Welcome to Sri Lankan Bloggers
I did a search for SL Bloggers before, but that was a long time ago. I remember they were pretty sparse and uber-geeky, so it’s nice to see some humans online. A few even seem to be that rarest of stripes, female. Mahangu has welcomed (converted?) them to the net, and I too would like to say hello. It is toujours fun to watch who links to you, by the way.
Outlets and Vents
Tinkerbell
Scribbles Galore and
Cable Sucks
Outlets and Vents and Scribble Galore are my favorites because they involve conspicuous (and hopefully frequent) bitching about the pathetically lecherous males of Colombo. I’m told that Sri Lankan men are complete asses, but I really never see anything – so it’s nice to have a sorta window:
Walking down a street in Colombo is an exhilarating experience for us females – alone, or in a group. Its simply FASCINATING to see how 99% of all male species who pass you WILL comment, WILL try to touch, WILL whistle …. just basically do something. Even if they’re in a vehicle you can always count on the famous ‘toot’.
Yes I know you can whistle (Your mother must be so proud)
Yes I know you’re aware that your vehicle is capable of making a loud beep at your request (You’ve done so well with your life)
Yes I know that you so believe that females are there to letch on or pass a comment at (Shaa … congrats ….. what’s it like there in the stone age? )
I generally prefer girl-blogs cause they tend to write about life rather than the nuts-and-bolts of blogging or being a geek (which I do enjoy, in quanties). I also like girls better, but that has nothing to do with it.
Sri Lankans traditionally light a lamp to start any ceremony, such as the lamp above. I use this image not because I am a cheesy sentimental bastard, but simply because it happened to be on the camera and it’s a better fit than the other photos of Wimal Weerawansa in a fresh haircut and pink shirt. I attended some anonymouse event today, and by attend I mean in the same sense as a waiter or a driver. It was either at a gay-bar or a hotel, take your pick of imaginary venue. With Wimal it’s entertaining either way. I have only 1 or 2 snarky observations.
# Norweigans sound like computers
# Norweigans are really nice and I’m sorry I said that
# I’m hungry
# What is this nasty dried fruit in the cake?
I guess if I wanted to give these blogs a fully Sri Lankan hello I’d invite a Chief Guest and take down everyone’s blogs for 3 hours until they arrived. Barring that, welcome, and please update more than I do. I shall add you to my Thunderbird Feedreader as soon as my 3000 Gmail messages download.
I started off not really liking General Sarath Fonseka, him being part of the aggressive war effort. I didn’t support the war (largely cause I thought it would fail), and I thought Gotabhaya Rajapaksa and Fonseka were gleefully stomping everything. Fonseka even came out and said “I strongly believe that this country belongs to the Sinhalese but there are minority communities and we treat them like our people,” in 2008 (
General Sarath Fonseka was arrested on a bunch of trumped up charges, but mainly for daring to threaten Mahinda in a Presidential election. Despite his poor health, Fonseka was arrested in February 2010 and sentence to three years. Word on the street now, however, is that he’ll be released soon. Like any day now. President Mahinda Rajapaksa has told 
I’ve been testing a lot of apps. A very interesting one is iPlayboy, from Playboy magazine. It’s bad porn but a good magazine, especially since you can read issues from its cultural heyday – the Mad Men era of the 60s.
I’m going to get back to blogging. I buy a shitload of stuff on my iPad. Not that I like spending money, and the exchange rate terrifies me, but it’s just so easy, and so good. For example, I’ve been reading comics again. Spiderman, and 
Those girls are right, last year Lanta and I went to Kandy with his parents to visit relatives and the guys over there really are dickheads. We were just walking around enjoying the view and these jackasses whistled at me and hollered out something I couldn’t understand. Lanta cleared his throat, walked over to the guy who said it and just beat his ass the fuck up, his friend just stood watching horrified as the jackass got the beat down of his life. Lanta told me later that the idiot had commented on my booty and wanted to fuck me.
What kind of dumbass says that shit to a girl in front of her man? Well he’s not the brightest crayon in the box that’s for damn sure and he deserved it. I also want to mention that I should have expected something like this to happen cause like the Nationl Lampoon movies his family never has and never will have a “normal” family vacation, something bad always happens.