There is now a window of opportunity.Something that i never enjoyed as a kid growing up in Sri Lanka. Wanting to leave your country your whole life is pretty shitty.But today i rejoice for there is 'hope' that millions of unborn kids will have a better nation to call their home.I can't help myself... i have a wide grin on my face.
''Only a crisis, actual or perceived brings about real change - Milton Friedman''
Sometimes people tend to interpret my over-zealousness as Blindness to the reality of what needs to be done.This couldn't be more wrong. I know that there is much be done. So many lives to rebuild. The economy. Infrastructure. Resettling IDP's. Healing the emotional wounds.But the fact is, I'm happy... proud as hell and I'm overwhelmed with emotion when i look at my National Flag.
People tend to also call me a Armchair Soldier. Talking of things that i have no right to talk of. Now I'm not an Aid worker, volunteer, soldier or politician.But i do work in the private sector. My Company pays taxes, i pay taxes, taxes which are used to feed the military who in turn have protected me for the past 23 years.I respect them and credit them with doing a hell of a job! May they bask in the glory of this moment..... they deserve it!
Got mom to make Kiribath today. This is the first time i made a special request to do so in a very long time.
Let's enjoy this moment. But remember that we need to get our act together in the coming years. In many ways, this appears to be a bigger Challenge than the one we've just managed to overcome.

Smells like what...?

Mixed blessings, that interesting blogger from India had tagged me some time back.Interesting for a few reasons too. Into economics. and has a very chirpy personality it seems.

So this is about smelly stuff. How it reminds you of things.

Love the smell of the rain stiring up the dust. The first few drops are always good. The smell of water meeting dust.
Grass. The real grass. Dried, withering away. Reminds me of College and practicing in scorching tempratures.
there's the smell of my burning laptop battery. Reminds me of work.
The beach. I love the smell of the beach in the morning, reminds me of church family camps as a Child. Those were carefree times!
The smell of wintegeno mixed with sweat. Yup. Reminds me of game day. Rugby. And my obsession as a 12 year old untill i was 18.
Karapincha, Onions, green chillies, Cardamoms?, and whatever that goes into the oil before making a curry. Reminds me of how good home cooked meals are.
112. The perfume. Reminds me of that bitch!
Cartier..... Dad....
Christmas trees... The smell.Reminds me of My sis, mom and me having christmas lunch when we were kids!
The Maliban factory in Ratmalana. Reminds me about the summer of 99. She was good!
The smell of 2 pairs of socks, 1 pair of stockings and cow leather boots coming off after playing a match in a thunder storm. Smells of glory.
The smell of being hung over by too much Vodka. err... bad smell.
Finally the smell of a crisp 100 rupee note. Pay day!

Greetings!

Life is good. Real good. So good sometimes you don't to really write about it. you're just too preoccupied living it. Wish that were the case over the past 2 months or so. In essence, it's been marred by 3 or 4 bad grades at a stretch in class. Clearly a lack of dicipline one might say. Not enough desire.Too much drinking would be an overstatement especially after keeping away from the booze in Mirissa. Some grass on the other hand is always welcome.The fishing has been crap too. 2 GiniKiriili's by a reef is not really fishing. Not when you have 3 or 4 high tech rods and you don't catch anything. And you're left to mercilessly hold a rig by hand over a reef and catch 6cm long ornamental fish for a kick. Not the baracuda or Paraw i was expecting.And there's the shit party scene. Not one for them to begin with. I tend to prefer the lonely sunday afternoons watching football over a beer at cheers. some friends and its that much better. But seriously, the Yes FM beach party was a disgrace. In my books at least. The only bright light of the night was my best mate getting laid. I think. But he denies it. I'm better off beleiving him.Work is good. A bit slow at times. Might be off to India next week. Tamil Nadu, Tirripur. I'd rather be spending my time as a volunteer in an IDP camp with scorching tempratures of 40 degrees with bullets and shelling raining over my head.(no disrespect to the IDP's, they really are suffering)Contemplating on what my first tatoo should be. A cannon would be nice. not cool. But as a islington faithful i have to.Ideas are always welcome. Got a hectic 6 months around the corner. self studies for CIM. at least i'm done with me UG.Then there's that slightly more interesting proposition of studying to be an investment advisor. Which brings me to the point.Where have all the beautiful beings gone to? I think i might drop all of this and start out at the Academy of design.There's that comfort of a cold beer just around the corner at the Cricket Club and slightly better chances of admiring a 9.5 on a warm saturday afternoon.There should be some government imposed maximum retail price on beer i think.This has by far been one of the more boring days in office. Listening to bloomberg radio seemed to compound the effect but at least the markets are on the rebound.Some bonded panties are about to be recalled in Spain. Yeah panties. Bonded ones's. meaning no thread used. KInda like pasted together.Anyway, some fat arse woman probably bought a smaller size and the bonding came off. trying to recall 100,000 panties!another day at the office. I'm blogging again! this tells you something.... youtube hasn't got anything that interests me. My Yahoo mail hasn't got any new mails. MY works done for the day. Facebook is just too boring. Listening to the radio is overrated i'm trying hard to stay awake.Actually read some posts today. Dee seems to be having yet another day in office. Whack seems like he's taken a walk down memory lane to find some inspiration. Someone just called Lady Divine a Bitch for some reason. and i couldn't be bothered reading another post about the war by Indi.here's to the weekend. week to end.

Happenings - War/Football

I full heatedly Agree with the below statement.
There are too many cyber idiots from both sides whining about everything.

And then, how could i not mention the frantic display by Arsenal and Liverpool last night. After staying up all night to watch the game i conveniently slept in front of the tele until i was awoken by a 56th minute strike By Torres to give Liverpool a 2-1 lead. I was upset. If i was in North London i would probably end up being a part of the Gooners and unleash mayhem and reckless passion on unsuspecting opposition fans.

But here i am, relegated to a lonely couch in Sri Lanka watching the boys do us proud. Arshavin struck back with a wonder strike 2-2. Arsenal 2, Arshavin2.

3-2 Arsenal. Hatrick for Arshavin!! by Golly i love this game.....

And then the Spanish magician always has to bring his class to the game and make it 3-3. Glory to Torres of Liverpool.

90th Minute. Classic Arsenal counter attack and the Galloping 20 year old Walcott unleashes a deft touch, pass onto the fiery Arshavin. With a left foot strike that would have made the thai kick boxing champ proud Arshavin made it 4-3 to Arsenal with only injury time to play. 4 to Arshavin!!!

I was already swearing into the silent night Air about how you merseyside fuckers are no good and the Golden generation of the gooners coming about when that crazy Jew, Brilliant footballer of a Israeli Benayoun struck with 2 minutes of injury time to play. I hate Liverpool, but i gotta love Benayoun, fantastic bloke.

4-4

To the doubters of English football, Arshavin, and Arsenal's resolve..... bullocks... absolute bullocks... this is top brass stuff man....

The other Side of Today

The future is to be conquered, tamed and harnessed to serve you in a manner which feeds the interests of destiny and nothing more. The crossroads of time cannot hold back the scent of the pathways of the Gods, ironed out through a wilderness of freedom which can take you to the next level of fulfillment, if only you could forever stay close to that voice which steers you clear of the odor of death.

Only mere mortal cowards languish in the deep waters of indecision. Greater are the decisive men and women of time which chose to daringly dream of a better existence. Whose bloody drenched palms steered the oars of humanity in a new direction providing the power and will of mental might as they steered us with God given direction.

Convictions alone will not get you across the waters, though few would question the power of its influence. But it’s the magical moment where mind, soul and body combine to bring about a physical manifestation of the core being that makes the guardians of creation stand and take account of the wonder of creation itself.

Emotional Creatures

‘’When dealing with people, you are not dealing with creatures of Logic but creatures of emotion’’ – Dale Carnegie

‘’People will always forget what you did for them, but they will never forget how you made them feel’’ – Dion Gomez

The clear objective as a leader of men should then be to ‘move’ the hearts of people. I.e. tap into the emotional creature within them as opposed to using arguments of logic to stir people into action.

This is a fundamental management or leadership lesson it seems as history tells us just how important this fact is. The late President Premadasa for all the criticism leveled at him moved the hearts of the masses by giving them housing through the Gam Udawa housing scheme. Not once during the past 5 year period have I seen a common man worship President Chandrika in a similar manner, in my mind she was a good leader, strong, powerful and had the charisma to lead a nation regardless of her faults. But what stands out is the way so many people adore her predecessor.

Parallels can be drawn with the current president. He communicates well with the emotions of the masses whilst his rival seems to lack this ability and thus the support of the people.

Most of us will never run for President or probably not even become the CEO of our company. But it’s a fact of life that you need to be able to tug at heart and emotions of people to win their support. Some of the most successful cooperate leaders are blessed with this ability.

For all those guys out there that really don’t bother about women and flattering them, this is a huge mistake. So I’ve learnt, it’s a good practice ground for one thing to be able or bothered to gauge the emotions of the opposite species or anyone for that matter. Taking your mom out for dinner, speaking to the security guard for 1 minute and basically going beyond the expectations of people by showing you care can have a significant impact in terms of the support you get and this is Characteristic of good leaders. Developing emotional intelligence thus is absolute key to success in the corporate world but more importantly in your personal life and relationships.

When I quizzed Mr. Dion Gomez, CEO MAS Intimates sometime back on how you could keep people happy during tough times where you cannot afford to give increments, beautiful infrastructure, benefits etc. his reply was simple.

‘’It does not cost you money to put your arm around a factory worker and ask how they are doing today, this makes all the difference and they will wholeheartedly support you during tough times’’

I Hate This Date

Poya
There's nothing more irritating than realizing that its poya whilst on the way to the beach for a nice cold beer or booze. Worse still, She finally says ''Oki lets hang out'', how about catching a movie??.... and it's Poya.

Easter
The foods good, i love it. But the thought of spending an afternoon with relations that are bordering being serious alcoholics and equally shallow can take its toll on me. Don't really like Easter for this reason, my lack of choice in the matter of attending these family functions are the root cause I've realized.

Sunday
It just reminds me that tomorrow happens to be Monday. How bad can it get.

Valentines Day
I mean screw the fact that I'm single, don't really give a rats arse about any of it. But when you have to play Secret Valentine at office, that's when it irritates you. The fact is that last year i got 'Upul' a 40 year old married man with 3 kids and this makes it that much more irritating. Confession time, this is what i did. I got a crap 100 rupee chocolate from this tasteless woman, and i eased into the strategy of craftily passing the same chocolate to upul. But then, i realized.... Upul will never know if i didn't give him anything coz its secret Valentine.... hey! I'm the victim here, at least upul got laid that day... i think...

St Patricks Day
You turn on the TV and there's drunken Irish men having a ball of a time whilst you are stuck to eating kottu rotty in front of the TV watching them. in Ur stupor some curry falls on your clean white shirt which you were too lazy to take off coz u were hungry FOR KOTTU on ST PATRICKS DAY!

Bank Holidays
We all know that bankers are irritating blood sucking bastards. But to have them mock you at the fact that your stuck at work running pivot charts while they are hanging out by a pool with a long island is is is is...... Blood sucking bastards!

That's not bad, after trying hard that's all the negativity i could muster! that should mean that i have a hell of a time the rest of the time which is about 95% it seems. Not bad!

I hereby Tag the whackster, Mathawadaa, Jerry, and anybody else's blog i will be reading today! Get the negativity out dude.....

Let it Be!

This impoverished state of mind can’t seem to find the way of this random thing that aren’t quite happening to me but I believe in this destiny of another world. Make believe, trapping things from within the richness and goodness of the surrounding stratosphere impeding upon the evil of the universe.

This is the story of Quentin Harry. The Lazy bastard can’t seem to find a hole to creep into and yet he can find plenty of milkshake to drink, sometimes I wonder if he’s mad but then he justifies his position on the whole milkshake scenario as if to make me look like a demented moron. The war of milkshakes shall be doused in the banana plains with flying banana milkshakes one might assume, yet it is in the unsuspecting toilet pits of Damascus that one can truly find peace and liberty not the banana plains surely?

Why not? Quizzed poor Quentin’s half brother who seems to suffer from insomnia and a bite from a rabid goat while he was leisurely taking a Saturday afternoon crap down Kelani River!

It just goes to show that we are but one, abiding in the same shittyness that makes our existence that much more special? Ever wondered the destiny of that poor piece of shit? No not Quentin man, im talking about the piece of shit that his half brother let rip on the kelani. Drifting into oblivion with nothing to impede upon it. The wide vast oceans before it, true freedom! Sure down river it may be, but a destiny of the oceans lies before him with the unknown starting back, what a great adventure for one little piece of shit! Yet here I am typing this in office wondering what exactly can I do to feel this way, feeling like shit so I have just proved is not always bad…. Truly freedom can be found in strange places!

The massai might have it good eating Zebra all day, but do you want to be running around with pointy sticks and shouting loo loo loo with rings on your lips that threatens to ensure you taste the dirt! I mean for god sakes what’s so fricking exotic about that?? I mean, is it really cool to be free like the Massai living off the land and shit, take a step back and think about it…… how would you feel or what would you say when you take a stroll in the morning no sneakers to protect and you step on a fresh leopard dropping, it squeeshes underneath your foot and the closest river is 6 miles away and the grass is all you got to wipe ur foot on, leaving traces of leopard shit between your toes! So…. Do you want to be part of the Massai?? Oh so you think that’s cool eh? Hermit!

Brings me to the point of Hitler, a man who I think was great. Why great you may wonder after killing all those Jews. Good question. We’ve all fucked something up or someone up at some point. But has anyone fucked up so much in human history! Here’s a man who has done absolutely everybody in someway…. Wow! Crazy bastard but hey, can anyone match that?

Boy scouts piss me off man, what a bunch of pussies trying to be the outdoor types. Please….. you can’t play sports so you pretend to act cool by tying 25 types of knots! Shit that should get you laid someday I guess?

Ahh, all this has been very therapeutic to say the bloody least, was encouraged by the whackster to do this. Well, didn’t quite do it to the same extreme extent where nothing makes sense, something he likes to do on a regular basis. But fuck the boy scouts!!

Trample shit if it makes you happy

Take a bath on the kelani,

And remember nobody knows…. if the Massaii are actually happy with Saggy boobs, so let’s not assume….

Take care and God bless Ameri…. Sri Lanka

IMF Standby Facility - Update 1

I've taken it upon myself to keep myself updated on a day to day basis on the negotiated IMF bailout of 2 Billion dollars. Most of this would be copy/paste + some of my concerns and observations. I beleive we should all be aware of the implications of taking money from the IMF, some of which i hope to write in future posts, in this regard i greatly appreciate some of the statements made by the president that we will not be selling off our national treasures in the process. The President playing hard ball is good. But is this just an act? or is it a genuine attempt that is hopelessly out of place given our reserves position?? we will find out in time.

Transcript of a Press Briefing by David Hawley, Senior Advisor, External Relations Department, International Monetary Fund - imf.org

QUESTION: I wanted to know what you can say about the conditions—the IMF may be considering on the loan to Sri Lanka, a nearly $2 billion loan and there's some discussion of whether they could use it to support the rupee. I also wanted to know whether there's any consideration by the IMF how funds are using given the current military conflict in the country.

MR. HAWLEY: Thank you. Discussions are still ongoing with Sri Lanka and are expected to continue over the next few weeks. They're focused on achieving the government's—in order words, Sri Lanka's policy goals which include rebuilding reserves, reducing the budget deficit and bringing about balance of payment sustainability.

QUESTION: I guess maybe this is kind of a naïve question, but in countries that are involved in—at the U.N. where I usually report from they had a Security Council meeting about the conflict and humanitarian effects of it. What sort of follow through or restrictions are placed such that it isn't—since money is fungible is not used for—or of support to military action?

MR. HAWLEY: I'm sorry. I haven't understood the question.

QUESTION: Since the country is involved currently in a military offensive in the northern part of the country that's given rise to at least one briefing at the U.N. Security Council, what provisions are in place to make sure that such a loan doesn't indirectly simply support military action?

MR. HAWLEY: Let me say—let me repeat what I just said. Our discussion are still ongoing with the Sri Lankan authorities on a possible program, so let us wait for the outcome of those discussions. Thank you very much—and because you were a late arrival, it's 10:30. Thanks a lot.

Beer Saturday

7 am and working on Red Bull assignment

Walking down main street Fort, blistering hot sun…

Gorgeous girl passes by leaving a fresh scent of perfume, I smell the Air…. Can you blame me?

JP & sons, buying a Spinning Reel and Rod for Sana…. Fuck! The throw net is only 2500 Rupees!

Mutton rolls from Barista, horseshit probably taste better! The bastards…..

101 Marotuwa toots his horn! Moron… packing the Cooler with Beer is somehow more fun than actually consuming it…. Like taking a girl’s shirt off, anticipation…..

Life deals a terrible hand to some…. God, how blessed I am…. ‘’one more for my brother please…’’ the poor boy cries out, 2 mutton rolls obviously not enough….

Indian imports are taking over & the Indo Lanka FTA clearly favors them. I’m reminded of this by how the very fabric of society has been taken over by ‘’Made in India’’. A picture worth a thousand words…….. Indian Bikes!

Fisherman’s Villa the sign read… I found myself in the kitchen of a Canadian Sri Lankan’s holiday home in Wadduwa…. Golf Cart, Pool, Basketball court, beach buggy, got the wrong place of course!

The fisherman’s Villa was gorgeous. The sandy floor of its open restaurant was comfortable on my oversized feet.

Freddy the German with a tattoo of ‘Sri Lanka’ and ‘Freddy’ in Sinhalese on his chest made me believe the UNP was conspiring with unseen German forces, the tattoo of an elephant below his right nipple clearly the cause.

Freddy poked his 2 cents and got a couple of shots of rum for his trouble. Amicable dude he was. This bloke was more patriotic about Sri Lanka than some Sri Lankan people know. ‘Shri Lanka Matha’ and all…… and even knew who Freddy Silva was….

Choppy waters, no fish, 2 bottle of rum and 18 bottles of beer

120 kmph down Galle road, Mr. Martinus clearly taken up by the ‘Go Kimi’ comments thrown at him, an inability to scent sarcasm can twist a mans mind into reckless driving I found out….

7 pm and working on Red Bull assignment

Media and the GSP+ Madness

I'm a little ticked off right now! some of you may prove me wrong and bring forth some proof documents and reports. But it doesn't really matter. I expect the media who keeps shouting about almost everything in this country (to their credit) to stop growing balls and grow a bit of brains. Harsh. Yes. But does it matter?

They can report so many things of such national importance day long like the Cricketers being the victims of a terrorist attack, the abduction of a little girl, the death of LW, how Mr. Ceylinco seems to have fucked everyone and how a little girl just died of a vaccination in Matara. But please explain how it is possible that i can't find a single article written about Minister Rohitha Bogallagama's visit to the EC (European commission) in late Jan, early Feb.

Let me illustrate why this fucking meeting was so important.
I'll let the data do the talking first.

SL Apparel Exports $Million
2003
EU - 777
US-1470

2004
EU - 985
US - 1539

2005
EU - 1014
US - 1633

2006
EU - 1153
US - 1630

2007
EU - 1448
US - 1595

2008
EU - 1604
US - 1508

Garment exports to the EU have grown by 106% since 2003. $827 Million. About 3% of our GDP. All this in just 6 years. More than 200,000 people work in the industry. Many of whom are sometimes the only bread winner of the family like myself. yeah, I'm the king of my castle now baby. Mom's retired and siblings are married. So, i take care of things at home.

Forget me, there are thousands of innocent village girls who carry the burden of feeding an entire family. sending their brothers and sisters to school and making sure their ailing parents get proper medical attention.

I guess the media does not find people dying of Hunger as report worthy as much as soldiers dying in machine gun fire or journalists being slain on the streets. Fuck y'all.

I had to search the net, read papers, call friends for a good 2 days to just be sure he went on the trip. let alone what the outcome of such a nationally important meeting was.

Where the Fuck was the media then?? i think y'all are just another bunch of biased imbeciles who will report anything that will sell you more papers.

Finally, after 2 days of trying to know if somawathi will have a job to feed her triplets who don't have a father who was reported missing in action, this is where i got to know the Hon. Minister even made the journey. Nope, couldn't find anything on any online local newspapers. I had to bloody crawl into a EU website of some sort to find out. No body seems to know either. This is a state of apathy of a new form. Economic apathy. Fuck the IMF bailout. If we focused on keeping the pressure on the politicians to own up to the 27 international conventions required to gain the GSP+ scheme, we wouldn't be needing constant bailouts. We'll have enough reserves flowing in from the EU Godammit!!! but, with the way things are going. You can bet arse that we might need another bailout sometime in the distant future. Trading our values resources like trinco, pilawoos and majestic city in return.

So... after all this. What happened at this meeting??
i dun fucking know!!

So special thanks to the Media for being on the ball.

Bad Day!

No not the song, accidentally deleted my Blogroll.....
The last 5 minutes have been painful trying to re-establish what seems to be an ocean of shit i like to read, (Shit can be used in the context of ''Good'' by me, hence the statement... ''Good shit'')

Brings me the point of realizing how much we depend on electronic databases...
Numbers on a phone
E mail contact list
ur blog
blogroll
hard disk... years of music, data
internet explorer favourites, ever formatted ur PC and come back to find out that ur 79 fav's are missing.... much of which u don't remember....??

**Fuck it, the machines are already waging a Cold war on humanity**

The best part is we don't even see it coming! Ring the bell's ya morons! this is a state of emergency.... Let's not leave it to Neo, let's screw the machines over with our own counter insurgency.....

Pencils
paper
Glue
typewriters
ink

Bring out the Armoury!!!! **Mel Gibson tone in Braveheart when he screamed his testicals off''

To you who stand with me on this day..... as a brother in battle against these ruthless machines you will forever be with me in paradise where i swear to share half of the virgins waiting on me!!!

Off to manually back up my phone numbers on my planner.....

Based on the Whacksters first comment on this post, i am willing to throw in an extra virgin in paradise to anyone who can come up with a way of manufacturing pencils, paper, glue etc. without the use of any machines..... May God be with you in this great cause!!

Democracy

Just read Indi’s post here. I must say its one of the most interesting posts I’ve read in sometime. A tone which transcended the usual attempt to baptize others by force into your own ideologies and in all accounts inspiring at a time when I’ve been reading up on some Latin American countries.

When I look at countries like Venezuela & El Salvador I’m inspired by the sheer magnitude of the ‘’people power’’ prevailing in these countries. Western media often tries to tarnish the ‘’Democracies’’ established in these countries, established at the cost of multinationals who controlled the resources of these countries prior to the establishment of the Chavez government for example. Such is the rich/poor divide in Venezuela that nationalizing the oil companies was the only way to bring about a more equitable society as it amounts to 90% of its export revenue and rid its lands from social injustice served to the weak and poor.

Like Indi mentioned, a democracy is only a democracy if the citizens in it chooses to act on their beliefs which goes beyond merely giving lip service. Apathy has no place in such a system.

In 2002 I believe, Chavez was overthrown in a coup. Within 2 days he was back in office. Simply because people chose to do just what they are suppose to do in a democracy. They took to the streets, laughed, waved flags, cheered each other on and in a epic moment of defiance surrounded the presidential palace in their hundreds of thousands to overthrow the people who orchestrated throwing of the ‘’Democratically’’ elected Chavez out. It was in a certain way sad; I wanted to see the same kind of passion in Sri Lanka. A time when the power certainly does rest with the people, when our leaders will not take for granted the power given to them by the people because the people choose not to be ignorant and cynical about the country and are proactive that power brokers would dare not abuse that hallowed obligation to represent the people.

I love this country. I pray that the masses would awaken. But I also understand that I can do far more to quench my own thirst in seeing this country prosper, I now understand that I am obligated to be a stakeholder in something much greater than satisfying my own mediocre dreams which would give me greater satisfaction and pride.

Jayawewa!!

I wonder what our Ministers go through just to get that perfect image for their campaigns. Bloody hell it must keep them up all night, thinking about how the perfect image would get them rolling into parliament. Spare some thought for the poor photographer, this is inherently a pretty shitty job.

Moddaaayaaaa!! Harako….! Kiwwa neda hariyata ganing kiyala……

And imagine how you need the perfect timing to have the president smile, at the perfect angle capturing your rosy face with a fake smile that you find hard to hold constantly coz your left cheek hurts like the butt cheek of a cute prisoner at Welikada. Screw national geographic capturing images of a frog caught mating with a preying mantis at such at an acute angle that the camera had to be virtually stuck between the poor frog’s legs. This task must be harder. And the president usually has so many people around him wanting to be caught on Camera ministers must be wondering.

AiiyoooooOOOO!!…… mooth ennawane methanama **** denna……….

And the screening process itself must be quite amusing I think. Imagine the opposition leader or any other politician going.

Chi….. meke tatte penawa
Apo, behe behe…. Tharahen wage…. Chhoooty lamai baya vei!

And then Eureka!!!

Ahhhhh…. Meka hodai…. Lassanta innawa…… Mage Bicep ekath penawa…..
Ela ela…..

The Pursuit of Truth, Justice and an equitable World

Here we are in this myriad of democracies
Tainted peace fashioned by bloodshed
The cries of the hungry not fed by the free market
Blinded? a fake illusion? Tell me Mr. Friedman?

‘’You shall see the truth and the truth shall set you free’’ – JC

The past couple of weeks have been an absolute eye opener to say the least. I’ve often read & learnt stuff that have completely changed my perspective about how the world works and the mediocre part we tend to play in it quite often.

For example, my fascination at Calculus at college! The secret ‘’WTF????’’ to my self at the time was in response to finding out how E=1/2MV2 can be derived through integration, and given that so many things are just the bloody result of this subject I thought I’d seen it all! It’s fucking Calculus that makes the world spin not ‘’Love’’ you faggots!! I told myself.

Example 2, reading rich dad poor dad! By Robert Kiosaki was it?
This book encapsulated something I’ve been waiting to hear in some subject at school or whilst doing my UG all in less than 300 pages of bewildering revelation of what has been right beneath my nose so to so to speak all this while. Every kid who dreams of driving his own BMW convertible ought to read this, the Wall street journal called this a must read for all millionaires. What it really does do is grab you out of the box, rid you of functional fixedness and teaches you to look at wealth accumulation in a totally new way, it’s an obvious revelation but its power is not to be underestimated if taken seriously.

Economics! Long years were spent in school laboring to grab a hold of Physics, Chemistry and math. And then Mr. Bora taught us Economics……. I now ask the vendor the price of 250 grams of tomatoes and grumble, my tongue unknowingly slandering one Mr. Cabraals unsuspecting mother. Enough said about econ I believe.

The latest revelation is centered on a series of books, videos and movies. Nope, can’t and not really in a mood to type the new found truth. Instead, just gonna list the things I’ve been going through. What it did was make me think twice about putting on my Nike sneakers on a weekend and Bite into em Big Mac’s and dream about naked Hawaiian women mud wrestling shouting….. ‘’Allooooohaaaaaaa!!’’

WTF??? (** what the fuck is wrong wit me I ask myself reading the last sentence**)

Confessions of an economic Hitman – John Perkins
Shock Therapy – Naomi Klein
A series of youtube videos on Milton Friedman, Noam Chomsky, and Keynesian economics, coupled with ‘’War Democracy’’ the documentary.

Shit Happens!

DEPEND

Incontinence
Fecal incontinence is the loss of regular control of the bowels. Involuntary excretion and leaking are common occurrences for those affected

Urinary incontinence (UI) is any involuntary leakage of urine. It is a common and distressing problem, which may have a profound impact on quality of life. Urinary incontinence almost always results from an underlying treatable medical condition.

Watch Your Diet = enough water, avoid caffeine, alcohol, tomato based products and grapefruit juice.
Watch Your Weight = intra abdominal pressure.
Keep Active = A positive attitude and activity has a severe impact on incontinence doctors have found.
Understand Available Treatments = Bladder Restraining, Medication to surgery!

But what if none of these works?
There was no solution to this problem until 1984 when Kimberley Clark came up with Depends adult diapers.

COMMERCIAL

In doing so capitalized on a huge market segment which consisted of 19million people in ONLY North America representing about 6% of the American population in 2008, which is expected to grow to 27 million by 2010.

However it’s important to also note that it is not only people with incontinence problems that use this product. Bed ridden patients have found this product to be of particular importance. Catheters can be used to solve urination problems. However fecal excretion is a problem with the use of bed pans which is uncomfortable for both patient and care giver.

Due to this blue ocean created by Kimberley Clark, the group churned out a staggering 850 million dollars from Depend sales, out of total net sales of 18Billion which amounts to almost 5% of total group revenue.

HUGGIES PULL-UPS

http://books.google.lk/books?id=xlPNB5HpRDIC&pg=PA196&lpg=PA196&dq=huggies+pull+ups&source=bl&ots=rqpCytrquQ&sig=lO9J8frlVNIxEAXMrJmH9UG7e3Y&hl=en&ei=BUeySdOJNdK1kAX3ytGqBA&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=7&ct=result

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Last 2 weeks, Trojan, infected laptop... no internet....
Meanwhile, these are my short notes for tommorows presentation on kimberley clark, kotex, depend and adults crapping themselves.....

God be with you.... and me......!

Post Tag Post

Tagged by our Indian friend here to post this, Wonder how tough this is going to be. I’m supposed to let rip 25 things that many people don’t know about me!

So here goes,
1. I do not have genitals warts. You can now breathe a sigh of relief.
2. I lust at the sight of Jessica Biel’s bum! Can you blame me??
3. The radius of my bum is larger than that of an average toilet seat. This helps me at least once a day.
4. I’m sometimes too optimistic about this country.
5. Sometimes too pessimistic.
6. I hate Sesame Street.
7. I love what a mess, remember the cartoon?
8. Unlike most guys I do not find blonde lesbians hot.
9. I lie sometimes.
10. Stark raving mad was my favorite comedy of all time.
11. It took me 15 minutes to write the 11th thing that people don’t know about me.
12. I do not find Beyonce hot.
13. I tell the truth sometimes.
21. I am often inspired by the Whackster’s posts.
22. Love Kiribath
23. Want to retire to a beach front house someday.
24. Ultimate bedtime song is breezing, George Benson
25. Starting to feel the pressure, an inner voice telling me ‘’grow up’’
26. Won a 6th Grade prize for mathematics.

So there…….!!

Chapter 3 : Hothead Responds

Continued from here.

He pressed the comm link button on the door. Willy slowly moved behind him.'Booo' Blue saidWhat they heard struck fear into their hearts like neither had ever experienced.

‘’Mokada Yako??’’…… The hothead’s retort popped a million questions into the less than average minds of poor Blue and will.

A few decades ago, when Viagra was neither invented nor required by will, he had majored in Archeology from the University of Colombo and the extra courses he took on the Sinhalese language left him with an in depth understanding of the origins of the Language. But he need not dig deep into his knowledge of the subject to realize that a hothead from Meepus could not possibly speak the language of his forefathers. Could it?

Er… wha.. wha.. what do we say? Will quizzed blue.

‘’Don’t panic you Idiot!’’ it might sense you’re fear… hell even I do!

Blue conjured up a ton of confidence and smoothly replied ‘’Ayubowan..!’’

There was silence in the room for a few moments that seemed to last an eternity.

Hotheads from meepus which require a couple of hundred Kalderon years to develop a fully functioning brain, which is the equivalent of 2 nano seconds on earth, have a tendency to be really intelligent when exposed to other inter galactic atmospheres. There are even rumors within high profile government intelligence agencies of a wormhole opening being at the root of a certain ‘’Theory or relativity’’.

Tragically for the new born hot head the blowing away of the ash on the right side of his brain had made it impossible for it to use its convertamorphis translatutory organ which was badly blown away. This made it impossible for him to learn intergalactic languages in a cohesive way which fed audible data into the convertamorphis translatutory organ in turn resulting in high speed adaptations to alien languages. The hotheads malfunctioning brain ensured that the audible data received were just spat out through his tubelular sucksion orifice.

‘’Maha Emathithuma, booruwek wage ke Gahanna epa…. Sirisa ekke ekathuwela karana weda api danne nehe kiyala hithuwada, Api konde bedapu Chinnoo neve harida do!!!!’’ The Hothead screamed!

Unknown to poor will and blue who were already terrified, the Hothead had tapped into a parliamentary discussion happening miles away through a meepusian process called ‘’eavesdropping’’ .

The full effect of the Viagra overdoes will had taken in just this morning was transcended by his sudden rush of blood from hearing what the Hothead had screamed.

‘’Ughh….’’ Poor will seemed to be gasping for Air.

There was a sudden thud on the wooden floor boards just outside the landing room as will suddenly lost consciousness, the rush of blood too much to bear.

Will!!!! Blue screamed…..

Bluetits rushed to Aid will, who was sprawled on the floor just a few feet away.


With Blue’s back turned on the hothead for a moment, the new born Meepusian lazily turned his head towards the laboratories right wing which contained a huge storage of ammonium hydroxide.

The hothead was now steadily reaching for the ammonium hydroxide containing right wing even as blue tried to shake will into consciousness…….

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Enjoyed this shit! Onto Dee... :P

9.13 pm

Your voice resonates across the oceans
Calling me to dive into the murky blue
My spirit longs for the taste of your glory
The awe of your name on my lips

The rush of your warmth
Filling my heart with compassion
Living each moment, total dependence
I call unto you again

Won’t you take me in, call me by my name?
Let me know you go before me once again
Burning all doubt in the wake of your majesty
Help me conquer my own destiny

Here I am,
Here I am,
Let me shout out to you, give you everything I have

So here I am
Here I am,
God take me in your arms and let me fly, be all I can

Forever is just a whisper
In a long night of conversation
Help me to remember, the giver of my salvation
And in this moment in history
Unlock my spirit…. My Destiny, the promised Victory….

NINE WORDS WOMEN USE

Reading Sab's post here, i couldn't help but put this up.... a forward i received sometime back that got me cracking, i guess this should justify to a certain extent why men tend to have commitment issues, some at least..... This is something i guess what these ''some'' have to... commit to i guess.... *RPS been fired by women..... a certain rocket propelled shit*

(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').

(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F-- YOU!

(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.

What makes this the worst since 1929?

''This is part of a publication by the Economist, which paints a pretty grim picture for the world economy.... we already knew we were in deep trouble, but love the way they have quantified the extent to which we are in trouble with the use of a few masterly quoted statistics and forecasts''

The current crisis will be the worst since 1929-32. This is reflected in the following string of unenviable
records. If you need arguments in your budget/planning meetings for just how bad things are, here they
are:

• for the first time in 100 years or more, all the G-7 economies will report negative GDP growth;
• more countries will report negative and/or falling growth in 2009 than ever before in history;
• The granting of new loans at the start of 2009 is at their lowest level since 1930;
• US and UK treasury yields are the lowest they have been since 1945;
• UK interest rates at 1.5% (January 2009) are at their lowest level since 1694 when the Bank of
England was created;
• for the first time in 50 years German and Austrian bonds did not sell fully at first auctions;
• US job losses in 2008 totalled 2.5mn – the worst fall since 1945;
• the fall in stock market values globally in 2008 was the worst since 1929;
• the fall in values of emerging markets was the worst since 1945;
• the fall in commodity prices has been the steepest and quickest since records began in 1956;
• the rate of fall in transport costs have been the fastest in history. The Baltic Exchange Dry Index rose
from 2,000 points to 12,000 in 6 months during 2008 but then fell to below 2,000 in just 6 weeks;
• Container cargo trade between Asia and Europe has fallen for the first time in history;
• In November 2008 Japanese industrial output fell 8.1% month on month – the worst figure since
1953 (most global markets reported shocking industrial figures in November);
• the Japanese company Toyota reported its first profit loss in the company’s history;
• In the third quarter of 2007 Volvo trucks sold 41,970 trucks in western Europe; in the third quarter of
2008 they sold 115 trucks (a fall of 99.7%).

And worst of all, lipstick sales are up! It is a well known indicator that during economic crises, lipstick sales (and cosmetic sales overall) do well and often rise. This was first noted in 1929-32 and again in 2008 cosmetic sales held up well. This would seem to be due to women deciding they need to cheer themselves up and perhaps make themselves more attractive for their menfolk. This is a pleasing thought.

Alas the consumption of cheap alcohol also rises during crises, consumed mostly by men. Sadly the men may be more often too drunk to notice how pretty their womenfolk look.

Eduardo! Eduardo! - Gunnerific

A feeling so strong that i am finding it difficult to express the full extent of the emotion,

In a nutshell 2 words.... ''Fucking orgasmic''

Arsenal 4 - 0 Cardiff City

Why i'm this happy after going to bed at 4 am after watching Arsenal play Cardiff city on Justin TV on the net, coz star sports India are a bunch of arseholes one may wonder.....

1. It was ages since i saw Arsenal play the brand of football i love. Almost Brazilian, i guess the emirates hosting the friendly between Brazil and Italy a week earlier had somehow rubbed off on the grass some strange ability for the gunners to suddenly be quick on their feet.

2. Kick off to final whistle, attacking football.....

3. Aduardo!! He was clearly my fav strike partner for Van persie when he kind of broke his leg like crazy last feb, clinical finisher, henry like, Brazilian born, 2 goal performance last night....

4. Screw the media/Critics..... we're playing wit flair again!

5. Eduardo hugging fitness coach, the emotion......

6. The fans, singing Eduardo!! Eduardo!! most of the night.... 60,000 fans, need to get on a plane to London fast, and my cousin has the balls to say he passes the emirates everyday to work!

7. First win in 4 games,

** just wanna get drunk and just scream right now......... ** was singing F*** off Dhoni at the T20 last week, just wanna do a stirring rendition on ''F*** off Cardiff**, get back to fricking wales you bottom dwellers..... Manchester United..... we're...... coming...... after....... you..........

Kamikaze!

I can almost taste in the Air the feeling of how those brave japaneese pilots lined up to fly into pearl harbour. Never had something like this been tried before by them and all possibilities considered it was unlikely they would come out of it alive. Gulp! Gulp! Banzai Shot!! Banzai Shot!!

i've taken my own shot of vodka secretly stashed in the kitchen.... even as i flew into my own pearl harbour/Waterloo, my retarded naighbours evil Dog started to howl into the night Air as if making a warning shout trying to warn the blogsphere about the shit thats about to hit them, screw him!!

Yes.... i can't sing, not since a 2nd grade attempt of singing humpty dumpty have i lined up in public to wage vocal warfare on any audiance, seriously.... this is not my thing, strumming a few chords.... i can manage, merge the 2 and you are likely to get a pretty mediocre performance, but still.... i love this song like shit and Dee Cee showed us what bravery was all about today, but anyway.... here goes....

Location Confirmed!

Bretheren,
So this is an open invi to anyone who'd ike to Join us,
The previous post pretty much explains what its all about!

Tomorrow 7pm,
Joint down Vander wath place in Dehiwala,
I know unsilent, whack, RSZ, fallen, Finrod, jerry? etc are gonna be there.... so feel free to Join us!

Bring some booze and anything else you'd like to consume.....

Good times!!
My P

Bachelor War Cry

May we make light of this night
While girls and boys mingle
Make love and care never to be single
Watch the earth revolve, the sun go down
Wrapped in a transparent silo called Love

The worlds a buffet of beautiful beings
Each adds flavor to this cocktail of lust
To Salads and Fruits, why simply settle?
Red meat to fresh pickle, choose IF you must

To you my brethren
Of this mighty Bachelor Clan
Please seek out this divine freedom plan
No calls to answer, no alibis to give
Vindication not needed, you can be your own man!

So on this night while the blind make merry
Let us rejoice the light, a good ol bachelor Life
Buy your own beer, Sing your own Song
I hereby invite thee to a drunken celebration, a bachelor bash tonight!

Date – 14th February
Time – 7 pm…?
Location – Consensus required

The Emirates - North London

Got these Pics off the Offcial gunners website, Highbury was special and i always thought a modern stadium will not quite fill the void left by the old place so full and rich in history. But, the Emirates seems likes its catching up fast..... These pics are georgeous, wish i was in North London to catch the gunners live!

The Poverty of Nations

What started off as yet another random conversation about the system we live in ended up in arousing an interest in me to actually work for the World Bank and somehow eradicate unbalanced growth in today’s global economy…. Someday…..

The gist of the conversation I had with a haut Muslim blogger starts off like this….

Based on this movie, where it questions the current banking system which lends money to burrowers and expects an interest on the capital we can effectively say that if an amount X is injected into the system an amount X+ Interest is demanded back from it, (Think circular flow of money) meaning if the global economy is looked at in its entirety an amount is demanded back from it which previously did not exist. From where does the extra money come from??

You guessed it; the only way is for individual burrowers or beneficiaries of this financial system to pay back Capital plus interest is to take from the others to pay off their own debt. This system guarantees that some will default, foreclosures are a given and the players who know to play the system best wins. The rules of the game are created in the form of economic policy where one country maneuvers its way to prosperity at the cost of another. How well you know to play this system called capitalism will determine how rich you become. This is why continental Africa will almost never prosper, the current world order does not see itself benefitting by helping the continent boom. Instead it ravages its resources in such a way that maximum benefits are bestowed upon its own economies.

The bottom line is, some will be better at this game than others. This creates what the World Bank calls ‘’Unbalanced Growth’’. They even try to eradicate it I’ve learnt. As sad it seems entities like the World Bank and the IMF play a huge role in shaping the global economic landscape. Maybe there will be room for couple more economists who want to work towards the betterment of LDC’s.

From a macro level, economic policy and implementation will determine the injections and leakages of each individual country and the structure of it, either benefitting the country or being detrimental to it. At a micro level it gets even more interesting, corporations reap profits at the cost of consumers driven by greed who default on their mortgage payments or credit card bills. Is this not a system, capitalism…. Which ensures some will succeed and others will surely fail??

While my fellow blogger was more intent on finding a solution to this system and creating a better world, I have to admit I was more interested in mastering the system in its current form. However, working towards eradicating the inefficiencies of this system as a World Bank or IMF employee globe trotting across exotic countries does appeal to me…. Hhmm…

British Hooligans

You have got to admit it! The Average British Hooligan is the most admired of its kind. I mean think about it. A Sri Lankan or Indian version of this would be shunned away from society and forget about making movies about them and giving then the kinda coverage on tele. They are so much cooler!
It’s not the same when you hear an Indian say ‘’Hee is a furrking cunt’’ about an Aussie…. But that good ol British accent combining with eccentric facial expressions and sheer hatred towards anything better than they are at anything saying ‘’You F***ing CUNT!!’’ is amazing,

Hanging out long enough at locations like The Cricket Club or Cheers watching England being bowled out for 51, you are most likely to catch a glimpse of a whole bunch of these hooligans, educated ones at that!! Met a guy working at the British council once, doctorate in English???? WTF? His doctorate was put to sword as he blurted out an array of words that made him the ideal Hooligan similar to those found in grounds across Europe on away matches with the English football team on show. Enjoyed it though!!

Snatch!! Why do people love snatch??? The language….. The slang…..
Can’t wait for the day to join with a bunch of these guys and sing ‘’F*** OFF, Ashley Cole, he’s an F***ing asshole… repeat repeat…. ‘’

The Evil that men do

Daylight dawned upon existence
Only to light up the world to sin
Misguided right to freedom
Was choice a gift or a curse?

Concealing shame and birth in pain
Will we ever be the same again?
The creation of God, struck down by man
Had you not envisioned this destiny beforehand?

Littered skies, fallen angels
The upper ether a highway to earth
Engulfing man with carnal desire
A broken bridge, a relationship

Death and destruction
Rage, impure passion
The light of day, no longer hide
A withering creation gasping for life

Scores of souls, damned forever
The pits of hell a flourishing empire
A beast besieged by peace and love
The prince of earth as well as hell

The prince of peace and of love
A chord of steel across the bridge
The evil that men do shall not prevail
A kingdom foretold, a prince to come

In fond remembrance of better times!