It's all for moments like this

Bai Class Saha Wenath Katha

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I just realized that my dad accelerates the car when he sees someone crossing the road far ahead. He’s so awesome.

By the way, there’s this fat bastard of a cop directing traffic at the Welikada, Rajagiriya intersection who doesn’t know shit as to how not to cause traffic. Like, stopping the traffic directed towards the suburbs during the evening whilst sending the traffic into Colombo which is very light at that time & vice versa in the morning. Someone shoot that son of bitch for me? Please? kthx.


Is it just me or were the Cyanide & Happiness: Depressing Week 3 overly disgusting? I mean, I love their comics, but those were like.. faark. Anything can be made funny as George Carlin, bless his soul, made ‘rape’ sound hilarious, I guess. But then again, that incest comic was fucking weird. O_o


Fuck you, Department of Education/Examinations. Why do you buggers want to fail us? Why are your exams so bitchin’ hard? I fucking hate you. -_- We have this, oh, brilliant teacher. He teaches us “science”, right? (Science is in basic terms, biology, physics & chemistry; an all in one subject. Gay, I know. But that’s how it is in Sri Lanka.)Yeah.. So he doesn’t teach us much, but reads the government issued text book as if we’re a bunch of illiterate n00bs. Pfft. So anyway, he gives us these retarded examples, right? Like he picks on this fat dude in class who was smart, who’s a school House Prefect. The fella wasn’t there in class during some fight that had occurred during recess or something like that & his excuse was that he was in the restroom. So that became his reason to pick on the guy.

e.g:- “Now if we hadn’t had someone like <name> we’d surely have been better off, nehda?.” *faggoty smile/laugh*

The whole grade doesn’t like him much. He’s the only teacher who swears, too. xD
Most of the time he’s like, “All of you must be thinking I’m some kind of a ponnaya, no?” Bloody hilarious, I tell you.

Too bad that we’ll have to leave all those behind when we leave at the end of this year, though. I’m going to miss school. Oh.


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September 25, 2009 at 6:32 am

Kirk-Out, yo.

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Three months left. & it gets closer & closer.. Bloody procrastination gets the better of me. Every single time. Phukut!

Meh. I should hit the books soon. Buuut, there’s a problem.. I’m going to lose my time that I spend reading & that’s just damn unfair. Lately I’ve been reading quite a number of Robert Ludlum & Frederick Forsyth novels, The Bourne Identity & The Fist of God, amongst others. Should move on to Stephen King’s Dreamcatcher now..

By the way, Makuluwo! I agree with you on the fact that Spock(when he’s not with those pointy fucking ears.) of Startrek looks much better than Kirk, whatever his real name is. Kirk looks.. ordinary? O_o But I’ll give him credit for that “Kirk-out” anyday. It was unexpected & altogether hilarious! 😀 & No, I’m not a queer, I’m just not homophobic, if you seem to have any doubts.

Moving on.. Cricket. Ah don laike it. Okay, I do, but not an avid OH-MA-FUCKING-GAWD-CRICKET!-FUCK-ME! kind of fan. So Sri Lanka’s playing the third(I think) Test against the Kiwi’s at SSC, & I over-heard someone saying that some buggery umpire was fucking around like a faggot. He apparently had given a wicket to them Z’s when the ball hadn’t even hit the bat & hadn’t given two fucking clean-outs to us Lankans. Now that’s what I call motherfucking partiality. Bastards.

Anwayz0rz, it’s fucking HOT down here although it’s really windy today. I hope it rains cats & dogs & kill this furnace like heat. >.<

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September 1, 2009 at 2:10 am

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OMFG, Mannequins!

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Do you have any idea how scary mannequins are? No? Well, let me tell you; they scare me shit-less.

I doubt even James Bond wouldn’t be either. Seriously. Imagine going back to your hotel room after an assassination & when you open the door there’s ‘someone’ standing behind the door*. Er, yeah. In the case of Bond, that ‘person’ will be shredded to strips of bacon in roughly around two damn seconds.

*-Insert Bond theme if necessary. Chris Cornell’s “You Know My Name” would be most appropriate. 😉

But that’s not the point. The point is that, the ‘person’ turns out to be a fucking mannequin!

That’s exactly what happened to me. Sans the Bond moments with the balls-out shoot out & stuff, although that would have been like.. The Sex, yeah. Tahah.

Anyway, what’s up with this goddamned mannequin I asked myself. Apparently belongs to my mom’s store. Yeah, you heard right. It’s meant to be used to be dressed in Indian sarees & stuff. Pah! My immature dreams in having it ‘killed’ just went down the drain.

Oh well. Maybe I could use it for rifle practice someday. Now that would be pure awesomeness, wouldn’t you say?

This is one reason why you oughtn’t take the largest room in the house even if it’s being offered. Try waking up every morning & seeing the silhouette of a person & nearly have a damn cardiac arrest when you’ve actually seen a bloody mannequin.

So I advice you, do NOT. You’ll so fucking regret it for the rest of your life. When your annoying, loathsome relatives come over they make camp in your damn room & ruin it and make it the filthiest motherfucking room in the whole damn house. I need my room to be absofuckinglutely spick & span & they just make it hell in there. Or maybe it’ll become a store-room to keep luggage in, which is totally uncool.

Edit: Thanks for pointing out the mistake in the name of the song, She Who Eats Cookies. 🙂

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August 26, 2009 at 6:01 pm