Due to popular request, by one person, here is the conspiracy theory bit,
In back rooms and bars, in garden sessions in the evening and in Christmas day pre-lunch sessions. When friends meet up for beers in cars parked in front of supermarkets for easy refills, in discussions around lunch times with the people you call colleagues the conspiracy theories abound and prosper. They are the grapevine of society, a countering force to the mainstream media, who give out re-fabricated versions of truth, whose own social and political bias can only prevent it from giving out objective information, where appearances are everything and the truth is merely a clay object to sit and mould to create whatever you want of it.
There are various aspects to it.
1) Burning the haystack to destroy the needle
Gaza anyone? indiscriminate aerial bombings have left the tigers no option but to retreat. Guerilla warfare is all very well when you're sure the enemy is not going to come in and bomb the whole jungle. It's all good when the enemy is too careful about not harming civillians to come in and target you, who are hiding amongst them. The haystack was burned down and the needles were wheedled out. International dissent is countered by promises of economic incentives (access to natural resources, investment opportunities potential harmful to the local economy, support at the UN by 'selling' our votes etc).
2) The new deal
Theories about a 'deal' back in the last presidential elections with regard to the prevention of voting of certain segments of the population were abundantly broadcasted through the grapevine, the new deal is a deal between the government and the tigers, huge payoffs were involved, the tigers agreed to get lost, the government made a hoo-ha about fighting and clearing up the area while there were no tigers really there.
The Ugly bit
This is where things get a bit ugly, if such a deal existed then what about the dead? the numbers of the dead have nowhere been as close to the magnitude as you would expect from such a clean up. But there is no denying that there are the dead.
If the deal was made, it was made so that only the higher echelons of the powerful on both sides would know. You can't have soldiers going home and talking about deserted towns and no resistance at all offered by the LTTE, or vice versa. So fighting was staged, people were sacrificed, but not as many as would have been sacrificed if it was all absolutely real, but enough at least to convince those doing the fighting of its truth.
They're on the way to clearing up the whole country and yet, they haven’t found Prabhakaran. Haven't even found the usually heavily publicized underground hiding places, bunkers etc. Where are the rows of dead tigers on TV? Where are the rows of dead soldiers? Why is there such muted backlash from tigers and their supporters abroad?
The beautiful bit
Ah this is the beautiful bit. Why would the tigers retreat if they had nothing in it? surely just the money wouldn’t convince an idealist like Prabhakaran to back off and shut up?
The grapevine says that the Tigers still have powerful allies abroad, governmental allies. The deal was struck knowing this, the beauty of the deal is that after the North-east is cleared up, the leaders of the LTTE (the ones that have remained out of the spotlight, or ones that are puppets to the real ones staying being the curtains) will come back and proceed to participate 'democratically' in the governance of the North-east.
3) The man on the Moon
Its all a sham. Its just to win an election and consolidate power. We'll be back to fighting the war in no time.
...
War is war, but what is it exactly? is it really only just fighting with guns and other weapons and driving back the enemy? Can we really take sides when we look at the greater picture? why are we embroiled in false notions of 'patriotism' and 'right' and 'wrong' when deep down we know that it is all about economic incentives? why are we divided into countries anyway? aren’t we all a part of the same race? The human race?
enough with the philosophy one-oh-one (as David Blacker would say) but the grapevine has told me a few thing and i just thought I’d share them with you. We have to open our eyes, and accept that things may not always be what they seem. If the conspiracies are true, then there are reasons for the farce. People themselves may never accept the tigers as democratic leaders so maybe a whole fiasco had to be done up to at least give them the psychological satisfaction of a win. But then, what about the base of eelam supporters in the world? don’t they need and wont they clamor for a win too? Or has their support base eroded so far that such a series of events is made possible.
Whatever said and done, the conflict seems to be coming to a close. Even the grapevine, usually very skeptical, seems to be convinced that the war as we know it has come to an end. But the way it was brought to an end, and how it ended, may have deeper political and economic implications than we can easily guess on our little island well into the future.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The War - and it's conspiracy theories
So the war is almost done isn’t it? By the time we hit 61 years of independence 'every inch of our homeland will be liberated from the scourge of the tigers'. They wanted a homeland for the Tamils, only thing the Tamils and Sinhalese in this country wanted was to live together in peace. Lots of innocents have been slaughtered regardless of race, religion, caste, creed etc. over the course of the bloody history of this war.
Peace was fleeting somewhere in 2001 when the UNP was in power. My first and only experience with peace since the day i was born. But now we have a chance at real peace. Now we have a chance at living in a country without war. I'll tell you straight, i find that extremely hard to believe.
A lot has been spoken about the 'war generation'. Which basically includes everyone in this country born after 1983. All we have known is war, all we have been familiar with is a country that is at war. Even in the secluded suburbs of Colombo, where i grew up most of my life there was always the background of fear. Earlier in my life, when i was in Nawalapitiya (off Kandy) i remember the troubles with the JVP. I was at my mom's family home, my dad was around only on weekends because he was working in Colombo. I had several uncles, aunts and cousins, and was living in my grandmas sprawling home. I recall not going to pre- school for a few days once, and i remember the distant cracks of gunshots from the train station.
I remember the times at school when the bombs used to go off. When i was in grade six the classroom we were in had one broken window, which was covered by a polythene sheet. I remember the polythene suddenly bursting in from the shockwave of the Central Bank bombings. I remember a huge column of smoke in the sky one day in 1998, I don't recall which bomb it was. Pretty soon, bombs became just another way of getting a holiday from school. I guess i sort of normalized to the magnitude of it all.
Then the train bombs happened, somewhere in 1997, if im not mistaken, a train carrying people during the busy evening office hours was bombed. It was a devastating blast, killing scores. and that was one of the times that the fear and reality of the war came closest to me. Our neighborhood was in a panic. because several people where i live travel in trains to work and back, one of them my father. He hadn't turned up at the usual time, and then we heard about the bombs. Cell phones weren't so common those days, so there was no way of knowing if he was ok, everyone on our street was on the road, comforting each other, asking for news from people who made it back, but i didn’t hear anything about my father.
I recall feeling scared, almost tearful but strangely numbed to the reality of it. A part of me couldn't really conceive him gone. A part of me was just waiting, excited even, because the action was so much closer to home. A part of me was enjoying the thrill of not knowing, the thrill of being so up-close to the emotion of disaster. But that was only a part of me.
My dad came home alright though Alhamdulillah. It was one of those strange coincidences of which you hear all the time. He was about to get into the train that exploded, then he'd met his best friend at the station and the two of them had gone off for a drink. So he comes home at about 9.30 or so, grinning slightly, I was grinning too though my mom wasn’t too happy as you can imagine.
He'd gone with his friend to check out the carnage at the Dehiwala station, apparently one of his colleagues had got into the train, he was telling us about all the debris and confusion at the station, and how they'd not been able to find out anything. His colleague was OK in the end though.
I had a neighbor, Stefan his name was. He lost his dad in that explosion. His mom, who was in the same train, escaped. But she lost the use of both her eyes. They later migrated to Australia. I don't blame them.
I recall the red skies and acid rains when the Kolonnawa oil refineries were bombed. I recall the last Cricket World Cup when me and my best friend were awakened from a semi-intoxicated stupor when the anti aircraft guns were firing. We thought they were lighting crackers ‘cos Sanga and Mahela had just started to build an innings.
I saw the wall near flower road splattered with shrapnel after the defence secretary was targeted. I lived through the recent spate of paranoia in public transport. I may have not been directly touched by the war, as in i may not have lost a limb or a close member of my family to it, yet it has been an integral part of my life so far.
And now they're saying it’s over. Call it a psychological phenomenon but I'm sorry i find that hard to believe. This war will never be over.
Peace was fleeting somewhere in 2001 when the UNP was in power. My first and only experience with peace since the day i was born. But now we have a chance at real peace. Now we have a chance at living in a country without war. I'll tell you straight, i find that extremely hard to believe.
A lot has been spoken about the 'war generation'. Which basically includes everyone in this country born after 1983. All we have known is war, all we have been familiar with is a country that is at war. Even in the secluded suburbs of Colombo, where i grew up most of my life there was always the background of fear. Earlier in my life, when i was in Nawalapitiya (off Kandy) i remember the troubles with the JVP. I was at my mom's family home, my dad was around only on weekends because he was working in Colombo. I had several uncles, aunts and cousins, and was living in my grandmas sprawling home. I recall not going to pre- school for a few days once, and i remember the distant cracks of gunshots from the train station.
I remember the times at school when the bombs used to go off. When i was in grade six the classroom we were in had one broken window, which was covered by a polythene sheet. I remember the polythene suddenly bursting in from the shockwave of the Central Bank bombings. I remember a huge column of smoke in the sky one day in 1998, I don't recall which bomb it was. Pretty soon, bombs became just another way of getting a holiday from school. I guess i sort of normalized to the magnitude of it all.
Then the train bombs happened, somewhere in 1997, if im not mistaken, a train carrying people during the busy evening office hours was bombed. It was a devastating blast, killing scores. and that was one of the times that the fear and reality of the war came closest to me. Our neighborhood was in a panic. because several people where i live travel in trains to work and back, one of them my father. He hadn't turned up at the usual time, and then we heard about the bombs. Cell phones weren't so common those days, so there was no way of knowing if he was ok, everyone on our street was on the road, comforting each other, asking for news from people who made it back, but i didn’t hear anything about my father.
I recall feeling scared, almost tearful but strangely numbed to the reality of it. A part of me couldn't really conceive him gone. A part of me was just waiting, excited even, because the action was so much closer to home. A part of me was enjoying the thrill of not knowing, the thrill of being so up-close to the emotion of disaster. But that was only a part of me.
My dad came home alright though Alhamdulillah. It was one of those strange coincidences of which you hear all the time. He was about to get into the train that exploded, then he'd met his best friend at the station and the two of them had gone off for a drink. So he comes home at about 9.30 or so, grinning slightly, I was grinning too though my mom wasn’t too happy as you can imagine.
He'd gone with his friend to check out the carnage at the Dehiwala station, apparently one of his colleagues had got into the train, he was telling us about all the debris and confusion at the station, and how they'd not been able to find out anything. His colleague was OK in the end though.
I had a neighbor, Stefan his name was. He lost his dad in that explosion. His mom, who was in the same train, escaped. But she lost the use of both her eyes. They later migrated to Australia. I don't blame them.
I recall the red skies and acid rains when the Kolonnawa oil refineries were bombed. I recall the last Cricket World Cup when me and my best friend were awakened from a semi-intoxicated stupor when the anti aircraft guns were firing. We thought they were lighting crackers ‘cos Sanga and Mahela had just started to build an innings.
I saw the wall near flower road splattered with shrapnel after the defence secretary was targeted. I lived through the recent spate of paranoia in public transport. I may have not been directly touched by the war, as in i may not have lost a limb or a close member of my family to it, yet it has been an integral part of my life so far.
And now they're saying it’s over. Call it a psychological phenomenon but I'm sorry i find that hard to believe. This war will never be over.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Ay! Kalla Baduwa!
WHAT is with me and the urge to write man? I write all the time it seems. Before i started this blog, or at least before i started actively blogging somewhere in June last year, i used to maintain a journal. Now i blog. And i keep most of my 'personal things' out of my blogs. Or i disguise them and put them forward under the guise of poems, wierdly random posts etc. Its not something i do consciously i guess, just something that happens.
The black swan rode the fluffy clouds. All it had known were the blue lakes under dark skies that were Romania. Another thing, all i talk about it seems is darkness and light. I guess everyone has their own metric of measurement, Love and Hate, Rich or Poor, Big or Small; maybe mine is Darkness and Light.
Obsession is a cumplsion that cannot be cured by continuously feeding the addiction. Am i obseessed with blogging? no i cant say i am. Am i obsessed with writing? i guess so. Am i addicted to blogging? ah yes, now that question may conjure up an answer in the affirmative. Fuck.
I keep checking my blog in intervals of five minutes, i keep scrolling up and down through it like a moron with my mouth half open and drooling. I ckeck it when im travelling in the bus. If im driving, i'll check it when im stuck in traffic or in front of a retarded red light that doesnt know that staying the same color for more than a minute is extremely unfashionable.
Yes My Name Is Whacko, and I Am Addicted To Blogging. Somebody help me. I don't even have an effing support group to run to. And i thought grass was addictive.
If you are new and just started a blog, do not turn into me. Actually go ahead and turn into me. Lets spread the evil a bit what my good chap? fancy a coffee then?
Another thing, me and cycles. Im like the moon. different in various stages of the month, all my posts towards the end of the month are disjointed, edgy,meaningless at first glance and often totally incomprehensible except to me. I tend to make more sense in the middle of the month. A patter reflected by the nature and volume of comments. Probably something to do with the way i operate, it may not seem to you, the casual reader of my blog, that i am a particularly busy individual. But ah! thats where you are wrong. I have a lot of stuff to do. But i suppose that is not the same as being busy ah?
Kalla Baduwa? thats when someone gets caught red handed. Like me stealing sweets from the kitchen when a toddler. An uncle would go; Ay! Kalla Baduwa!
If im travelling in the bus, i write 'mobile notes' on FB (thats facebook for you digital apes), numerous are my FB friends who have tried to keep up with my notes and given up amidst a ever increasing pile of verbal madness. Its quite the joke at work. My colleagues, who are very nice people, are not really the kind who apreciate literature, unless it says someting alongthe lines of Alcohol Quantity; 45.5%. Whenever something happens, now im used to people going; ah now go and write a mobile note about it! wtf yeah? so ive subconsciously reduced qunatity to cater to backlash of demand from volatile markets. and am currently dropping only the really smelly bombs.
I have even been called deep, by certain misguided individuals, whom i did not wish to direct back in the correct direction, mainly cos its flattering to be called deep by a person not under the influence.
I am also obsessed with economics. and money. and want to be the richest man on the planet. Ive got the picture of Bill Gates and the plastic surgery scheduled and all that. so looking forward to it.
Alea jacta est. which means the pizza is almost ready, come fetch
.
todays disjointed post with a lot of typos brought to you by; Walmart. Save Money. Live Better.
The black swan rode the fluffy clouds. All it had known were the blue lakes under dark skies that were Romania. Another thing, all i talk about it seems is darkness and light. I guess everyone has their own metric of measurement, Love and Hate, Rich or Poor, Big or Small; maybe mine is Darkness and Light.
Obsession is a cumplsion that cannot be cured by continuously feeding the addiction. Am i obseessed with blogging? no i cant say i am. Am i obsessed with writing? i guess so. Am i addicted to blogging? ah yes, now that question may conjure up an answer in the affirmative. Fuck.
I keep checking my blog in intervals of five minutes, i keep scrolling up and down through it like a moron with my mouth half open and drooling. I ckeck it when im travelling in the bus. If im driving, i'll check it when im stuck in traffic or in front of a retarded red light that doesnt know that staying the same color for more than a minute is extremely unfashionable.
Yes My Name Is Whacko, and I Am Addicted To Blogging. Somebody help me. I don't even have an effing support group to run to. And i thought grass was addictive.
If you are new and just started a blog, do not turn into me. Actually go ahead and turn into me. Lets spread the evil a bit what my good chap? fancy a coffee then?
Another thing, me and cycles. Im like the moon. different in various stages of the month, all my posts towards the end of the month are disjointed, edgy,meaningless at first glance and often totally incomprehensible except to me. I tend to make more sense in the middle of the month. A patter reflected by the nature and volume of comments. Probably something to do with the way i operate, it may not seem to you, the casual reader of my blog, that i am a particularly busy individual. But ah! thats where you are wrong. I have a lot of stuff to do. But i suppose that is not the same as being busy ah?
Kalla Baduwa? thats when someone gets caught red handed. Like me stealing sweets from the kitchen when a toddler. An uncle would go; Ay! Kalla Baduwa!
If im travelling in the bus, i write 'mobile notes' on FB (thats facebook for you digital apes), numerous are my FB friends who have tried to keep up with my notes and given up amidst a ever increasing pile of verbal madness. Its quite the joke at work. My colleagues, who are very nice people, are not really the kind who apreciate literature, unless it says someting alongthe lines of Alcohol Quantity; 45.5%. Whenever something happens, now im used to people going; ah now go and write a mobile note about it! wtf yeah? so ive subconsciously reduced qunatity to cater to backlash of demand from volatile markets. and am currently dropping only the really smelly bombs.
I have even been called deep, by certain misguided individuals, whom i did not wish to direct back in the correct direction, mainly cos its flattering to be called deep by a person not under the influence.
I am also obsessed with economics. and money. and want to be the richest man on the planet. Ive got the picture of Bill Gates and the plastic surgery scheduled and all that. so looking forward to it.
Alea jacta est. which means the pizza is almost ready, come fetch
.
todays disjointed post with a lot of typos brought to you by; Walmart. Save Money. Live Better.
The Silver Lining
Above and beyond the cloudy gaze
of a grey sky
the inverted columns of sunlight flash off
back into the upper reaches of the atmosphere
as i sit here
thinking of you
attributing the origin of
all the light in the world
to your face
attributing the shifting breeze
weaving through the street
so gentle,
just before the first drizzle,
to your grace
attibuting the light rain
and the sigh of relief of the hot tar road
to your easing
of my pain
Attributing the rain
now pourng forth
to your love and understanding
of my pitted soul.
The flash of lightning
and the thunder heard,
the music of our lives
two wild birds
who dare to float up there,
away from the world
and it's mundane dust,
amidst the angry purple clouds
that rumble in dark blood lust.
for someone special
of a grey sky
the inverted columns of sunlight flash off
back into the upper reaches of the atmosphere
as i sit here
thinking of you
attributing the origin of
all the light in the world
to your face
attributing the shifting breeze
weaving through the street
so gentle,
just before the first drizzle,
to your grace
attibuting the light rain
and the sigh of relief of the hot tar road
to your easing
of my pain
Attributing the rain
now pourng forth
to your love and understanding
of my pitted soul.
The flash of lightning
and the thunder heard,
the music of our lives
two wild birds
who dare to float up there,
away from the world
and it's mundane dust,
amidst the angry purple clouds
that rumble in dark blood lust.
for someone special
Monday, January 26, 2009
Not another religion post
The monetary system of the world is its unofficial religion. Everyone works for money that’s agreed? Everyone also builds their lives around money. yeah you can deny it. What? Me? a slave to money? are you crazy? I’m just doing this cos i like the job and the perks are not bad either. A bowl of free basmathi rice everyday and a piece of fried fish is no laughing matter.
Not if you're not Shanthiram, a hermit in Uyankelle, it isn’t.
The money is created through the fractional reserve banking system. Where its supply is expanded by ongoing lending. Basically money is printed. And that's how it’s created right? We all know that. So wtf is this moron talking about you may be asking. Yes money is created through printing. The government prints the money. Then they deposit it in the banking system. The commercial banking system. And now the magic starts.
See what happens is banks operate on a Fractional Reserve system. Meaning that they just have to have a given fraction (or a part say, 20%) of the total amount of money they have lent out. Which also means that, once, say you or me, deposit 1000 bucks in the bank, the bank can keep 200 rupees and lend out 800 without creating new money, OR, they can keep the 1000 bucks with them and give out an additional 800 rupees cash on top of that as new money. So theres 800 rupees in the system that didn’t exist before. And that’s how banks increase the quantity of money.
So the chap who borrows the 800 rupees goes and deposits it in another bank, or buys a pizza from Dominoes and Dominoes deposits that in their bank account. This bank then repeats that procedure and creates 640 rupees on top of the 800 rupees in its reserves and lends that out. Typically after some complex mathematics it is possible to deduce that the eventual amount of money created by that initial 1000 rupees is somewhere closer to nine times as much.
So how is the money printed? I mean you and me know that only Central Banks can print money right? Most money is actually electronic (its the new plastic apparently) There need only be that initial amount of actual cash physically present in the system.
This is why a bank run is potentially so disastrous. If all of us wanted to cash all our funds at the same time; CRASH!.
So anyway, what does all this have to do with us being slaves to money? About money being religion and about worship at the altars of cashier counters? Ah, one word; Interest.
See the banks control money. They make it and they distribute it. And they charge interest for lending money. Every single dollar or rupee that goes out of a bank needs to be returned with more money. So where does this money for interest come from?
Nowhere. It doesn’t exist.
So where does it come from? I mean, how do people pay their loans if the money for interest doesn't exist? How can the banks demand more money than they have lent out? They are the ones who create the money. All the money in the system/ economy has been created by the banks. The system outside the banks cannot create money. So how can the system essentially pay the bank back with more money than the banks have given it in the first place? They can't. There’s only a limited supply of money. So the system or an economy as a whole cannot pay all its debts. Therefore foreclosures, bankruptcies etc, are inevitable where the system as a whole is concerned.
But where individuals are concerned, paying back their debts becomes their primary concern. They start businesses, work 8 hours a day, grow crops etc so that they can support their lives and pay back their debts. Basically they have to slave to earn money in order to feed and clothe themselves. This drives greed and need. it turns into the law of the jungle out there. If the system as a whole owes more money than the actual quantity of money available, then the people in that system will have to fight each other to get that money. And there is born what we refer to as the rat race.
The weak get left behind, as the strong fight them for the amount of the limited resource that is money. For money is always limited, because the requirement for it is always greater than its actual availability.
So the marginalized, the poor, the oppressed grow in numbers as they get pushed out of the race. The world plunges into more despair while being embroiled in a 'system' of money so sacred that all its citizens want, is more of it.
We are all trapped. The world is a hamster wheel and we are all running as hard as we can to get as much money as we can, for we need money to survive. We are slaves, yet we believe we are free. But even Mr. Bill Gates isn’t free, he's only got someone else to carry him.
Apologies for the long post. It was inspired by Zeitgeist: Addendum which i watched recently, but information on the fractional reserve system can be found on wiki. Information on the whole monetary system and its evil influence may be less hard to come by, i haven't checked. But its nowhere that logical reasoning cant get you. So is religion money? Is money religion? Are any of us actually free from religion? Are we not all hypocrites?
Btw, listen to the tracks from Slumdog Millionaire, good stuff for a Monday morning!
Pax.
Friday, January 23, 2009
HOW EVIL AM I?
look what i found at the ~ Desease ~ 's place, a quiz telling you how evil you are. I obviously took it and it turns out that,
Phew! thats not too bad for a 23 year old. I will work harder.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
on insanity and other daily phenomena
a time has come
for a serious confession
i think i am mad
or getting there.
but what is sanity?
but the madness of many?
what is madness
but the difference of one?
what is i. ?
or is i what?
it is nought
but fish guts.
for a serious confession
i think i am mad
or getting there.
but what is sanity?
but the madness of many?
what is madness
but the difference of one?
what is i. ?
or is i what?
it is nought
but fish guts.
You may be a Sri Lankan when
you've seen this topic written on about three times already and still have to put your two cents into it,
you travel in the bus and suspect the bugger who is standing in front of you (holding his lunch pack at waist height) of rubbing his fist on your crotch on purpose.
you're mostly right about the above suspicion
you eat rice for breakfast, lunch and dinner
you think the opening line to ask a girl out is 'I love you'
you get insanely and inexplicably jealous of someone else doing well, and start secretly wishing for his downfall without planning for your improvement.
you are pulled up at customs upon arrival because you are carrying various items of food into a developed country.
you've got a good thing going but dont know when to stop and constantly engage in extreme overkill.
yeah.
you travel in the bus and suspect the bugger who is standing in front of you (holding his lunch pack at waist height) of rubbing his fist on your crotch on purpose.
you're mostly right about the above suspicion
you eat rice for breakfast, lunch and dinner
you think the opening line to ask a girl out is 'I love you'
you get insanely and inexplicably jealous of someone else doing well, and start secretly wishing for his downfall without planning for your improvement.
you are pulled up at customs upon arrival because you are carrying various items of food into a developed country.
you've got a good thing going but dont know when to stop and constantly engage in extreme overkill.
yeah.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Trip 2 - an instant in the distant (?) future
Never seen but always realized. ever felt but never chastised. You were there in the unforgotten nights, holding my hand and watching me cry, with pain in your eyes. you were here when i raised my voice. So thoughtlessly did i chastise. So painfully did i inflict upon you, that which you never dreamed of inflicting upon me.
So then we moved and we are here and i am at your bed, and these memories flood. of a love i thought i could better. of a caring i thought i would never need. of a hand i thought i'd never stoop so low as to hold. Memories of the times i laughed secretly, ridicule in my mind. the times of sacrifice, when i was the only one left, supported by hardship, on the lap of luxury.
You left me to live and took death upon your shoulders. from the moment you saw me, you were smitten.
And now i live on to take your legacy. Cursed by your love and my ingnorance. To be slighted at every turn, To suffer in the memory of my cruelty. But i know you know, and i know too, that in reality, there was no love lost. for when it came to you and me, we simply showed it differently.
So then we moved and we are here and i am at your bed, and these memories flood. of a love i thought i could better. of a caring i thought i would never need. of a hand i thought i'd never stoop so low as to hold. Memories of the times i laughed secretly, ridicule in my mind. the times of sacrifice, when i was the only one left, supported by hardship, on the lap of luxury.
You left me to live and took death upon your shoulders. from the moment you saw me, you were smitten.
And now i live on to take your legacy. Cursed by your love and my ingnorance. To be slighted at every turn, To suffer in the memory of my cruelty. But i know you know, and i know too, that in reality, there was no love lost. for when it came to you and me, we simply showed it differently.
Trippin
a swarm of locusts
a sexy beast
transpired into a mirror
a feast of dead goats
the return of the black
in the bored aftermath
what do we do
when there is nothing left to be done
why do we wait
for fate?
a sexy beast
transpired into a mirror
a feast of dead goats
the return of the black
in the bored aftermath
what do we do
when there is nothing left to be done
why do we wait
for fate?
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Get to know me in a warped kind of way
You know me no. I just cant keep my hands and wait. So i was going through the blogs on my usual off time. and came across this latest little trend of 'getting to know me' posts..It was originally on Sabby's blog, Then Sachintha, LD did it followed by The Unspoken (whose mysteriousness somehow was still preserved after 50 probing questions) and then by The Single Couple.
Problem was it was too long and a bit too girly for me (ref; flowers). So im doing it with a bit of a twist. since its an open tag policy. and nobody would dream of tagging someone with a FIFTY question tag. (the blogodrome is not that mean yet).
Getting to know me
1. Who are you in one word? Rational
2. Do you believe in true love? Don't ask me stupid questions. Yes.
3. Are you easy to be friends with? Hmmm.. thats a tough one. I suppose so, but i have a limited number of friends and like it that way. But also enjoy adding to that number.
4. Poeple person? as much as i like to live inside a shroud of shadow i'll have to say yes. i am.
5. Dreams? Rich, powerful, break the world and re-make it
6. Roots? Middle class, single child, suburbs of Colombo preceded by Kandy
7. Education? er, School you shmuck
8. Music? Heavy Metal (and im not just saying that to sound cool), anything else thats good.
9. Sounds you're hearing right now? 'Exodus' by Marley. deserted office sounds around lunch time
10. Last Movie and with who? Madagascar 2, cousin and her kids
11. Favorite movie (pick one)? LOTR (technically all three movies are one continuous movie right? Right?)
12. Currently reading? 1984 (Orwell), Undercover Economist (Tom Harford), a Fortune Magazine, Degree assignments. not at the same time.
13. Working at/in - Mobile Company/ Marketing
14. Like your job? put simply, no. but in a complicated way, yes. don't ask. and don't tell my boss.
15. Are you egoistic? Very. hence the post.
So i hope you got to know me better. Open tag. no need to follow the same questions. just ask yourselves 15 random questions and give 15 random answers. doesn't really matter if people get to know you or not. objective is just to waste some time and give other people who are wasting their time a chance to wring their heads about what it all means. peace.
Problem was it was too long and a bit too girly for me (ref; flowers). So im doing it with a bit of a twist. since its an open tag policy. and nobody would dream of tagging someone with a FIFTY question tag. (the blogodrome is not that mean yet).
Getting to know me
1. Who are you in one word? Rational
2. Do you believe in true love? Don't ask me stupid questions. Yes.
3. Are you easy to be friends with? Hmmm.. thats a tough one. I suppose so, but i have a limited number of friends and like it that way. But also enjoy adding to that number.
4. Poeple person? as much as i like to live inside a shroud of shadow i'll have to say yes. i am.
5. Dreams? Rich, powerful, break the world and re-make it
6. Roots? Middle class, single child, suburbs of Colombo preceded by Kandy
7. Education? er, School you shmuck
8. Music? Heavy Metal (and im not just saying that to sound cool), anything else thats good.
9. Sounds you're hearing right now? 'Exodus' by Marley. deserted office sounds around lunch time
10. Last Movie and with who? Madagascar 2, cousin and her kids
11. Favorite movie (pick one)? LOTR (technically all three movies are one continuous movie right? Right?)
12. Currently reading? 1984 (Orwell), Undercover Economist (Tom Harford), a Fortune Magazine, Degree assignments. not at the same time.
13. Working at/in - Mobile Company/ Marketing
14. Like your job? put simply, no. but in a complicated way, yes. don't ask. and don't tell my boss.
15. Are you egoistic? Very. hence the post.
So i hope you got to know me better. Open tag. no need to follow the same questions. just ask yourselves 15 random questions and give 15 random answers. doesn't really matter if people get to know you or not. objective is just to waste some time and give other people who are wasting their time a chance to wring their heads about what it all means. peace.
Monday, January 19, 2009
More subjective shit - Nice guys and coming last
Ah! so through my meanderings and random stopping by's through the blogosphere i came across quite a thought provoking item done by Papare Boy (sorry, i cant seem to get that little line above the 'e'). I of course, use the word 'shit' here merely to quantify, and not to degrade. Think of it as if i was saying 'stuff' instead and not 'shit'. As a matter of fact, i could have just gone and changed it to 'stuff' and saved myself all the trouble of explanation but i am in a rambly sort of mood, and will indulge myself.
So Nice Guys, do they really finish last? several ladies opined on the topic among them the Goddess and Makuluwo who by her own admission (read, blog URL) is slightly mad (:p - sry, couldn resist doing my own tame MoB). Makuluwo raised quite an interesting point when she said "I think the definition of NICE, goddessofvileness, is always relative!"
Hmmm.. okay, now before we delve into this little study of ameteur sociology, i suggest you read the full thing along with the whole riveting discussion which can be found here. If you're interested enough that is, otherwise stick around here lets see what we can dig up.
All right, so first of all what i do is a google the term 'nice guys finish last' right? and obviously i straightaway head into wiki. dont even know why i google most stuff anymore, i inevitably go into wiki from the search results.
One main thing we've got to get clear. We are strictly talking about matters closer to the libido and heart here. Since it appears that it really doesn't matter what kind of man you are for the whole world to accept you, the main problem area seems to appear when it comes to being accepeted by the oposite sex.
First, what the devil is a nice guy? is he, as Papare Boy postulates, someone who doesn't beat you over the head when you mess with the remote? With all due respect to PB however, i think expertise lies with theinfe superior sex (on the topic) so why dont we go straight to the source?
Actually, Harold and Millhausen (1998) have already done this so lets just save ourselves the trouble and have a look at their findings shall we?
They found that women associate different qualities with the "nice guy" label:
"Some women offered flattering interpretations of the nice guy, characterizing him as committed, caring, and respectful of women.
Some women, however, emphasized more negative aspects, considering the nice guy to be boring, lacking confidence, and unattractive."
There is also a negative phenomenon associated with the "nice girl" in the same respect. She may be considered to be a prude, boring and submissive. (this is not really relevant to the topic so lets just disregard this)
The bad boys were also divided into two categories, "as either confident, attractive, sexy, and exciting or as manipulative, unfaithful, disrespectful of women, and interested only in sex."
Hmmm so according to Harold and Millhausen basically you can look at nice guys in one of two ways. Positively or negatively. Am i safe if i say that? no arguments there? So if you're 'committed, caring, and respectful of women' it makes you nice and if you are 'boring, lacking confidence, and unattractive' well IMO that just makes you a wimp.
And if you are confident, attractive, sexy, and exciting that makes you Bad (but bad like Russel Crowe) whilst if you're manipulative, unfaithful, disrespectful of women, and interested only in sex that also makes you bad but this time somewhere along the lines of Commodus (Joaquin Pheonix in Gladiator) or maybe Jack (the Ripper).
So women like nice guys (lets call them honorable guys) but dont like wimps. Women also like heroic chaps but also dislike the more perverted variety. Simple as that. You have to be nice but you cant be a wimp. You've gotta be bad, but you cant be an asshole.
There we go, problem solved.
I think it will be a while till even i come to terms with the magnitude of it all. For what we have accomplished here boys and girls is nothing short of phenomenal. It is the answer to the age old question that has baffled all men since Adam, ever since he discovered that part of his rib was missing and that he was no longer alone up there. The perplexing conundrum (not the blog) that all men inevitably think of when they gaze at the stars or when they look out the window or when they eat, sleep, wake up,jog, work, study etc. What do women really want?
And ladies, dont think that this day is no less important to you, because through empirical analysis you have finally been shown what you really want as well. Because if there's one thing we guys have instinctively known since the beginning of time is that; while we have no clue as to what women want, women, have even less of an idea about the whole thing.
So start thinkng ladies. You know what you want now. Just go out there and get it. Im right here. hyok.
*disclaimer - this post was written on a lazy monday afternoon, so by default, is justified in all its implications. And that includes the marginal meaninglessness of this 'disclaimer'.
So Nice Guys, do they really finish last? several ladies opined on the topic among them the Goddess and Makuluwo who by her own admission (read, blog URL) is slightly mad (:p - sry, couldn resist doing my own tame MoB). Makuluwo raised quite an interesting point when she said "I think the definition of NICE, goddessofvileness, is always relative!"
Hmmm.. okay, now before we delve into this little study of ameteur sociology, i suggest you read the full thing along with the whole riveting discussion which can be found here. If you're interested enough that is, otherwise stick around here lets see what we can dig up.
All right, so first of all what i do is a google the term 'nice guys finish last' right? and obviously i straightaway head into wiki. dont even know why i google most stuff anymore, i inevitably go into wiki from the search results.
One main thing we've got to get clear. We are strictly talking about matters closer to the libido and heart here. Since it appears that it really doesn't matter what kind of man you are for the whole world to accept you, the main problem area seems to appear when it comes to being accepeted by the oposite sex.
First, what the devil is a nice guy? is he, as Papare Boy postulates, someone who doesn't beat you over the head when you mess with the remote? With all due respect to PB however, i think expertise lies with the
Actually, Harold and Millhausen (1998) have already done this so lets just save ourselves the trouble and have a look at their findings shall we?
They found that women associate different qualities with the "nice guy" label:
"Some women offered flattering interpretations of the nice guy, characterizing him as committed, caring, and respectful of women.
Some women, however, emphasized more negative aspects, considering the nice guy to be boring, lacking confidence, and unattractive."
There is also a negative phenomenon associated with the "nice girl" in the same respect. She may be considered to be a prude, boring and submissive. (this is not really relevant to the topic so lets just disregard this)
The bad boys were also divided into two categories, "as either confident, attractive, sexy, and exciting or as manipulative, unfaithful, disrespectful of women, and interested only in sex."
Hmmm so according to Harold and Millhausen basically you can look at nice guys in one of two ways. Positively or negatively. Am i safe if i say that? no arguments there? So if you're 'committed, caring, and respectful of women' it makes you nice and if you are 'boring, lacking confidence, and unattractive' well IMO that just makes you a wimp.
And if you are confident, attractive, sexy, and exciting that makes you Bad (but bad like Russel Crowe) whilst if you're manipulative, unfaithful, disrespectful of women, and interested only in sex that also makes you bad but this time somewhere along the lines of Commodus (Joaquin Pheonix in Gladiator) or maybe Jack (the Ripper).
So women like nice guys (lets call them honorable guys) but dont like wimps. Women also like heroic chaps but also dislike the more perverted variety. Simple as that. You have to be nice but you cant be a wimp. You've gotta be bad, but you cant be an asshole.
There we go, problem solved.
I think it will be a while till even i come to terms with the magnitude of it all. For what we have accomplished here boys and girls is nothing short of phenomenal. It is the answer to the age old question that has baffled all men since Adam, ever since he discovered that part of his rib was missing and that he was no longer alone up there. The perplexing conundrum (not the blog) that all men inevitably think of when they gaze at the stars or when they look out the window or when they eat, sleep, wake up,jog, work, study etc. What do women really want?
And ladies, dont think that this day is no less important to you, because through empirical analysis you have finally been shown what you really want as well. Because if there's one thing we guys have instinctively known since the beginning of time is that; while we have no clue as to what women want, women, have even less of an idea about the whole thing.
So start thinkng ladies. You know what you want now. Just go out there and get it. Im right here. hyok.
*disclaimer - this post was written on a lazy monday afternoon, so by default, is justified in all its implications. And that includes the marginal meaninglessness of this 'disclaimer'.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Top 10 Most Commonly Used Words
According to askmen.com.
I have shamelessly reprinted it here without permission.
Languages are some of human being's greatest creations. These sophisticated systems of communications that were developed over thousands of years in thousands of different communities around the world are a testament to the ability of the Homo sapiens' brain. So why, with all of our linguistic prowess and vocabulary variety, do we have to use words far more than they were intended? The English language is full of these, and much to our chagrin they’re prevalent and not going anywhere.
So, here is a list of today’s 10 most overused words that make your ears burn every time you hear them.
No.10 - Love/Hate
Is there a garden around? Because these words have been watered down to the point of no return. And it’s all because people have been slowly accepting them as reasonable alternatives to describe fondness (or lack thereof). Love and hate both involved descriptions of serious passion or emotion at one time; now they’re just used as slang-fodder for anything to make a poetic statement. Let’s restore the prestige of these once-great expressions and lay off their usage, say, 95% of the time. That ought to help.
No.9 - Literally
Literally is another word that has been misconstrued into a bastardized form. When the exact reason to use the word is to express a non-exaggeration or a realistic degree of accuracy, why do people do the exact opposite? Literally is now used as a general intensive, and its very meaning has become lost and meaningless. Literally is meant to only be used when describing something verbatim, or for a correct technical explanation. It is not a synonym for figuratively or virtually. Let’s keep it as such.
No.8 - Ridiculous
The only thing ridiculous about this overused word is the number of times it’s used in everyday speak. Ridiculous means laughable, deserving of ridicule or something just downright preposterous. Now, while people tend to get the meaning (vaguely) correct for this one, four-syllable words like this are best saved for situations where things truly are absurd -- if your dog ate your homework, that’s ridiculous because it’s almost worthy of a laugh. There are better words to use than this tongue twister and no, “ri-donk-ulous” is not one of them
No.7 - Awesome
Are we stuck in the '80s? Can someone please explain why this expression is so commonly used as slang rather than as a proper adjective? Awesome can be lumped into the same cheese club with other un-cool terms such as radical, cowabunga and gnarly.
Awesome is supposed to be used to express a show of force or majesty. When your friend comes back with a six-pack of beer, responding with this reprehensible utterance just doesn’t match up to the awe of a powerful tornado or when viewing one of the top 10 American landmarks. Nice try, though.
No.6 - Whatever
Here’s the problem with the word whatever -- depending on the tone you use, it’s used by a variety of hipsters looking to disagree. Guys use it to downplay a video game defeat or a sports loss. Girlfriends use it angrily to stone their boyfriend’s opinion. And, when combined with a preamble such as like (which is also on this list of most overused words), it’s used by pink-purse-toting glamour girls to display surprise or enjoyment. Whatever the context (and that’s a proper use of the term), it is overused and ruining otherwise meaningful conversation.
No.5 - Bitch
It was only a matter of time before one of English’s finest derogatory terms became banter for the common man. And all it took was a few malicious hijackings to make this one of the most overused words out there. Normally used to describe a female canine, it’s evolved as an insult to women in contempt, an anchor lyric in hip-hop culture or as ubiquitous slang for those lower in the prison pecking order. This is in addition to other uses such as bitch slap, son of a bitch, bitching, and riding bitch. Our evolution as a species continues at a draw-dropping pace.
No.4 - Seriously
Another word that is used for more emphasis than most things deserve is the almost-a-question-but-more-of-a-statement seriously. It’s usually used in the manner of disbelief with a sarcastic tone when used as a question, or as an emphasis for a thought or future action. Either way, the word has become overused by the average conversationalist, and now verges on overkill as teenager or hipster jargon. And, when combined with other language fillers (such as dude or like), any actual seriousness this word used to offer is completely thrown out the window.
No.3 - Gay
Gay lost its meaning a long time ago in mainstream conversation, right around when the Village People began thrusting suggestively in colorful unison. Of course, that’s just one of many examples, but the word gay was originally meant to be jovial or in good spirits and, as we all know, now refers to homosexuality and its associated culture. All was good for a time, but the word was kidnapped, hog-tied and beaten down by pop culture to make reference to anything that was stupid, unfortunate or even an attempt to buff up one’s own masculinity (or hide insecurities -- you decide). Gay has lost its way.
No.2 - Nice
Here’s another bit of verbal overkill that has unfortunately lost its purpose. This once-friendly word has now been turned into a fallback excuse to tell people you’re not interested in their conversation. A lot of people who can’t listen, or refuse to listen, will drop this after someone tells a story, gives an anecdote or makes a comment. “Nice” they’ll respond, as in “OK, I have nothing to say to that.” The worst part is when the listener uses it as a means to end the conversation or to indirectly suggest an end to the current conversation. For this reason, it’s become a form of excuse, and has now fallen into the realm of overused words -- and is a compliment no more.
No.1 - Like
How this word is still used as a standard in the English language is astounding. People have been using the word like so liberally for the last 15 years that it’s become so commonplace no one even knows when they actually say it. It’s a sixth sense for scores of slang-tongued hipsters.
Originally used as an adjective to describe comparison, its slow and painful conversion to an interjection is now dominating conversations for any Gen X- or Y-er that grew up with two-star-rated (or less) dumb blonde movies. The only saving grace for this word is that when someone uses it too much, people will have no problem calling you out on it and exposing the below-average nature of this verbal ear sore.
Honorable mention - LOL
“Laughing out loud” or “lots of laughs” is probably the most popular acronym used by web-savvy keyboard warriors when instant messaging or chatting with friends online. Unfortunately, much like other viral software code, this short-form description has spiraled out of control as l33t speak on the internet (the actual term for internet “talk”). Now you can’t browse a web page or a blog without LOL being used somewhere, and thus aggravating proponents of proper e-English worldwide.
Lol! Thats literally the nicest list i've seen of the most awesomest words that you can seriously think of as the most commonly used ever! Any other words that you'd love to have seen? go ahead and mention em. Its ok if you hate em or think they're ridiculous. In fact, thats why you would mention em in the first place bitch!(i couldn't resist puting that one in) Like what-ever! Sorry for that really gay sentence by the way.
I have shamelessly reprinted it here without permission.
Languages are some of human being's greatest creations. These sophisticated systems of communications that were developed over thousands of years in thousands of different communities around the world are a testament to the ability of the Homo sapiens' brain. So why, with all of our linguistic prowess and vocabulary variety, do we have to use words far more than they were intended? The English language is full of these, and much to our chagrin they’re prevalent and not going anywhere.
So, here is a list of today’s 10 most overused words that make your ears burn every time you hear them.
No.10 - Love/Hate
Is there a garden around? Because these words have been watered down to the point of no return. And it’s all because people have been slowly accepting them as reasonable alternatives to describe fondness (or lack thereof). Love and hate both involved descriptions of serious passion or emotion at one time; now they’re just used as slang-fodder for anything to make a poetic statement. Let’s restore the prestige of these once-great expressions and lay off their usage, say, 95% of the time. That ought to help.
No.9 - Literally
Literally is another word that has been misconstrued into a bastardized form. When the exact reason to use the word is to express a non-exaggeration or a realistic degree of accuracy, why do people do the exact opposite? Literally is now used as a general intensive, and its very meaning has become lost and meaningless. Literally is meant to only be used when describing something verbatim, or for a correct technical explanation. It is not a synonym for figuratively or virtually. Let’s keep it as such.
No.8 - Ridiculous
The only thing ridiculous about this overused word is the number of times it’s used in everyday speak. Ridiculous means laughable, deserving of ridicule or something just downright preposterous. Now, while people tend to get the meaning (vaguely) correct for this one, four-syllable words like this are best saved for situations where things truly are absurd -- if your dog ate your homework, that’s ridiculous because it’s almost worthy of a laugh. There are better words to use than this tongue twister and no, “ri-donk-ulous” is not one of them
No.7 - Awesome
Are we stuck in the '80s? Can someone please explain why this expression is so commonly used as slang rather than as a proper adjective? Awesome can be lumped into the same cheese club with other un-cool terms such as radical, cowabunga and gnarly.
Awesome is supposed to be used to express a show of force or majesty. When your friend comes back with a six-pack of beer, responding with this reprehensible utterance just doesn’t match up to the awe of a powerful tornado or when viewing one of the top 10 American landmarks. Nice try, though.
No.6 - Whatever
Here’s the problem with the word whatever -- depending on the tone you use, it’s used by a variety of hipsters looking to disagree. Guys use it to downplay a video game defeat or a sports loss. Girlfriends use it angrily to stone their boyfriend’s opinion. And, when combined with a preamble such as like (which is also on this list of most overused words), it’s used by pink-purse-toting glamour girls to display surprise or enjoyment. Whatever the context (and that’s a proper use of the term), it is overused and ruining otherwise meaningful conversation.
No.5 - Bitch
It was only a matter of time before one of English’s finest derogatory terms became banter for the common man. And all it took was a few malicious hijackings to make this one of the most overused words out there. Normally used to describe a female canine, it’s evolved as an insult to women in contempt, an anchor lyric in hip-hop culture or as ubiquitous slang for those lower in the prison pecking order. This is in addition to other uses such as bitch slap, son of a bitch, bitching, and riding bitch. Our evolution as a species continues at a draw-dropping pace.
No.4 - Seriously
Another word that is used for more emphasis than most things deserve is the almost-a-question-but-more-of-a-statement seriously. It’s usually used in the manner of disbelief with a sarcastic tone when used as a question, or as an emphasis for a thought or future action. Either way, the word has become overused by the average conversationalist, and now verges on overkill as teenager or hipster jargon. And, when combined with other language fillers (such as dude or like), any actual seriousness this word used to offer is completely thrown out the window.
No.3 - Gay
Gay lost its meaning a long time ago in mainstream conversation, right around when the Village People began thrusting suggestively in colorful unison. Of course, that’s just one of many examples, but the word gay was originally meant to be jovial or in good spirits and, as we all know, now refers to homosexuality and its associated culture. All was good for a time, but the word was kidnapped, hog-tied and beaten down by pop culture to make reference to anything that was stupid, unfortunate or even an attempt to buff up one’s own masculinity (or hide insecurities -- you decide). Gay has lost its way.
No.2 - Nice
Here’s another bit of verbal overkill that has unfortunately lost its purpose. This once-friendly word has now been turned into a fallback excuse to tell people you’re not interested in their conversation. A lot of people who can’t listen, or refuse to listen, will drop this after someone tells a story, gives an anecdote or makes a comment. “Nice” they’ll respond, as in “OK, I have nothing to say to that.” The worst part is when the listener uses it as a means to end the conversation or to indirectly suggest an end to the current conversation. For this reason, it’s become a form of excuse, and has now fallen into the realm of overused words -- and is a compliment no more.
No.1 - Like
How this word is still used as a standard in the English language is astounding. People have been using the word like so liberally for the last 15 years that it’s become so commonplace no one even knows when they actually say it. It’s a sixth sense for scores of slang-tongued hipsters.
Originally used as an adjective to describe comparison, its slow and painful conversion to an interjection is now dominating conversations for any Gen X- or Y-er that grew up with two-star-rated (or less) dumb blonde movies. The only saving grace for this word is that when someone uses it too much, people will have no problem calling you out on it and exposing the below-average nature of this verbal ear sore.
Honorable mention - LOL
“Laughing out loud” or “lots of laughs” is probably the most popular acronym used by web-savvy keyboard warriors when instant messaging or chatting with friends online. Unfortunately, much like other viral software code, this short-form description has spiraled out of control as l33t speak on the internet (the actual term for internet “talk”). Now you can’t browse a web page or a blog without LOL being used somewhere, and thus aggravating proponents of proper e-English worldwide.
Lol! Thats literally the nicest list i've seen of the most awesomest words that you can seriously think of as the most commonly used ever! Any other words that you'd love to have seen? go ahead and mention em. Its ok if you hate em or think they're ridiculous. In fact, thats why you would mention em in the first place bitch!(i couldn't resist puting that one in) Like what-ever! Sorry for that really gay sentence by the way.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The odds and ends that pop in now and then
goinabeggin
Bah! The trouble you have to go through to find a decent place to beg these days. There is a freaking monopoly controlled by the one huge player in the market, an unofficial association of beggars. No, make that a syndicate. We’re talking mafia stylie here.
They’ve got all the good spots, places like MC are priority locations, only a given few can be present there at any given time. One can only assume that the little chap on the wheelchair with the disfigured arm, no legs and the pocket that is always full of money has a controlling stake in the whole enterprise or something. Otherwise you tell me how the same guy can hog the same damn lucrative location day in and day out? Especially if he is pint sized and can be pushed over (or rolled onto the street in front of a speeding bus) easily by any bigger beggar out there? And did I mention his pocket is always full of cash? There’s even someone standing by to empty it out now and then
There are also the celebrities, the ones you see on TV. Remember that blind couple who were splashed all over the TV some years ago. The ones who used to sing really well? Guess what? They were REAL! Yes that’s right. I couldn’t believe it the first time I saw them either. Saw em at the train station and then around Bambalapitiya, was a mere kid back then so it was like meeting a celebrity or something, walked upto em and dropped 2 rupees in their begging bowl with awestruck eyes never leaving their blind faces. Now I’m grown up though,and I want to be just like them, I am much more mature and don’t get star struck so easily.
I’m listening to this System of a Down song called ‘power struggle’ right now and thinking and that is what it is. A power struggle. Some of these beggars probably make more money than you or me. But most of them are probably really living in the gutter. It’s the 80-20 principle there as well. Everything is controlled, even beggars don’t get to beg when and where they want to. There is a market. And some markets are more lucrative than others; places like MC, Odel & House of Fashions are probably the bomb. And if they are the bomb, everyone who is a beggar worth his begging bones should come there right? Unless of course there is some sort of market force in action. Could be supply and demand, but it's more likely an organized force of thuggery and control.
Maybe they are even linked to the Mob. And I don’t mean The MoB.
Anyways, taking into consideration the unhealthy financial environment, I was just looking at my options. Oh well, I’ll just move on to the next one (investment banking). Begging isn’t as great as I thought it was. Crime essentially doesn’t pay either. If you doubt me read chapters 3&4 (if im not mistaken) of Freakonomics (500 bucks at VYB basement), begging is probably the same story. However if you are an aspiring burglar here are some tips to improve productivity.
Peace out.
Bah! The trouble you have to go through to find a decent place to beg these days. There is a freaking monopoly controlled by the one huge player in the market, an unofficial association of beggars. No, make that a syndicate. We’re talking mafia stylie here.
They’ve got all the good spots, places like MC are priority locations, only a given few can be present there at any given time. One can only assume that the little chap on the wheelchair with the disfigured arm, no legs and the pocket that is always full of money has a controlling stake in the whole enterprise or something. Otherwise you tell me how the same guy can hog the same damn lucrative location day in and day out? Especially if he is pint sized and can be pushed over (or rolled onto the street in front of a speeding bus) easily by any bigger beggar out there? And did I mention his pocket is always full of cash? There’s even someone standing by to empty it out now and then
There are also the celebrities, the ones you see on TV. Remember that blind couple who were splashed all over the TV some years ago. The ones who used to sing really well? Guess what? They were REAL! Yes that’s right. I couldn’t believe it the first time I saw them either. Saw em at the train station and then around Bambalapitiya, was a mere kid back then so it was like meeting a celebrity or something, walked upto em and dropped 2 rupees in their begging bowl with awestruck eyes never leaving their blind faces. Now I’m grown up though,
I’m listening to this System of a Down song called ‘power struggle’ right now and thinking and that is what it is. A power struggle. Some of these beggars probably make more money than you or me. But most of them are probably really living in the gutter. It’s the 80-20 principle there as well. Everything is controlled, even beggars don’t get to beg when and where they want to. There is a market. And some markets are more lucrative than others; places like MC, Odel & House of Fashions are probably the bomb. And if they are the bomb, everyone who is a beggar worth his begging bones should come there right? Unless of course there is some sort of market force in action. Could be supply and demand, but it's more likely an organized force of thuggery and control.
Maybe they are even linked to the Mob. And I don’t mean The MoB.
Anyways, taking into consideration the unhealthy financial environment, I was just looking at my options. Oh well, I’ll just move on to the next one (investment banking). Begging isn’t as great as I thought it was. Crime essentially doesn’t pay either. If you doubt me read chapters 3&4 (if im not mistaken) of Freakonomics (500 bucks at VYB basement), begging is probably the same story. However if you are an aspiring burglar here are some tips to improve productivity.
Peace out.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The Freedom to Bitch - A Question
'Freedom of speech also includes freedom to bitch'
The words of The Artist Formerly Known as St. Fallen.
I am reading a lot of defiant and politically incorrect posts going up all over the place. Politically obtuse, religiously insulting, generally insulting, socially degrading, racist, sexist, you name it, we've got it on Kottu.
Is this a good thing?
What do yall think?
The words of The Artist Formerly Known as St. Fallen.
I am reading a lot of defiant and politically incorrect posts going up all over the place. Politically obtuse, religiously insulting, generally insulting, socially degrading, racist, sexist, you name it, we've got it on Kottu.
Is this a good thing?
What do yall think?
Monday, January 12, 2009
Stuck with sentiment
Sometimes the world will just refuse to move
For sometimes you are just stuck with sentiments
When all you've been doing is refusing their rule
one fine day they storm your castle.
They rage and they pillage
but with gentle abandon
they ravish your nerve centres
with euphoric sensations
But therein lies their trick
and there lies along right with it
a little demon in disguise
planning your imminent demise
Rubbing little black demonic hands together
snickering in disbelief
for now he's almost got me
withering in relief
I am happy in the moment
but i am stuck with sentiment
and the more my balloon fills
the higher I will fly
and the harder I will fall
when he pricks and kills.
For sometimes you are just stuck with sentiments
When all you've been doing is refusing their rule
one fine day they storm your castle.
They rage and they pillage
but with gentle abandon
they ravish your nerve centres
with euphoric sensations
But therein lies their trick
and there lies along right with it
a little demon in disguise
planning your imminent demise
Rubbing little black demonic hands together
snickering in disbelief
for now he's almost got me
withering in relief
I am happy in the moment
but i am stuck with sentiment
and the more my balloon fills
the higher I will fly
and the harder I will fall
when he pricks and kills.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Don't Shoot! I'm with the government!
What's been happening around the place? when bloggers like RD, Gehan & The Messiah start talking politics you know that there's some seriously disturbing shit going down.
Lasantha was shot down and killed. I am deeply disturbed by his death. He was a beacon of free speech for all of us on this little island. A hopeful light that here, there still remains a man capable of defying the stifling blankets of control imposed upon us. Here was someone not afraid to fight for the truth. He was a symbol of freedom. In that freedom is a right to express yourself no matter what the environment.
In a day and age where patriotism is mistaken for supporting the government in everything they do, we are all liable to be shot down. Are we still living in a democracy, or are we heading for a pseudo autocracy? Do we all support the war? if we do, should we necessarily brand those who don't support it 'traitors'? Or should we shout down the warnings that say 'everything is not quite right here' because if everything was fine and dandy, there wouldnt really be reporters dying like flies, and TV stations being burned down yes?
A nationalist uprising? or rather, my brown Sri Lankan bottom. But perhaps it is, my bottom has been known to be wrong on the past.
Lasantha was shot down and killed. I am deeply disturbed by his death. He was a beacon of free speech for all of us on this little island. A hopeful light that here, there still remains a man capable of defying the stifling blankets of control imposed upon us. Here was someone not afraid to fight for the truth. He was a symbol of freedom. In that freedom is a right to express yourself no matter what the environment.
In a day and age where patriotism is mistaken for supporting the government in everything they do, we are all liable to be shot down. Are we still living in a democracy, or are we heading for a pseudo autocracy? Do we all support the war? if we do, should we necessarily brand those who don't support it 'traitors'? Or should we shout down the warnings that say 'everything is not quite right here' because if everything was fine and dandy, there wouldnt really be reporters dying like flies, and TV stations being burned down yes?
A nationalist uprising? or rather, my brown Sri Lankan bottom. But perhaps it is, my bottom has been known to be wrong on the past.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Terror, is it racial?
Okay you dopey morons. I’m gonna tell you about some insight that attacked my brilliant mind last Sunday while we were smoking up some good greens on the beach. where does terror originate?
The talk starts with the ultimate blight of the depraved System. None of us want to be a part of it. Yet we all ride it. None of us actually want to go to work. yet we do,. we are all in it for the money. A few lucky ones prefer to self actualize and choose a path of life that is apart from the mainstream. A few brave ones. But is not very much fun doing it if you don't have the money to support a house in Colombo, great food, and hangouts in all the artsy places around town. So the apparently altruistic, at least the ones we could identify, were all rich kids with big inheritances ditching the system cos their spoilt enough to afford it. The rest are all 'struggling artists' Which doesn’t really count right?
We have all go a set of needs to fulfill. And rarely will you find a bugger self actualizing without a shit given to basic necessities like food, shelter, security etc. So most of us on a default basis basically 'ride the system'. Which of course is, the economy as we know it. The system fakes everything up and tells you that you are making an honest living. and, little knowing the greed that is driving imbalance and oppression across the world, you gladly work for it. Hell i do too.
The system is a network of capitalization. The powerful always stay on top. It is driven by power and money. Any external benefits that happen because of it are purely there to help it grow. because the system knows its a give and take ball game. but it is essentially exploitative. That’s why you don’t see most companies take steps against pollution unless there is enormous public pressure for it to do so. It knows if doesn't comply, it's gonna destroy its income. So then we have 'green' sucker uppers.
The System has been running the world for a long time. Ever wondered why the British empire was never criticized for its sudden and disgraceful loss of power (After WW2 it went from owning almost half the worlds land mass to owning practically nothing.) Yet they still command oodles of respect in the world’s hierarchy of powerbrokers. Ever looked closely at the regions that the Brits pulled out of? Ever noticed what a fucked up state they were left in? look at Africa. They were doing really well in the days of the Empire. Now their hitting the dust again and again. Look at India. They were united in power against the occupier. Muslims, Hindus alike, the Brits left and somehow massive racial violence breaks out and what was once India is now several nations. Their power broken down. There's no telling really, what they might have achieved as a country if they had stayed united and never waged all these destructive internal wars that tore them apart.
The Brits had a strategic withdrawal plan alright; They were in cahoots with the Americans when they were doing it. Consolidating their power even in retreat. One can almost say the Empire never died. Just closed in on itself.
Just look at SL. Even India. We were divided before being colonized, then we finally united against a common enemy, who somehow made sure we divided again after we finally won over them.
Fine. Now leave all that aside and look at us people again. We are working for a system that runs the world. That’s fine. we don’t think a lot beyond our own needs, and essentially we don’t need to. The system works on the basis that everyone has a need for it to survive. But how about the crushed? how about its vast inefficiencies and the destruction that is waged by the system? How about the web of lies we continue to believe in because it gives us comfort and allows to pretend that what we are doing is actually the best thing we could be doing. That we are not contributing to the dastardly effects the system has on the world.
How about those few who stand up against it? Are they the terrorists? Or are they just one form of terrorists?
What do yall think? If you've managed to follow my reasoning so far. If not, I'm gonna tell you anyways what I think.
The talk starts with the ultimate blight of the depraved System. None of us want to be a part of it. Yet we all ride it. None of us actually want to go to work. yet we do,. we are all in it for the money. A few lucky ones prefer to self actualize and choose a path of life that is apart from the mainstream. A few brave ones. But is not very much fun doing it if you don't have the money to support a house in Colombo, great food, and hangouts in all the artsy places around town. So the apparently altruistic, at least the ones we could identify, were all rich kids with big inheritances ditching the system cos their spoilt enough to afford it. The rest are all 'struggling artists' Which doesn’t really count right?
We have all go a set of needs to fulfill. And rarely will you find a bugger self actualizing without a shit given to basic necessities like food, shelter, security etc. So most of us on a default basis basically 'ride the system'. Which of course is, the economy as we know it. The system fakes everything up and tells you that you are making an honest living. and, little knowing the greed that is driving imbalance and oppression across the world, you gladly work for it. Hell i do too.
The system is a network of capitalization. The powerful always stay on top. It is driven by power and money. Any external benefits that happen because of it are purely there to help it grow. because the system knows its a give and take ball game. but it is essentially exploitative. That’s why you don’t see most companies take steps against pollution unless there is enormous public pressure for it to do so. It knows if doesn't comply, it's gonna destroy its income. So then we have 'green' sucker uppers.
The System has been running the world for a long time. Ever wondered why the British empire was never criticized for its sudden and disgraceful loss of power (After WW2 it went from owning almost half the worlds land mass to owning practically nothing.) Yet they still command oodles of respect in the world’s hierarchy of powerbrokers. Ever looked closely at the regions that the Brits pulled out of? Ever noticed what a fucked up state they were left in? look at Africa. They were doing really well in the days of the Empire. Now their hitting the dust again and again. Look at India. They were united in power against the occupier. Muslims, Hindus alike, the Brits left and somehow massive racial violence breaks out and what was once India is now several nations. Their power broken down. There's no telling really, what they might have achieved as a country if they had stayed united and never waged all these destructive internal wars that tore them apart.
The Brits had a strategic withdrawal plan alright; They were in cahoots with the Americans when they were doing it. Consolidating their power even in retreat. One can almost say the Empire never died. Just closed in on itself.
Just look at SL. Even India. We were divided before being colonized, then we finally united against a common enemy, who somehow made sure we divided again after we finally won over them.
Fine. Now leave all that aside and look at us people again. We are working for a system that runs the world. That’s fine. we don’t think a lot beyond our own needs, and essentially we don’t need to. The system works on the basis that everyone has a need for it to survive. But how about the crushed? how about its vast inefficiencies and the destruction that is waged by the system? How about the web of lies we continue to believe in because it gives us comfort and allows to pretend that what we are doing is actually the best thing we could be doing. That we are not contributing to the dastardly effects the system has on the world.
How about those few who stand up against it? Are they the terrorists? Or are they just one form of terrorists?
What do yall think? If you've managed to follow my reasoning so far. If not, I'm gonna tell you anyways what I think.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Hello Sri Lanka!!
thats the title of an olden days Black Sabbath song. back when ozzy was biting the heads off of dragons. Bats. I mean bats. not dragons. the symptoms are simple. Oh wait no. That’s Not. as a matter of fact, you know what that Is?
Shah Rukh Kahn man, ah the dream throb i mean the heart throb. Indian booteh baby. Come to take away the market share of the meanest leanest (and the leanest meanest) mobile company to ever hit the shores of Ceylon since Ptolemy (who as matter of fact was not a mobile company, but he believed in telepathy, which is a lie, and doesn’t count anyway).
I am smuttering in confusion and utter disasmagoria having just seen the new Airtel Ad, it's a good ad and I happen to work for their biggest competitor. Shiver me timbers shrinkle my spine? nah. its funny really. Its typical in its feel good er, feel. Yes I am a bit lost for words to describe it. you'll have to see it to know.
I think it delivers quite a stomach punching affect. Featuring fantastic footage depicting everything from sigiriya, epic shots of mountain tops and winding trains, the usual mix of Kandyan dancers, extremely pretty looking girl, appealing looking guys (to the ladies I’m sure) and just when you're lost in a land of fantasy (which seems like an all new Sri Lanka, Srilankan Airlines look out) you have a backdrop of a sea reaching sunset in a coupla hours shining golden in the afternoon light. The sky is disappearing in the water amidst a white and yellow glare. and you then see a hand. Which expands into the full form of aforementioned pretty boy giving the smile he usually reserves for the likes of Preity Zinta.
'Hello Sri Lanka!' comes the sexy drawl (I think)
And Poof! PUNCH!
all over the island, people watching Kavya, Mahagedara, 8.30 dramas. People in offices watching the video online and through the e-mails circulated, people watching Sirasa TV news, pensioners at home treasuring their Upahara pack, Executives across all the existing player's offices, people in gyms, people in waiting rooms, people watching the test match outside Singer showrooms ALL GET PUNCHED IN THE STOMACH.
And they all want to talk to Shah Rukh Kahn.
babum babum babum. Interesting times indeed. (*oh no we're screwed!* shut the hell up, subconscious!)
We'll be ok. Hopefully.
This link is to the video. Let me know if it doesnt work. Ciao.
Shah Rukh Kahn man, ah the dream throb i mean the heart throb. Indian booteh baby. Come to take away the market share of the meanest leanest (and the leanest meanest) mobile company to ever hit the shores of Ceylon since Ptolemy (who as matter of fact was not a mobile company, but he believed in telepathy, which is a lie, and doesn’t count anyway).
I am smuttering in confusion and utter disasmagoria having just seen the new Airtel Ad, it's a good ad and I happen to work for their biggest competitor. Shiver me timbers shrinkle my spine? nah. its funny really. Its typical in its feel good er, feel. Yes I am a bit lost for words to describe it. you'll have to see it to know.
I think it delivers quite a stomach punching affect. Featuring fantastic footage depicting everything from sigiriya, epic shots of mountain tops and winding trains, the usual mix of Kandyan dancers, extremely pretty looking girl, appealing looking guys (to the ladies I’m sure) and just when you're lost in a land of fantasy (which seems like an all new Sri Lanka, Srilankan Airlines look out) you have a backdrop of a sea reaching sunset in a coupla hours shining golden in the afternoon light. The sky is disappearing in the water amidst a white and yellow glare. and you then see a hand. Which expands into the full form of aforementioned pretty boy giving the smile he usually reserves for the likes of Preity Zinta.
'Hello Sri Lanka!' comes the sexy drawl (I think)
And Poof! PUNCH!
all over the island, people watching Kavya, Mahagedara, 8.30 dramas. People in offices watching the video online and through the e-mails circulated, people watching Sirasa TV news, pensioners at home treasuring their Upahara pack, Executives across all the existing player's offices, people in gyms, people in waiting rooms, people watching the test match outside Singer showrooms ALL GET PUNCHED IN THE STOMACH.
And they all want to talk to Shah Rukh Kahn.
babum babum babum. Interesting times indeed. (*oh no we're screwed!* shut the hell up, subconscious!)
We'll be ok. Hopefully.
This link is to the video. Let me know if it doesnt work. Ciao.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Hi I’m TheWhacksteR, and I’m emotionless.
‘Hi TheWhacksteR!’ came the chorus.
‘Geez, why does he have a ‘the’ in front of his name, the conceited prick’
‘Ahem, now now, let the man share his story’
OK. Here goes aherm.. emotion.
I can’t show it. Well I do show it. But only sometimes. I mean I can’t just push a button that says ‘express appropriate emotion’ and badabing, My face contorts into the appropriate gestures to satisfy whoever is expecting it. No I’ll leave all that in the capable hands of Shah Rukh Khan. Theatrics man, I tell you, they just get on your nerves.
Ok i suppose you may have figured out i am on a bit of a rant mode here, so I’ll try and keep it as objective as possible. But it’s hard ‘cos I get this a lot. Especially from those females whom I’ve been romantically involved with from a mild to a very serious extent. To my ex for instance, I’ve been a ‘dead man’ and this is my favourite, ‘British’.
Listen. I can’t fudging spell out in words what I’m feeling now can i? Uv gotta understand it. If I’m disposed to have a stony expression on my face most of the time it’s because it’s probably a reflection of how my mind works, I am not an effing Emo to suddenly burst into tears neither am I Marilyn Manson to get all wonky faced when you say something that bites. I only show it when it comes to a point where i am automatically inclined to it. Get used to it. Damn it.
I guess it takes a person who is capable of understanding you to really see what’s going through your mind. And i don’t believe that expressing emotions has got anything to do with it. Because even if i am a stony faced bugger, i am always conveying my feelings through my actions, words and expressions, it only takes someone on the same mental wavelength to understand. So its bullshit if someone tells you that you are not showing emotion (unless you’re actively hiding it). They are probably reading you all wrong. And if it’s your girlfriend or boyfriend who’s doing it, and they can’t seem to change, take my kind advice and become swingle, fast.
Awkward/ poignant/ embarrassing (the appropriate emotion is not quite clear) pause.
*cough* er, thats it.
‘Ahem! Ok ladies and gentlemen, why don’t we show Whackster here our appreciation for sharing and give him a loud round of applause!’.
Er it’s THE Whackster actually. But er. Never mind, er
*clap clap clap clap*
‘Thank you for sharing Whackster!’
‘conceited prick!’
‘Okay! Who’s next?’
‘Geez, why does he have a ‘the’ in front of his name, the conceited prick’
‘Ahem, now now, let the man share his story’
OK. Here goes aherm.. emotion.
I can’t show it. Well I do show it. But only sometimes. I mean I can’t just push a button that says ‘express appropriate emotion’ and badabing, My face contorts into the appropriate gestures to satisfy whoever is expecting it. No I’ll leave all that in the capable hands of Shah Rukh Khan. Theatrics man, I tell you, they just get on your nerves.
Ok i suppose you may have figured out i am on a bit of a rant mode here, so I’ll try and keep it as objective as possible. But it’s hard ‘cos I get this a lot. Especially from those females whom I’ve been romantically involved with from a mild to a very serious extent. To my ex for instance, I’ve been a ‘dead man’ and this is my favourite, ‘British’.
Listen. I can’t fudging spell out in words what I’m feeling now can i? Uv gotta understand it. If I’m disposed to have a stony expression on my face most of the time it’s because it’s probably a reflection of how my mind works, I am not an effing Emo to suddenly burst into tears neither am I Marilyn Manson to get all wonky faced when you say something that bites. I only show it when it comes to a point where i am automatically inclined to it. Get used to it. Damn it.
I guess it takes a person who is capable of understanding you to really see what’s going through your mind. And i don’t believe that expressing emotions has got anything to do with it. Because even if i am a stony faced bugger, i am always conveying my feelings through my actions, words and expressions, it only takes someone on the same mental wavelength to understand. So its bullshit if someone tells you that you are not showing emotion (unless you’re actively hiding it). They are probably reading you all wrong. And if it’s your girlfriend or boyfriend who’s doing it, and they can’t seem to change, take my kind advice and become swingle, fast.
Awkward/ poignant/ embarrassing (the appropriate emotion is not quite clear) pause.
*cough* er, thats it.
‘Ahem! Ok ladies and gentlemen, why don’t we show Whackster here our appreciation for sharing and give him a loud round of applause!’.
Er it’s THE Whackster actually. But er. Never mind, er
*clap clap clap clap*
‘Thank you for sharing Whackster!’
‘conceited prick!’
‘Okay! Who’s next?’
Friday, January 2, 2009
My Ass (and other figments of my imagination)
Lies
the tie you tie
everyday is a leash
like a dog you work
for the beast.
they squeeze
dragging you every step of the way
don't scream
it only makes it worse.
work
for your living
work and just pretend
you're doing what you're doing
because it's self fulfilling.
because the pittance you get
is what you deserve.
like a dung beetle you struggle
rolling up a hill
only to retire happy
in the knowledge that you're it
on top of a pile of shit.
the tie you tie
everyday is a leash
like a dog you work
for the beast.
they squeeze
dragging you every step of the way
don't scream
it only makes it worse.
work
for your living
work and just pretend
you're doing what you're doing
because it's self fulfilling.
because the pittance you get
is what you deserve.
like a dung beetle you struggle
rolling up a hill
only to retire happy
in the knowledge that you're it
on top of a pile of shit.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
The sounds that define our generation
the bell of a bumbai muttai man
the nokia default ring tone
the nokia sms tone (bip beeeep, bip beeep)
shah rukh kahn's teary voice
'as long as you love me' by the backsteet boys
the sound of a death rattle like three wheel horn
the series of beeps before an SLBC news bulletin
various snippets of sinhalese slang; ela kiri, sirra, fit the bird etc
baila music. yeah!
metallica (perhaps only among a limited few of us)
a politician screaming on stage
the walls ice cream song!
hmmm..anything else?
the nokia default ring tone
the nokia sms tone (bip beeeep, bip beeep)
shah rukh kahn's teary voice
'as long as you love me' by the backsteet boys
the sound of a death rattle like three wheel horn
the series of beeps before an SLBC news bulletin
various snippets of sinhalese slang; ela kiri, sirra, fit the bird etc
baila music. yeah!
metallica (perhaps only among a limited few of us)
a politician screaming on stage
the walls ice cream song!
hmmm..anything else?
crappy poo year
hey all here's wishing you a crappy poo year
the windows are dusty and the gardens are dead
the sun is still shining but the cloud cover is heavy
blast this new beginning! it's the beginning of the end!
The women are either boring, unavailable or out of your league
there are no jobs that pay you enough to eat
there are a few buses where you get trampled on your feet
but that's only if you're lucky and you're not abused from behind.
There is no justice, petrol is still high
there are still politicians putting parts all the time
they dont give a damn if we all starve and die
they'll dance on their fat bellies and laugh till they cry
there is few reason to live and not to cry
and those reasons can be written on the side of a french fry
there is no hope the world is going up in flames
there is no love, the devil has eaten us up in his game.
we play and gamble, we lie all the time
we try and mumble when the truth needs to shine
we hurt and maim, without even knowing
there is no telling exactly where our poor souls are going.
so let me in conclusion wish you again
a crappy poo year to yours and your dearest
if you start off the bottom there's only one way to go
so start off this year in spirits that are the lowest of the low!
to eternal damnation! ('til we get tired of it)
the windows are dusty and the gardens are dead
the sun is still shining but the cloud cover is heavy
blast this new beginning! it's the beginning of the end!
The women are either boring, unavailable or out of your league
there are no jobs that pay you enough to eat
there are a few buses where you get trampled on your feet
but that's only if you're lucky and you're not abused from behind.
There is no justice, petrol is still high
there are still politicians putting parts all the time
they dont give a damn if we all starve and die
they'll dance on their fat bellies and laugh till they cry
there is few reason to live and not to cry
and those reasons can be written on the side of a french fry
there is no hope the world is going up in flames
there is no love, the devil has eaten us up in his game.
we play and gamble, we lie all the time
we try and mumble when the truth needs to shine
we hurt and maim, without even knowing
there is no telling exactly where our poor souls are going.
so let me in conclusion wish you again
a crappy poo year to yours and your dearest
if you start off the bottom there's only one way to go
so start off this year in spirits that are the lowest of the low!
to eternal damnation! ('til we get tired of it)
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