I'm a Boy!

A work by Pete Townshend, musician, primary songwriter for The Who, creator of the greatest Rock Operas ever, and all-in-all bad boy! :)

One girl was called Jean Marie

Another little girl was called Felicity

Another little girl was Sally Joy

The other was me, and I'm a boy

My name is Bill and I'm a headcase

They practice making up on my face

Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear

Spend ages taking hairpins from my hair

I'm a boy, I'm a boy

But my ma won't admit it

I'm a boy, I'm a boy

But if I say I am I get it

Put your frock on Jean Marie

Plait your hair Felicity

Paint your nails, little Sally Joy

Put this wig on, little boy

I'm a boy, I'm a boy

But my ma won't admit it

I'm a boy, I'm a boy

But if I say I am I get it

I wanna play cricket on the green

Ride my bike across the street

Cut myself and see my blood

I wanna come home all covered in mud

I'm a boy, I'm a boy

But my ma won't admit it

I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy

I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy

I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy

Funneh Pic!

I'm not sure whether I'm violating a copyright or something by posting this up, but it sure grabbed my attention and is kinda funnier than most of the "tag your friends" pics that people upload on FB these days...

Disturbing Torture Dream

Originally Published at 4:32 AM, Republishing coz it won't appear on my RSS feed! :/

I just spontaneously woke up from a dream and decided this needed to be written down, hope my parents don't wake up and accuse me of being addicted to the computer or something (I complained of eye pain last night and my mom was like "don't be on that thing 24/7" and i agree with her!)

So my dream; here goes nothing!

long post warning!

It started slow [OMG mom's alarm's ringing!!!] with me looking at the sky from the back yard and seeing a plane approaching. See, our back yard looks towards Rathmalana, so seeing a plane is no big deal, but this one, on coming closer, turns out to be an F16!!!! and I'm like "Whoa! Where did we find the money to buy one of those?" :/ so when talking F16, the first thing they [who? me?] talk about is "maneuverability" and so this plane starts doing the loops and you know general air-show crap. (don't get me wrong, I love air-shows)

So somehow the scene shifts to my father's birthday, which we're having in the back verandah!? K, that's a first! and then I see 3 F16's doing the loopy things, and we take a quick picture of thaththi and the birthday cake, then start videoing the planes. And we're like 2 seconds in when one of them crashes into a tall building!!! (there aren't any tall buildings there in reality, but this ain't reality! so...) and we're all like "OMG!!!" and mom's saying something plain silly like "see the people walking in the runway? (again, in reality we're far faaaar away from Rathmalana, we don't see no runway, but...) they have to avoid those and crash anywhere else they like!" (and yea I know how stupid that sounds... but since it's my dream, attribute all the stupidity to my subconscious thought process!)

So anyway, I dunno the scene "fades" out [not really, I've just forgotten] to one where my cousins and I are trapped in a prison! and we're like arguing what to do...

The elder (my favorite aiya) tells us that there's no choice, we gotta go with the clean cut butcher who maims us with his sword [dark, I know!!!] and sends us to hospital! and then the others are like "yea, I'm with you" and the jailers are like "come eat your last meal" and I'm like "I don't want to live thru so much pain, I'm going to the executioner, who never sends anyone out alive!!!" and then I meet my father and grandfather who are visiting the prison, and I ask my father "why the hell are we in jail?" and he's like "yall brought this onto yourselves" and I'm like "what??? we murdered someone or something???" and he's like "I told you not to do heroin!!" and I'm like "what the!!!" and then I see mom, and I'm like crying and telling her to tell dad that I don't do drugs and she's awesome, and tells my dad that I never even drink, let alone do drugs... and I'm like happpieeeeeh!!! and then my grandfather, and he's again like "yall brought this onto yourselves!" and I'm again like "wtf did we do???" and he accuses me of stealing a "pipe" used for a "poojawa" (yeah, i totally don't get this) to "smoke" heroin! and again, I'm like a) I don't "smoke" anything! let alone heroin and b) you don't need a "pipe" to do heroin, you just snort it right? (not sure though, the woman in "Role Models" says it's snorting) and again I'm like crying and hugging my mom and she backs me up...

and I wake up, almost crying! and decide to write this! now the whole world knows! :/ and FYI I don't have any "issues" with any of my close family, which is why this is more disturbing to me than seems. I'm wondering what triggered my head to show me this B grade film tonight... (last night?) maybe it was that Kamaranka (I dunno if that's the correct spelling) cutting thing we did last night, maybe not... anyway, I'm like :S here!

Mada Greetings

One of the fastest growing applications on the Sri Lanka network [ok... citation needed here] is the "Mada Greetings" and "Sinhala Flirt" apps. Although the code is nothing new (you can even make your own gift application using the program used to generate these apps) the content is fresh and 100% Pure Sri Lanka!

I especially like the fact that they've included some of the most memorable characters from Sinhala dubbed cartoons of the past, most notably from Doctor Hondahitha! :)

Here are a few screenshots:

adding applications should be done at your own risk. most of the apps on FB are data mining apps used to buildup a hude database with your personal data! consider yourself warned! :P

Knocking on Heaven's Door

Disease has a post dedicating all the bloggers a song each, and it reminded me of this old thing that I had posted sometime back on facebook, something like what Messiah of Madness did in this post. So since you're supposed to "Tag 10 friends." I tag all my fellow bloggers who have enough time to do this thing... and I know most of yall do! :P haha

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag 10 friends.
5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.
6. Have Fun!

IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?
9999999 tears - dicky lee

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
name - goo goo dolls

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
revolution - the beatles

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
i'll be back - the beatles

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
speed of sound - coldplay

WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?
one tree hill - u2

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
complicated - avril lavigne

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
dare you to move - switchfoot

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
breathless - shayne ward

WHAT IS 2 + 2?
shiver - coldplay

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
money, money, money - abba

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
i will follow - u2

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
heaven forbid - the fray

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
rain - breaking benjamin

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
voodoo child - jimi hendrix

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
collide - howie day

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??
what is life - george harrison

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
mrs. robinson - simon and garfunkel

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
rain - the beatles

WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
peggy sue - buddy holly

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
the shock of the lightning - oasis

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
knocking on heaven's door - guns n' roses

And guys! No cheating ah? :D

-_-

I was going to write a post about how scared I was of lightning, and even made some equations for the post, but *yawn* got a little bored with what was basically a physics lecture disguised as a story. hmmm... :)

parts of what I was working on:

R = ρl/A

I = V/R

nice no? hehe :P

Edit: Found this out just now... Sri Lanka's pretty much a lightning hotspot.

I screwed up 69% of my teenage life!

This was floating around in Facebook, but I decided to fill it up and post it here coz Facebook is truly screwed up now that it's become a twitter clone or something. As someone aptly put it "Facebook's got a personality disorder!" ;D

[x] Gotten detention.
[ ] Gotten your phone taken away in class.
[ ] Gotten suspended.
[ ] Gotten caught chewing gum.
[ ] Gotten caught cheating on a test

Total: 1

[x] Arrived late to class more than 5 times.
[x] Didn’t do homework over 5 times
[x] Turned at least 3 projects in late
[x] Missed school cause you felt like it.
[x] Laughed so loud you got kicked out of class.

Total : 6

[x] Got your mom / dad etc. to get you out of school.
[ ] Texted people during class.
[x] Passed notes.
[x] Threw stuff across the room.
[x] Laughed at the teacher.

Total : 10

[ ] Pulled down the Fire Alarm.
[x] Went on Myspace , Facebook , Xanga , etc. on the computer at school.
[x] Took Pictures during school hours.
[x] Called someone during School hours.
[ ] Listened to an iPod , CD , etc... During class.

Total : 13

[x] Threw something at the teacher
[x] Went outside the classroom without permission.
[ ] Broke the dress code.
[ ] Failed a class.
[x] Ate food during class.

Total : 16

[x] Gotten a call from school.
[ ] Couldn’t go on a field trip cause you behaved badly.
[x] Didn’t take your stuff to school.
[ ] Gotten a detention and didn't go.
[x] Stuck up your middle finger at a teacher when they were not looking.
[x] Cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear

Total : 20

[x] Faked your parents signature
[x] Slept in class
[ ] Cursed at a teacher to their face
[x] Copied homework

Total : 23


MULTIPLY BY THREE : 23 x 3 = 69%

I don't think any of those were screw-ups! I was just a boy being a boy!! :D and yea, I am regretting getting detention and not NOT going! ;D hehe

And that's what they call Thomian grit!

Have you seen the Thomian boys' tent when Thora is almost down and out, and all hope seems lost? If you have, then you'd understand why it's pretty hard to beat these 3000 stubborn little tykes from Mount when it comes to enthusiasm. They're always up and dancing, singing their brilliant old songs backed by the paparé, and doing the Thora paara at regular intervals. And the famed Thomian Grit certainly showed in the second innings, as both Saleem and Nirru made exceptional centuries. Certainly what we needed was a captain's knock, and that's exactly what we got!

So whatever happens tomorrow, and I'm not ruling out a Royal victory, our boys will always be up and cheering, because we do love our lovely lovely STC no matter what!

Special congratulations to my classmate Nirrushan, on a brilliant unbeaten knock of 103. Lead us to a win mate!

Esto Perpetua!!! :)

Rainy Nights and Eddie Rabbitt

*Warning: Explicit Thomian naivete and lameness coming your way*

Well, at the end of play yesterday, we were kinda in dire straits. 54 for 4. This in reply to a mammoth Royalist 1st innings total of 313 for 9. And it rained last night. I DO love rainy nights, and love Eddie's song about rainy nights too. Especially the lines:

"showers washed all my cares away, I wake up to a sunny day"

So hopefully today will be a sunny day for Thomian batting, and our captain will score something substantial this time, something that has eluded him in the past big matches. And maybe some of that magical 'Thomain Grit' will show in today's play ;)

GO THORA!!!
:)

Thora FTW!

The big match is happening in 3 days time, and everyone's getting ready with the essentials: the tents, the papré bands and obviously the booze. Disease has an interesting article about what makes people travel thousands of miles, leaving behind their families and jobs, just to come and watch the spectacle.

The Thomians are definitely the underdogs this year, but aren't we always? :) The outcome of the big match cannot be merely predicted by statistics alone. There's so much passion and expectation going into the match that star players might underperform due to the stress and youngsters might lead their teams to a win. It's like the world cup final of school cricket one might say. All this uncertainty makes the big match one heck of a game of cricket, and even if the action in the middle gets pretty slow and boring, there's plenty more to keep the eyes happy all day... ;)

Enjoy the big match everyone!

Esto Perpetua

A Bad case of blogger's block...

I'm not much of a spontaneous person, so unless something big happens and I feel an urge to write it down, you wouldn't find any posts from me which I hadn't carefully cut and chopped and made as non-offensive to anyone as I can. The post about the news presenter was a kinda joke so it doesn't count... :)

Anyway, since overthinking is my thing, I thought about many things to blog about. My adventures with my friends was the obvious first choice, until I realised that I never accompanied my friends on anything adventurous. This is big match season, and all of them must be climbing over walls and getting chased by angry cops... and I, a free man, a school child no more, can just join 'em right? no problems from school, no suspensions, no scene! But I don't. and I don't know why. It's simply inexplicable.

The second thing I thought about writing was chicks, and how Facebook has changed the mating game. Well, it hasn't for me. If not for the internet I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have missed so many real world opportunities. Here's how picking up a girl with Facebook goes: You see a girl, you find out her name through 'other' sources, you search her up on Facebook, see she's not a member, slap yourself hard and begin to cry... This IM/Facebook culture has destroyed the art of meeting, greeting and getting the phone number. Damn... :S

The third, obviously veering into political territory, was a condemnation of the attack on our cricketers. Here are 15 kids that every freaking Sri Lankan loves... no matter how divided we are, we'd all watch the match on the TV together. We'd cheer together when our boys did well, but would never go and burn their houses if the lost, would we? Unlike some of our neighbours. And according to what Mahela was saying on the Telly yesterday, if that one rocket had hit the bus and not some lamppost, we would've lost them. Our heroes, our symbols of unity... gone in a few seconds! imagine that... I sure don't want to.

Yep, well atleast I blogged about not being able to blog and got a rather decent post out of it. woot! :)