Pride, Bride and Prejudice

Irritable Towel Syndrome

Alright put yourself in this situation. There's a great Sinhalese Baila musical show coming up in August...2 popular Sri Lankan singers named Bhatiya and Santush are coming to Sydney and they will be performing for us just for $25 per head. So we (a Sri Lankan group of friends) all plan to go cos we love to dance. And then a Bollywood dinner and dance cruise in the Sydney harbour is coming up too. It's in September and the tickets are $55 per head. My Indian friends are calling me for it and they just rang me to book tickets. Now I want to go for both as the prices of the tickets aren't too high and I enjoy both Sinhalese and Hindi music, and ofcourse dancing. But my sister suddenly drops a bomb on me...she goes "we can't waste money on both, we can only go for one..I have to think". HELLO waste?? Who's wasting money here? I don't call going to an exciting musical show that we will most probably enjoy a waste. And neither do I think $25 + $55 is a big amount for 2 shows cos usually the concerts/dinners/shows we go to cost more than that. How can you judge the quality of a show to be a waste without really being there in the first place? I don't know what got into my sister's head suddenly cos I really don't think saving either $25 or $55 would put someone in a position to buy a Ferrari or a castle tomorrow (rolling eyes here)! Also, they are both shows that we are really going to enjoy and they don't take place every year either. This reminded me that once I booked for Lion King at the Sydney Capitol theatre and tickets were like $120 each, and then my sister backed off. So I had to cancel that too. Sounds like I suffer from Throwing In The Towel disease ha? Giving up each time accepting Defeat, when it's not even a case of Defeat. So hang on a sec. What would you do in this kind of situation? This time I'd go without her. Cos I can't wait all my life for people to agree with my likes and dislikes, and neither are they gonna wait for me - they always have it their way. I'm always in some function that someone else wanted to go to or I'm always doing something for someone else. So for a change, I'm gonna retain my self-pride. This time I wanna do it my way and I will go for both shows.

City Of Brides

To calm myself down, I will put up some pics of Sri Lankan Sinhalese (namely Kandyan-style) Brides. This is what I'd have to wear if I get married to a Sinhalese man - Buddhist that is (Hindu wedding gear is different). Whether I marry or not, I'd love to put this gear on and take few pics just for the heck of it :). That last pic is of a friend of mine from school. She's a famous model/actress in Sri Lanka now. It's not a wedding pic...it's a modelling pic of her in the traditional Sri Lankan Kandyan-style saree. I have worn it too as a friend's brides-maid few years ago - it was a Peacock blue saree and I had all the traditional jewellery on as well - it was sooo exciting to walk around feeling like royalty LOL! Enjoy the pics.

Today's music is an old, famous Baila song from Sri Lanka titled Yanna Rata Wate (means Going around the country). It's about Sri Lanka and it's natural beauty. This is one song I love to dance to. This music video shows some of the most beautiful places in Sri Lanka - the hills in Kandy, the Tea plantations, the waterfalls, beaches, temples, the ever famous Sigiriya, the stupas and the frescoes, the wild ponds where beautiful Lotuses grow etc etc. I love my motherland and I miss the place very much! I love Australia too but you can only feel at HOME when you're in your motherland. Strange ha. Don't forget to check out the video to have a look at where I come from. La la la la la laa la la la lala laaa! Come dance with me :).

Current Music: Yanna Rata Wate (Sinhalese Baila song)

Boredzilla Facts

UPDATE: Please read Lisa's current post here. She wrote it to make me feel better from my last post but I think it's a wonderful read for every son and daughter...it will remind you how much your fathers should be loved and cherished. Such a heartfelt post!

21 things that bore me to RIP status:

1. High-fibre cereal (I call it fish food)

2. Om Shanthi Shanti attitude that points fingers at my halter-neck top (respect individuality or keep shut - it'll save you from flaunting your ignorance)

3. Kodak-perfect happy couples (stop pretending urggggh!)

4. 65c a bottle fizzy drinks (it's an attempt to paint your liver purple, red and aquamarine)

5. No-Frills airlines (if you get to the destination with all your organs in place then we are happy chappies)

6. Cheap shoes (it's equivalent to butchering your feet with your consent)

7. People who constantly bullshit (yawwwwwwwn!)

8. People who cant make decisions and change their minds every nano second (Guns do have a purpose, says Mr.Doggy Columbo)

9. Webcam chats (I get an allergic reaction to it)

10. Religious ceremonies that take ages to finish before we could eat something (I don't attend them anymore - they are toxic to my sanity)

11. Parties where there's nobody that I know except the host (what do you talk about, fruit-flies in Republic of Congo?)

12. People who find faults in anything you do (Fuck off you make me dizzy!)

13. Men who think they should only marry a virgin (dickheads that I'd hire a thug to re-arrange certain organs. With a small additional fee I'd make them end up being virgins for life)

14. People who take a very long time to get to the point (I'd reach Crete Islands just by walking before they get to the point and they'd still be rambling)

15. People who pretend they like you when they don't (it's written all over your body-language Eisntein!)

16. Jealous relatives who are never happy for you (I'd use a doormat that reads 'Friends Welcome, relatives by appointment only')

17. Friends who can't forgive and forget (You have been forgiven and forgotten too, goodbye!)

18. Movies with no real plot that self-classifies them as Drama, Mystery etc (drama and mystery indeed, cos my brain is mutilating from the torture I put myself through watching it)

19. People who judge you by what you wear/where you live/what you do for a living etc (God probably created you when there was a serious lack of icecream in His divine fridge)

20. News channels that make Paris Hilton-likes the priority news (oyeah we can understand how seriously important Paris' invisible undy is to the news CEO compared to other serious global issues!)

21. Arranged marriages that require the girl to be beautiful, educated, fair skinned, be able to cook, dance, sing, basically be a superwoman, a slave to her husband and even join him in his coffin if he dies before her (Eat my shorts!)

Ok now list me some of your Boredzilla facts - doesn't have to be 21 facts, just a few will do. And oh, Poo wants you to list a name that you'd like to call me with. For example, Poo calls me Sexyroo, HE calls me Keshtar etc etc. So yeah name me with all your heart :). Now they had better be nice names!

Today's music is from the Hindi movie Kal Ho Na Ho (means Tomorrow may never come). This is one of my fav Hindi songs. Listen to the music and watch the video (there's subs as well)...it's really beautiful. Look around Love is everywhere. There's an ocean of love in my blog today and that's all that matters to me. For tomorrow may never come. And see I'm smiling all because of you. Happy Wednesday guys!

Current Music: Kuch To Hua Hai from the Hindi movie Kal Ho Naa Ho

Missing Forever

Missing Person Notice!

Age: Forever young
Sex: Male
Last seen: Next to me a couple of years ago
Last clothes: Blue jumper and grey pants
Height: 6 feet
Complexion: Fair
Hair color: Black

Profession: Tough Police guy but a very loving father and a genuine friend to many (he helped many people in countless ways)
Nationality: Beautiful human being with the biggest heart
Name: Keshi's dad
Reward: Everything I own just to see him one more time

(The above pic of my dad was taken from his Identity Card...he was about 18yrs old in this pic)

Travelling the world...searching all the cities...scanning all the streets...knocking every door...checking every room...I'm looking for you, I'm looking for you. No one has seen you since that final Saturday...it's been a long time since we heard from you. My mother sits in silence...she can't help me either...cos she knows I'm looking for someone that I won't find. Climbed all the mountains...swam all the rivers...walked all the lonely roads...got wet in the rains for years and years...seeked in every heart. Still no sign of you....so I ask for help from someone out there who may know where you are. I'm forever looking for him...the life that I'm living right now is a lie...life isn't life without him. Can someone tell me the meaning of this life if our loved-ones have to die so young? Where do people go when they die?

Today's music is an old Sinhalese song called Unmada Sithuwam (crazy feelings), especially for my dad, cos he was a Sinhalese man who loved music - Sinhalese, English, Tamil, Hindi and lots more...he was a very good singer (what a deep beautiful voice!) and a great dancer too. This is a very famous song in Sri Lanka sung by renowned singer, the late Gunadasa Kapuge. This song is about a forbidden love (from the very famous Sinhalese movie 'Ektam Ge' which means the Lighthouse) - and even though it's really about 2 lovers, I think of my dad whenever I listen to this song. That's cos the music and lyrics remind me of a forbidden time...a time cut too short...a love between a father and a daughter that didn't receive enough time to breathe. Just like the tainted photograph, the memories may slowly fade...but my love for you shall never die...

The meaning of this song is written below. That's my own conversion and it's very hard for me to write this post, so please bear with me. And I'm so very sorry if I made you sad too. This post is not to gain sympathy - no sympathy can really fix me anyways. I met a close relative of my dad over the weekend after a very long time, at a Sinhalese musical show in Sydney. That person is also a great singer in Sri Lanka and is on tour here. It brought back all the the memories of my dad, his voice, his warmth, his face, his aura. This is how I feel today and I had to write it down. And now the meaning of the song is:

Crazy feelings just come into my mind...
Amidst the clouds from a distant past
A broken love that set fire to my heart
I'm alone now in a desolate house...
Amidst the frightening waves of a violent ocean
I own only the lonely and empty breeze
The falling mind is now my only solace
I'm alone now in a desolate house...
Among a thousand flowers I only longed for you
Why did that flower leave me and hide away
My hands still hold the scent of that flower
I'm alone now in a desolate house... ... ...


Current Music: Unmada Sithuwam by Gunadasa Kapuge

Spirit Of Fucking

WARNING: Fucking ahead!

Ok this is a true story...Wiki it and verify the authenticity of it all.

You think Keshi uses the F word too much? Lo and behold there's a little Austrian town called FUCKING! Fucking brilliant isnt it? Jenny babez the Fucking angel has finally blessed us. So my Fucking buddies, ooops I forgot you're not from Austria, but anyways. So my blogger buddies, when do you plan to experience Fucking? My next vacation is going to be a Fucking experience! Would be nice to meet the Fuckers ha. Imagine driving down the Fucking roads and taking pics of the Fucking scenery? Wonder what Fucking men look like. The Fucking community can't be that big cos that would mean alot of Fuckers would be seen around (I cant see any Fucker in this pic). Anyways it looks like a pretty little village so imagine how addicted you might get to Fucking? awww how Fucking sweet. If you make a friend there, you might even receive a Fucking Xmas card this year. If they choose to host the next Olympics there it would be Fucking Olympics 2016. And if your next holiday destination reads Fucking, please check first if they have a Fucking Airlines and a Fucking hotel. Have a good time checking out the spirit of Fucking, I'm sure you'll love Fucking and when you return you might even say I miss Fucking. Anyways, if there's any Fucker from Fucking reading this, it's a Fucking pleasure to meet you. Fuck ya, ooops I mean good on ya!


The German newspaper article is even funnier than the sign.

(click on pics to enlarge)

Are the residents called Fuckers?

What are the mothers called?

What would you be learning at the Fucking High School?

Does the Fucking Hospital help you with anything else?

If your friend came from another town, he wouldn't be your Fucking friend

We are going on a Fucking holiday
No more working for a week or two...

NEWSFLASH: I have been interviewed by Pete from Bloggerview. I feel like Nelly Furtado of Blogville hehe ;-) thanks to Pete! He was smart enough to find me in this very vast space and he immediately wanted to interview me. He has been kind enough to publish my little chat with him in his Bloggerview blog. So do check it out when you have time and comment there if you wish to. I'll be there as well. Read it over here. Thanks Pete you're a legend mate!

Current Music: Holiday by Madonna

How I Met Your Sucker

I'm about to explain to you the nature of relationships (frikkin paper boats) that I have had so far with a baffling species called the Male species. Apparently God made them first and realised how flawed the creation was, so God made a much more perfect species the 2nd time around - which was ofcourse the Female species.

You spend all your life dreaming about a handsome (in real handloving) guy walking into your life (more like poaching your life), loving you for who you are (for your boobs rather) , getting married and having beautiful kids - yes that white picket fence, peach tree, Colgate smiles and perfect family dream. Remember that ancient dream girls? Well guess what? It remains a pre-historic dream for a very long time (rolling eyes here). Simply because there's no such thing. Well first you find him really cute and even his stupid acts seem so adorable (you have no idea that later it becomes a Rehab-requiring issue for both). And then 'he loves me, he loves me not' messages rule your heart...and then you'd do anything to win his love (even go bald trying to keep sane while he makes up his mind), and wow finally he says he wants to go out with you (you just entered DANGER ZONE, you need XL luck from now on girl!). He then demonstrates his love for you by trying to be a Manly man (rather proving men haven't 'evolved' all that much since Stone Age). The Male ego is dangerously large...larger than Pavarotti's lunch so watch out - rather accept it if you don't want to end up in a Mental Instituition. But you'd just do anything to keep him cos you think this is it (you'd even meet his mum who's skirt he often clings on to). Fear not, it doesn't last that long. Cos soon he proves to you that this isnt the Antonio Banderas who'd give his life to be with you, by perhaps cheating on you? Well not to worry there, cos for that matter we can arrange a thug to re-arrange his face, or even certain bodily organs so he can never function normally for lifetimes to come. If he doesnt cheat on you, he'd do something worse...he might even say he just 'likes' you...that he doesnt 'love' you. That's cos men are afraid of the term LOVE...they are PARANOID of love and committment haaaaaha! And if he doesn't say that, he'd say I need 'time' to think (perhaps he'll be ready to settle down in the year 3007 when God starts making a 3rd Species? Would be interesting to consider one of them to date!).

And then you sit and wonder why your relationships don't work...if a Monkey or a Zebra can have a decent relationship, why can't I? Maybe cos the species I'm dating is not quite right for me...then maybe I should date a Monkey? Trust me it would be much much easier! Atleast the Monkeys don't drive you Coconuts and make you wonder deeply about the purpose of your life...and they don't make you think being a NUN would be better off (cos of schizophrenia caused by him ofcourse)...they don't give so much importance to themselves that they make you feel like you'd be clueless without them (when in fact they are the ones who are embryonically clueless till eternity). Monkeys keep you entertained instead of us having to entertain them 24/7 causing us to age rapidly. And Monkeys don't make you wanna run for your life wondering what happened to that beautiful HAPPY girl you were once...and they don't make you scream from the bottom of your lungs looking for your lost self that's now RIPing in the graveyard of Sanity, feeling like a ghost without a destination. And then you realise that's cos all the men you have met so far were the WRONG ones (just wondering at which zoo that 'right' Monkey is). Would there ever be an extinction of Mr.Wrongs in my wild-life? Perhaps there are few more to come before I go into extinction that is! Either way I've realised I'm my own happiness, not anyone else, and being single is a luxury compared to the Jurassic Park my life was with all the wrong men! Oww look, alot of cutie pies are queueing right now! It's official, my next boyfriend is definitely going to be a Monkey.

Current Music: Destination Unknown by Alex Gaudino

It's Leg-al!

Hey guys how's it going? Hope all is well with you and don't worry I'm still alive and kicking :). I'm extremely busy today(drying myself) and I shall be catching up with your blogs soon and will also update you with my rather bizzare life's latest 'incidents'. Just this morning there was a pretty strong hail-storm in Sydney and I was in these shoes, carrying my brolly and a cake for an office-mate's bday..I got drenched to the bone and I was ice-ball-hammered, my brolly-flying, me cake-balancing, my shoes were like The Nile river and clothes were pretty much like they were mid-way in the wachine machine! Don't worry, with my survival-of-the-fittest skills, the cake reached the office in good shape and without any puddles in the middle. I usually don't like getting wet (especially when I'm in my office gear), cos I don't have change here and what am I supposed to do - work naked while my clothes were drying? Don't wanna kill any male colleagues from anaphylactic shock (is that how you spell it?). Speaking of Naked, I had to do something to cheer myself up...well along those lines...mm mmm...

So I felt like doing a HNM - Half-Nekked-Monday;-) (yeah Keshi made that up btw), so here are my half-nekked legs. Like how Dan did a HNT on his cute tushie...check out his delicious post here...trust me girls, you won't regret it and you won't ever be the same again either! I think it's the Adho Mukha Svanasana position from his Yoga class, 'butt' he says it's something else...mmmm...maybe it is. Somehow the rains bring Temptation with it...

Do something LEGal today...like I did ;-). Happy Monday guys, live it up!

Current Music: Come Said The Boy by Mondo Rock

Flower Stalkers

I'm not left here to be all alone...

Oh she picked me up...

My beauty is being loved and admired...

What's you favorite flower and why? I'm in love with Roses. I can never stop admiring them..the colors...the petals...the fragrance...the beauty...the innocence...the freshness. Now roses come with thorns...maybe that's a way of nature saying that beauty doesn't come easy...that beauty isn't cheap...that beauty is hard to own...that beauty comes with a price to pay. Roses are red..violets are blue...if someone loves me...please say I do ;-)

UPDATE on Theodore Robert 'Ted' Bundy (from last post): He's ringing me 24/7 so first I put my cell on SILENT...then on MEETING...and now on FLIGHT. God knows where I'm flying though! Maybe to Madagascar. If I suddenly go Missing, maybe I've been kidnapped and strangled by Teddy txt messages. So before that happens anyone wants to crack a tinnie with me?

Current Music: Part-time Lover by Stevie Wonder

Fairytales

Little Pixies

Do you guys know that I have sweet little pixies in my life? They are so darn cute and make my life richer from having them around. They tell me nothing but the truth (Keshi Aunty you look fat in that, Keshi Aunty is he your boyfriend?, Keshi aunty did you really ring Batman?, Keshi Aunty you're mad!, Keshi Aunty I can't be your flower-girl cos I'll be tired...), they make my life seems easier and beautiful to live, they make my troubles go away in an instant with their sweet chatter, they sing and dance with me without worrying about who might be watching them, they offer me their lollies and kisses in return of bigger presents from me (smarty-pants they are!), they ring me up me and say 'caaaan you come to our place naaaoooow?', they reside in my heart cos they are glued to my love and I am to their's. They are none other than my cousin's 4yr old son Dylann and 6yr old daughter Lihini (that's them in the first pic giving me a flying kiss...LOL look at Dylann's little hand...it's more like he's mocking me). They are addicted to me cos I think they realised I'm a kid too stuck in an adult body hehe. Dylann celebrated his 4th bday on Monday and below are some of the pics I took at his party. The cake was an awesome car-cake made by his mum. I bought Dylann a Commando Force Helicopter set. He was thrilled to bits and didn't want to leave the sight of it..he wanted to play with it then and there. He pushed away all the other kids saying 'It's mine you know'. Haha so mean! Well later on he allowed them to play with it too. Well all I can say is Dylann is a heart-breaker - terribly cute and you should listen to him going 'whaaaayyyyy' for just about anything you say. Just look at his little cute face. Happy Birthday sweety pie! And that cutey in the pink top below is my other cousin's 2yr old baby Loshi. She's so fond of running around, experimenting things...she's always very very busy and won't stop for even a minute - but she stopped to pose for my camera cos believe it or not, she's a photo queen just like me! She says 'take me take me' and arranges her hair all the time haha! So darn cute! o I'm blessed with pixies in my life, all because of you cutey pies!

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Prince Not-So-Charming
Monday night when I was going back home, some guy was calling me from the other side of the road. As I had my iPod on, I didn't quite hear him but I sensed he needed help. I turned to look and he came running towards me. Well guess what, he was an Indian guy...he was good-looking and well-mannered. He said that his car broke down and showed me where it was, and some NRMA guys were fixing it...it looked like it was true...cos there was a flash black car nearby being fixed by some guys. He tells me that his mobile died on him so he wanted to know where the nearest phone booth was so he could call his dad (daddy's boy?). I didn't have a clue so I offered him my mobile, he was chuffed and he rang his dad. Then he thanked me and introduced himself as Renaal and asked me if I was from India as well. I told him that I'm orginally from Sri Lanka and that I gottta go home soon cos of my nephew Dylann's bday party. He said he could drop me home, an offer I politely declined and then he got my number. He says he can't forget the help I offered him and that he wants to be friends (aha ok!). He also said that his dad is some big guy (daddy's boy confirmed!) and that they get to watch International Cricket matches from the pavilion with the VIPs - and that next time he could take me too for an SL vs India match (urgggggh sounds a bit sus ha?). Well that night itself he rang me (when I was at Dylann's bday party)...I couldn't talk properly cos of too much noise, so I asked him to ring me later. Just now he rang me again. I said I'll txt him later hehe. Hopefully he's not a serial killer in disguise LOL! But ofcourse, I wouldn't mind being friends with him..cos to me he seemed like a decent guy to be friends with. So lets not judge him even before I know him. But I know he's in lust - rolling eyes here! And another guy at the video store gave me his number last week (yeah guys galore here!). He asked me if I'd like to have coffee with him. I don't cos I know he aint my kind (don't ask me why - just that I 'sensed' he's on for something else - trust me I have 'sensors' in my system). So you think I'm getting alot of attention from boys and I'm living a fairytale life? Well yes and no. Getting attention is one thing but from the wrong kind is altogether another thing. Now you ask me what's the 'wrong' kind? Well the kind you know is looking for something else. Why do all the wrong boys come asking for my number (remember Mr.Darcy too)? I'm tired and I feel emotionally demented, bloody oath! Don't get me wrong, I'm not unhappy...this was just an honest rant...feels alot better now, tnxx for reading :).

Today's music is for the little pixies...from the movie Happy Feet. Watch this video...it's terribly CUTE!

Current Music: Hit Me Up by Gia Farrell (from the movie Happy Feet)

Gifting Love

oww I was stuffed with cake, prezzies, hugs, kisses, wishes, love, flowers etc etc on my birthday last Monday. I was totally spoilt by family, friends, colleagues and most of all by YOU guys! Thanks all for the beautiful wishes...I was stoked to nano-bits (put that in to match with my iPod-nano ;-)). I showed my mum/friends/cousins all your messages. They were amazed at the number of people I have made friends with. The only thing that was different this time around on my bday was that there was no big PARTY. A massive party on my bday happened every single year - not cos I wanted to have one but cos family and friends turn up at my doorstep uninvited, so it eventually becomes a big bday bash with food, drink and dancing. This time I told everyone well ahead that there's no party...I know it sounds rude but they understood when I said I wanted to do it differently this time. So yeah, it was a quiet one. Mum made a delicious cake for me and then my office-mates cut a cake for me as well (first cake pic here) - I chose a Belgian Serano, it was just delicious! There were too many cakes btw hehe. My mum gave me a White Gold ring with a blue Sapphire stone (pic below)...I chose it cos she wanted me to :). And she also gave me sexy pink Pyjamas hehe, and a small resin statue of the Lord Buddha from the shop Tree Of Life - the best gift ever. It's very calming and now sits on my tallboy (pic below). My sis gave me pretty orange and yellow Lillies (pics above and below), JLO Live perfume and a soothing nature-music CD. And I got myself something as well hehe...a red pair of Manolo Blahniks (pics everywhere hehe)...yeah shoes again! I told ya I have a weakness for shoes (so any man who can provide me a room full of shoes gets to marry me ok, and don't forget the masks ;-)). I also got myself a cute pair of ear-rings -that's another weakness btw (pic below). nah I didn't buy new clothes...I have enough. Like I said I donated some money to a very special place, and I'm finding out about adopting a child. Few of my close friends and family took me out this weekend...both Sat and Sun so it was a very busy weekend for me. And another group of friends are taking me out this coming Sat for a picnic - it will be great. (click on pics to enlarge)

Love came in various forms on my birthday...some in boxes...some in hugs and kisses...some in the mail and some in voices. And a sea of love came in the form of bits and bytes...and that was from you. THANKS a ton guys MWAHHHH!

Happy Monday!

Current Music: Be My Lover by La Bouche