Archive for March, 2009


Simple Sins

Shout out to mah man Seredib Ahl! Yo yo.


Oh, okay.

On to the list.

  1. Me
  2. The voice in my head
  3. Voice. Not voices. I’m no schitzo freak, you mentally unstable parasites upon society.
  4. Oh yeah, three was supposed to be Rainbows. Or something like that. Lollipops, Sunshine etc.
  5. Dammit. Four is…. The internet. And five is Music.
  6. Walking about aimlessly.
  7. But only for a while.
  8. Lieing in bed on a cold day.
  9. Pointing out other people’s typos.
  10. Laughing at non-techy people making mistakes.
  11. Necrophilia.
  12. Using words I don’t know the meaning of.
  13. Talking.
  14. Silence.
  15. Disturbed.
  16. Alter Bridge.
  17. Britne- Wait. This isn’t the ‘Fav artistes’ tag is it? Oh… Er…. The countryside. Yeah.
  18. But then… Is ‘The Internet’ a simple pleasure? I’ll assume so.
  19. Brokeback Mou- It’s not the movies tag either is it? O-Kay…
  21. Making corny jokes/looking stupid.
  22. Eating ice cubes.
  23. The wind.
  24. Peppermint, wind and THEN eating ice cubes! Frostbitten tongue, my friend.
  25. You.
  26. Blogging!

Okay so maybe not all are so simple. Stop being a complexity nazi.

Again, I have nobody to tag since I always get these things last, being at the bottom rung and all. Yeah, you only see the dusty, decaying link to ‘A Sort of Beautifu…’ on the most shadiest of blogs. The kind of blogs that you wouldn’t want to run into in a dark alley.

Till next time, Cheerio!


Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Happy

I have made a groundbreaking discovery. Well not literally breaking the ground, but it’ll at least shake the ground a bit from all the people stomping their feet on it out of indignation. Indignation at what, you ask? I shall tell you, right after these announcements –

I have chucked the hutch. Picked up an Airtel to replace it as my trusty secondary SIM. So yeah, everyone who took me down a notch from ‘Awesome’ to ‘Bloody Brilliant’ can just raise me back up in their opinion of me. Thank you.

My shoulder hurts for some reason. Like I’ve been driving it into a concrete pillar repeatedly. Before you ask, no I haven’t been practicing my tackling with my brother. Nothing as exciting as that I’m afraid, just been sleeping on it too rough, I guess. Yeah, I sleep hard. I sleep a real man’s sleep, with four pillows. Thought I’d rough it today and lost one. Guess I was just being too reckless.

Yes, back to the groundbreaking discovery. But er… I… Well it seems to have slipped my mind. Will remember soon, so till then,

The only reason two random people meet, start dating etc. is because of phone companies. Not because they allow the two to stay in touch, but because the phone companies themselves engineer the relationship. I suspect that these ‘Call center workers’ are really just office drones who go through secret profiles of many thousands of people a day, finding matches. I mean, how many of us has used one of these ‘call centers’? Once they find two that match reasonably well, they make arrangements. Arrangements for the two to meet. Somehow. Either through mutual friends who are actually undercover agents, online or through some other fluke, they meet. Then the companies proceed to bombard the two with targeted advertising. You see, getting those two to switch to their network is like bagging a small business’s business. My talk time, till recently, after many months of usage, was a mere 25-odd hours on the current phone. Then in just under two months, it jumps to nearly 150 hours, and I’m suddenly giving consideration to battery endurance on phones. But see, you have to get _just_ the right match, or you don’t talk much at all, as evidenced by my earlier raggedy-man time of just over a day’s worth. That would explain the many thousands of texts stacked up.

Oh yes, the discovery.

Yeah uh…

There is no discovery and you’re all [insert insult of choice] for reading this far.


Fake It, We’re All Face

It keeps occurring to me that all this is just a face. A mask I put on in order to stick out in the crowd. I know, we all do it, but still. It just seems weird that I do all this just to be unique. I mean, the weird spurts in the middle of conversations, the stupid comparisons and the corny gags are all just fluff. People call me random, yet I shrug it off, saying I’m perfectly normal, because I think to be merely ‘random’ is… uncool. Ugh. So I vehemently deny being anything but a normal person, saying normal things. See, I think that sets me apart from all the other people claiming to be all ‘insanely random ramblers’. Yes I know my blog title has insane in it too. I just don’t want to be bunched with the people who lick railway tracks just because it ‘called out to them’.

I’m spontaneous dammit, not stupid.
But even I go for looking cool.

But what I’m getting at is, more or less the whole of me is just one face of who I really am. It’s like this paper mask. It has been formed by everything I’ve read, heard, played and seen. It’s a collage of everything that came into contact with me. And strictly controlled by what _I_ think is, again, ‘cool’. Which is sometimes confusing because my definition of cool changes pretty quick. Like Sabby once said, it’s hard to tell the difference between me and a fake 😛

Not that I’m going for a goth-ish image or anything, just something different. As are all of us. Don’t deny it, don’t try to fight ittt just deal with it, it’s just part of [something]… Setting aside lyrics of an entire _song_ detailing how they don’t care, you all change how you are perceived by others all the time. Everyone wants to make a good impression. Even if it’s by pretending to not care about making a good impression. The word hypocrite can’t be used as an insult anymore because we all are anyway. It’s like calling a person human! But you know what? I like it this way. You all do it! You cannot possibly refuse that fact that you change for others, and any self-righteous ‘I-don’t-give-a-damn-about-the-world’ cows can shove it. I moderate comments with an iron fist! Ha!

You know the really weird thing? I think writing this post about being fake sets me apart and makes me less fake.

Even weirder is that writing that line gives me the impression that I’m that much cooler for it.

And so on and on it goes…

*making a new label; “wise-ass”


Listen Here

All you buggers and buggerettes getting your panties in a bunch over not being in the last post, calm the hell down. They’re just random clicks I got through your very blogrolls.

In other news, it’s odd how much this whole ‘Jerry’ thing helps deal with stuff. Ya know, the whole ‘I wouldn’t care if a walrus was gnawing at my nipples’ attitude. Whatever gets flung at me, I just refer it to him and it’s done for.

Have you noticed how the rest of the blogosphere is developing slightly schizophrenic tendencies? Yeah, creepy. You’ll never see ME doing that…


Oh well, Might as well bide my time…

So I’m waiting in a cafe for someone and thought I’d make a post to alleviate the boredom. Visit a random blog, and start clicking from there. Listed below are my findings.

  • Whacko’s labels list has Good and Evil in equal measure(2). Also a misspelled conundrum, egg, and a relieving sign of his heterosexuality in the form of (1) post on Men, and (12) on Women. I also get a kick out of seeing I’m the only blogger listed on it. That is, unless Anarkali or Ranjan Ramanayake have blogs. But that is quickly offset by his vastly greater number of followers.
  • Go over to the darkside. See yet another video of some hands playing a piano. Shudder at the horde of female fans.
  • F**CK F**CK F**CK F**CK F**CK F**CK
  • No, that wasn’t at the Piano post. Something completely unrelated that just happened.
  • Hmmm….
  • Bah….
  • Anyone want cookies?
  • Still on the darkside, a map thingy showing readers all over the globe coming to see the maestro at work. Or play. Whichever it is.
  • *envy*
  • Go to DeeCee’s blog. Some Buddha thing. Meh… I doubt people would go on a rampage even if there WAS a Jesus Bar. What with the whole water > wine thing, it might even be quite popular 😛
  • Apple, change the world? pfft. Steve Jobs is a celebrity. Why must you idolise him for that?
  • Eyeliner and I? What be this…
  • GAH!! Poetry! Frantically click back.
  • What else be there…. Delilah Says Deliberations. Never thought people called Delilah actually existed. Just assumed it was a name made up for movies and things. I mean, it’s like… I dunno. Fiction-ey.
  • Another post which I find a bit difficult to make head or tail of, so I refrain from comenting here. Er… Anyway,
  • Click on Jack’s Point of View. Spanish music. Ooooh, Volare. Heard the Russel Watson version of it. Can’t listen to anything due to lack of any sound from this PC. Oh well, moving on we see…
  • Sabby’s blog is still missing.
  • Life in Taprobane. Woah, nice images. But… That last picture. How is the fish standing on it’s side like that? Is is stuck by the fin to the rigifoam box?
  • SI has a map too, but it’s coloured all brown, possibly reflecting his current view out the window of endless desert.

Wait. Why am I still writing this post? I’m off to get something to eat.
Cheerio, see ya’ll at the next post.


Last Thursday, and thoughts.

Went to see the open mic thing thursday. Now I have this overwhelming urge to write something epic, just to go read it in front of the audience. Problem is, I have nothing epic to say. As I sit here, gnawing at a rubbery jam-paang for breakfast, and wondering if the jam bit of it has done a runner down to my lap, my mind races looking for suitable subjects to write a groundbreaking piece on that just confirms what everyone knows already anyway. I imagine writing of how the singhalese call me a tamil and how the tamils call me a singhalese, but that would be mostly fictitious. Sri Lankans to whom I belong, are generally a tolerant lot, at least in my experience. Personally I’ve only come across a few black sheep who shamelessly throw racism around. Should I shamelessly rip off meese(heese? yous?) and elaborate on how people form into their own ‘gangs’ at open mic, and rarely ever mingle around. Nah, too obvious. But then, stating the obvious gets you brownie points too, if you make it rhyme.

But I guess I just live a life that’s too… uninteresting, to have much of interest to say. I’m the dude who rides the footboard at times, but has a walkman blaring in his ears blocking out all noise. That guy who walks through Pettah with a Terry Pratchett in hand, reading the book instead of staring out at the world when on a bus. Hell, even _I_ can’t remember half the posts I put up here. Hence, I have taken the decision to rename this to ‘A very philosophical mind with overtones on war, sex, food and glow-in-the-dark-condoms, not necessarily in that order”. Hopefully that will stri my mind into deep thought mode. Then I will quote scripture at you till one of you goes “OMG dood you shud totalleh read this out at the next opahn mike!!”. I await your response.

All in all it was pretty interesting. Walk in with a bunch and I’m immediately struck by the resemblance to a hippie siesta session or something. Only things missing were the dudes idly strumming the guitars. Oh wait. I walked in expecting it to be some kind of “Hi, I’m Jerry and I’m a blogger *chorus of ‘Hi Jerrrrryyyy….’*” thing, but it was not to be so. We just walked all the way to the back where the rest of the bloggers I knew were gathered round. I slowly put away my laminated ID card with Name and blog title on it. What?

With regards to the actual listening bit, I must confess to having paid scant attention to those who went up to the mic to deliver their words of wisdom, or stupidity, depending on which side you’re on. The funny bits immediately attracted my attention due to everyone suddenly looking in that general direction. The rest of it, I only caught snatches of. Unless it was someone I knew in which case I automatically paid attention, further enforcing the ‘group’ thing. I guess it’s just that people listen to what they’re interested in. If your text sucks, too bad, go read it to someone who cares maybe. Fact is, if the content read out is interesting enough, people pay attention.

Fortunately or unfortunately, again depending on which side you’re on, I only managed to plaster faces on three people. In between automatically going “hiya” at a pointy haired dude who was hustling the croud at the back(Who just stared blankly for a second and looked away), having a particularly anal-about-acronyms rhymer pointed out to me(Yes ladies, this poet is one sexy beast) and bumping into someone who looks nothing like their caricature(Whoever drew that thing at the top of your blog must have been blained. No offense, ‘allartisworthless’), I managed to tag biggie Mr. Ca himself, St.ROFL and MiddleChild.

Oh, Finally found out what the arrack thing was. Only a bottle of paint thinner and a few cockroaches short of kasippu 😉

Shifted office to a different place. Now we’re smack across the road from a cluster of international schools. It’s a little annoying when the parents of some muslim girls school stare at you as if you slapped them on the asses or something. I didn’t realize the pavement was off limits to penis holders.

Mom’s off to India again to help prepare for a wedding. Since the rest of us are mere helpless children at organizing weddings, we’ll be setting off a couple of weeks later. Till then it’s back to scavenging what food there is in the kitchen. This is also the reason for the jam-paang breakfast.

Life’s good. Really good. Never realized people more awesome than me existed. Apparently there IS someone. I am torn between staring aghast at my wounded, limping pride and worshiping at the altar of awesomeness that is… SOMEONE. In the end I resign myself to just constantly being happy, jubilant even. Stuff that happens in movies really does happen sometimes, it seems. Doesn’t seem like such a bad deal when you look at it. Not a bad deal at all. And I just realized how weird it is writing this up here. Even this, stripped down, barebones acknowledgment of smitten-ness.

And no, it’s not Gehan.


Happy Blogging RD!

Three years and still going strong like… many three year olds, and far more entertaining than most three year olds I know. LLD has been the one blog that kept me reading through from the first time I started blogging.

Praise for RD and LLD,

“Fantastic! More fun than monkeys in a barrel!” – William Shakespeare
“Ela kiri! Game hamooma kiyawanawa” – Martin Wickramasinghe
“kwl i reeds it all teh time lol olol!!!111oneoneeleven” – jeffk

As you can see, his readership consists of people from all walks of life, who for some reason seem interested in the life of this middle aged drummer who seems to permanently be on top of the hill, and is seemingly refusing to go over it.

Here’s to many more posts from our favourite old man from eeeeenglaanndd, RD!

Happy Anniversary sir!