Off on a Tangent ~ හිතුමතේ හී සර

Overheard while getting baked in the Colombo sun in the Premadasa stadium yesterday, at the match between SL and Pakistan: 'Machang this is the last world cup in the world huh' 'What?? What the f*** do you mean?' 'No men the world ends in 2012 right, so this is the last world cup before 2012' 'OMG you're right machang!' 'Yeah and if we win the cup this time, we'd be the champs for like - ever right? මේ කල්පේ ඉවර වෙනකන් එතකොට කප් එක අපේ තමයි ' ******************* Also, I managed to put my exceptional (ahem) powers of observation into use and notice the many flamboyant hair styles and headgear among the screaming SL fans. Really guys, you were awesome - I meant the fans of course :D Basically, the hair fashion could be categorized into the following: The Gollywog head 2. The Funky Neon head 3. The Conehead 4. The Octopus head Well we did not win the match - and it is yet to be seen who will be the champs ...

Where ever I am rain seems to reign. Australia, Malaysia, Lanka - it's all a big dripping slush. *Sigh It does not help that leaky roofs seem to follow me around the globe. The residential advisor dude called me from Melbourne to kindly inform me that my room's been sort of flooded due to a leak in the roof. This was followed by some frantic skyping and FBing to my friends who sweetly obliged my requests to move 'non-rain proof' stuff out of my room and sort it all out. To quote one of them 'The therapeutic aroma in ur room currently is awesome' - due to the wet carpet I'm sure. Anyway the important thing is, I am back :D for a little vacation. It doesn't seem that I've been away for 10 months... Strange... I was in transit at Singapore this time - and have to say the rate they charge for international calls is absolute bloody murder! Since my phone was stupid and did not have roaming (!?) had to use my credit card to call home, and upon...

Day 03 - Something I have to forgive myself for... Grace Hopper once said that it is often easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission. For all those times I went ahead on gut feeling driven by impulse or pure recklessness without asking permission from myself, knowing perfectly that I'd not give permission to go ahead and say, refuse point blank to do stupid mundane tasks for my boss, or ride in the foot board of the bus even when there's plenty room inside, or slap someone because they were starting to sound like a male chauvinist pig, or watch a movie when a 3000 odd words paper is due the following day.... dear me, I ask forgiveness. And I, forgive me.

Today is Day 02, and Day 02 is Something I love about myself. So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned... Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land! I'll teach you to jump on the wind's back, and away we go! I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg! I love it that I can still be in love with Peter Pan :)

Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void. - Kathleen Kelly on You've Got Mail

What do I hate about myself? I hate that most of my exciting awesome life is lived inside my own head. I hate that I don't have the courage to be emotionally vulnerable. Most of all I hate that I can so easily forgive what others do to me, but I cannot forgive what I do to myself. End of day 01

And how! Although I have never actually watched a match live on a stadium before, even in Lanka, there's something awesome in cheering for your team in another country. And the feeling is just super awesome when you actually do win! We bought the tickets ages ago - and around 50% of the Lankans I know in Melbourne were planning to attend - never mind the weather forecast was something awful for Wednesday. As we later found out, the 'papare band' plays at Gate 6, Southern stand and we were at Gate 3 - but we had a good Lankan crowd in that stand too - although nothing compared to Gate 6! And maaan what a crowd that was! Evidently only around 20,000 people turned up at the MCG, and I'm positive around 75% of them were Lankans! From the vibrant blue and yellow colours, the Lion flags, the Papare music, and the loud cheer, Australia might have been playing in Sri Lanka instead of the other way round! The loud Lankan cheering got somewhat subdued after losing 8 wickets, and...