tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116012372011-07-07T19:51:59.943-04:00To you Baldrick, the Renaissance was just something that happened to other people wasn't it?rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.comBlogger1761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-38662662829435332192010-05-30T22:20:00.000-04:002010-05-30T22:21:32.572-04:00

May 18, 2004 - May 30, 2010 I half heartedly started this blog 6 years ago on May 15th. Three days later Oliver was born and in July he officially became a part of our family. If it wasn't for the request for Oliver updates this little corner of the internets would have been unceremoniously abandoned without a second thought.Anyways, Oliver died this morning at 11:45. The last three days have

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-52200339040148268542010-01-25T07:49:00.004-05:002010-01-25T07:57:19.461-05:00

I always love a good election and I was kind of glad that I'd be in Colombo during the lead up to Tuesday's vote. My parents weren't too enthused with my timing because they remembered election violence, assassinations and all sorts of other lovely things when they still lived and were able to vote. On the whole, aside from all the Mahinda love, things were pretty tame in my opinion.There was

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-42166740207934935702010-01-11T23:53:00.000-05:002010-01-12T01:31:19.892-05:00

My cousins have this gigantically obese golden lab named Kiara. She's an absolute lazy lout, but I love her to bits. Whenever I'm here in Colombo I get my pseudo-Oliver fix from her. It's sad to watch dogs grow old. In the mornings she usually goes and hangs out in the back verandah while the house is being cleaned. The last couple of trips over she'd run and jump up to say hello when

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-11984525375334396942010-01-10T21:32:00.001-05:002010-01-10T21:32:58.150-05:00

The Thai's have this saying 'same same but different.' I've only been in Colombo for three days and that's a fairly accurate assesment of how things are around here. It's just like it used to be but different.1. My grandfather's dead and the entire house feels so eerie.After the funeral we re-arranged the furniture, changed some of the light fixtures and tried to make it a bit different for

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-5398650723863530272010-01-08T07:04:00.001-05:002010-01-26T07:33:08.272-05:00

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-39832379647426595192010-01-08T06:30:00.001-05:002010-01-26T07:30:52.783-05:00

I'm at the Bangkok airport waiting for my flight to Colombo. I've got about 2 hours to go & give or take 100 baht to burn on my 'happy' phonecard. Today started off pretty chill but got all shitastic pretty fast. The plan was to take care of some last minute shopping, deal with the post office, have a late lunch & then bugger off. This was too simple to be executed properly.I found some super

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-7340403033763346602010-01-07T09:36:00.001-05:002010-01-26T07:13:37.218-05:00

If you want to pick up dudes under the cover of being a nerd, this is the best place to do it. Just trust me on this one.Also, this was on Ko Samed island, wonder why they're referencing the mainland...

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-81480555948528716252010-01-07T09:26:00.001-05:002010-01-26T07:12:05.545-05:00

In order for me to have fun times at the beach, these needed to be within grasping distance ALWAYS. My camera, the parents' wee nikon point and shoot, ipod, (obvi the iPhone too) and a book. Specifically War and Peace, which is being re-read for the first time since that first year-undergraduate intro to lit class. Oh! And my fave! My 100 baht sunglasses.

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-91599322691280504822010-01-07T09:20:00.001-05:002010-01-26T07:09:43.042-05:00

Fortunately for us we got fed! Those are some sugar cookies, and that thing on the left is water! Genius! Or am I just easily pleased? Oh, and there were little packs of instant coffee, creamer, sugar and a straw at the bottom of the box along with napkins and a disinfectant wipe. The cookies, like the dried mango, were kinda assy.

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-57541913930431284142010-01-07T09:15:00.001-05:002010-01-26T07:08:24.876-05:00

When hitting up the 7/11 before our bus ride to Rayong alby thought it'd be a good idea to buy dried mango. Clearly this was a fail. It also smelled like ass. You know, just in case that wasn't conveyed through her facial expression and all.

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-64866622272905388212010-01-07T09:11:00.001-05:002010-01-26T07:07:08.645-05:00

I've got a lovely relationship with my mobile phone company back at home. All about the brand loyalty here people. The carrier I'm with in Bangkok? Not so hot. I was at MBK trying to deal with one of their reps and I'm not sure if their customer service is shit or English was the issue, it did not go well.Note the time on the screengrab. It is 9:09 PM now and it's still reflecting the same

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-4459416375180024922010-01-07T00:04:00.001-05:002010-01-26T07:04:24.403-05:00

I had really high hopes for nice, cheap shoes...not feeling anything I've seen so far Ok. I have gotten pretty lost in the last couple of hours but this 'Siam Centre' area is so self contained that it's all good. Plus I have no issues asking for directions. For some reason, despite being completely disoriented tourists often stop me and ask for directions. I find this really amusing.

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-15253026194233715282010-01-06T22:01:00.001-05:002010-01-25T08:04:14.231-05:00

I'm a really light sleeper and usually if I'm woken up in the morning I find it difficult to go back to sleep. Alby left today bright and early at 6 in the AM, I was pretty zonked after an epic Wednesday that saw us back from Ko Samed and stuck in central Bangkok traffic for over 2.5 hours.Oh and did I mention that I ass planted? On the sidewalk? In front of two bemused security guards? And

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-11956783697865800932010-01-03T22:59:00.002-05:002010-01-24T18:19:02.045-05:00

We've sort of been relying on Lonely Planet's Thai guide for our directions around town. Alby and I had no idea what we'd be in for yesterday trying to get from Bangkok to Ko Samed but figured who gave a shit really, it'd be an adventure. So on Sunday morning we ambled over to the guesthouse office to find "Glory," the sweet front desk lady and get directions. Or at the very least some names

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-15717955324029376292010-01-03T22:16:00.001-05:002010-01-24T18:09:50.155-05:00

I didn't realise until yesterday, when I actually took a look at my blog page, that everything looked so effed up. First off, genius that I am was sending "my email to blogger" thing to the wrong address. Kids, even though the domain maybe .blogspot the email address is .blogger. Who knew? Secondly, is anyone actually even surprised? Anyways just to put things in some kind of coherent order

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-53760378118684909452010-01-03T00:01:00.001-05:002010-01-24T18:02:30.131-05:00

Alby was sitting out on the balcony reading a book when Vichan and our hot pink cab pulled up to the guesthouse. She let out a high pitched scream (trademark alby), bolted down the stairs and was standing outside my door even before I had the chance to get out. Neither of us can believe that we're actually finally doing this trip. It's incredulous really. Even as I painstakingly peck this out

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-25718981639102532002010-01-02T23:36:00.001-05:002010-01-24T17:46:42.290-05:00

O. Hai! This is Vichan. He drove me from the airport to my guesthouse. Did I mention that I'm in Bangkok?!Ugh. It's 2:14 AM and I'm so jetlagged. I've never been one of those people who's been debilitated by lack of sleep so when I forced myself to stay awake until the wild time of 9:15 PM I honest to goodness thought I'd get a few more hours than 5.Anywho, before I get to Thailand I think

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-42250370296908506802010-01-02T23:33:00.001-05:002010-01-24T17:32:38.993-05:00

Doesn't the window look like there's a tiny man rocking a little tiny frosted fro?I'm about 1 hour out of Frankfurt tapping away on my iphone (which is on airport mode thank you). 2010 was welcomed in on a plane and I didn't kiss my seat companion, although she was a super cute Parisian and totally my type.My cousin came by the house in the afternoon to say goodbye and during the course of a

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-19886782960891887682009-12-02T22:59:00.000-05:002009-12-02T22:59:41.820-05:00

Growing up, Thathi very rarely ever said no to me. If I wanted something I would get it under the pretext of it being an "early birthday present" or one of those "you can pay me back later" type of deals. This would irritate Ammi to no end and Aiya was never afforded such preferential treatment. I like to think that I'm none the worse, my sense of entitlement only extends so far and in general

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-3913881712488328992009-11-23T22:37:00.001-05:002009-11-23T22:51:31.082-05:00

So Vindicated hit me with a tag for that whole "letter to your 16 year old self thing" and I believe it's been years since I was last compelled to take part in one of these memes. How dare you! Thinking back to 16 makes me so depressed because I can barely remember that far back. I've decided to be sporting (despite not knowing the rules) so here goes.You know that feeling that you get? When

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-44457399509282237932009-11-18T22:27:00.000-05:002009-11-18T22:27:46.717-05:00

It's been one of those weeks kids. One of those weeks.

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I had a meeting with my manager today. End of the fiscal year, start of the new quarter. You know the thing. I'm coming up to my one year anniversary at work and my manager wanted to go over my results, I remarked to her how crazy it is that I lasted this long. After an hour going over various boring, financial things as I was walking out of her office she turned to me and said I'm wasting my

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Home from work today and I've done absolutely nothing with my day aside from washing my hair and eating a sandwich. No one else is at home aside from Oliver, my desk is littered with papers and my bed's unmade. Just a typical Tuesday morning not spent at work. Hopped out of the shower and passed by my bedroom on the way to the kitchen when I see this:Yes. That's my unmade bed with a dog not

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-81214585065886590282009-10-05T23:42:00.000-04:002009-10-05T23:42:52.231-04:00

I feel old. Some uncharitable people would go as far as saying that I am old. With the increase in weddings and birth announcements amongst a slew of other cringe worthy life events I think I'm headed for my mid-mid-life crisis. Although I have a sneaking suspicion I've been battling that since I turned 21. I'm not grappling with any huge existential questions though. I just feel old.

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-79142912515111401702009-10-04T15:21:00.000-04:002009-10-04T15:21:19.057-04:00

I'm notorious for getting distracted. When I sit down to study I probably can't concentrate for more than 15 minutes at a time. I'm trying to study right now. In the last hour and a half I've gone through my photographs from Nuit Blanche, addressed those two yellow envelopes above and done some online banking. Normally Oliver is under the desk and not on top of it, but he hates studying too.

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-22992302628576039282009-09-22T00:08:00.000-04:002009-09-22T00:08:53.071-04:00

Classes have started up again and so have the long boring subway rides. I realised I had some unfinished business.You may want to read this first if you want to understand what's going on below.I think they always knew that if they left any kind of safety net they may have taken advantage of it and gone back. Since both my parents did a fair amount of business and personal travel back in those

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-37370726438539408952009-09-15T23:40:00.001-04:002009-09-15T23:40:54.466-04:00

New brown shoes and the Canadian Press Style Guide for this semester's course on writing press releases. Exciting!Don't really know why, but I always have to buy a new pair of shoes before school starts. It doesn't feel like the start of a school year without them (see above for new shoes). I've gone through a smidge over two decades of first day of school jitters and excitement. Like many

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-75802711730882274852009-08-18T23:14:00.007-04:002009-08-18T23:23:20.496-04:00

I'm trying to de-clutter my life, being such a packrat, it's not surprising some of the shit I'm holding on to. Found a box of old papers and letters from High School. Labro and I had a habit of pretending to write class notes while actually fully recapping daily drama. School was never really important to either of us. Yeah. I know. Look where that's gotten BOTH of us now. Anyways, below

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It's been busy. Nay hectic. July is nearly over and I've only got a rather hazy recollection of wtf has actually happened. Between final exams, papers and the usual gamut of summer school bullshit, Alby left to Korea for two years, a dear friend was visiting Toronto on business for a month, I was coerced into helping coordinate a wedding and doing logistics for a church conference.

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-24458735180602157452009-07-10T01:06:00.001-04:002009-07-10T01:06:55.322-04:00

When you're a kid there will always be certain things which are the shit because you honestly don't know any better. Martin Streek definitely fell into that category. Growing up Aiya and I depended on the radio for new music. If a new single came out we used to record it off of the radio. I feel like a dinosaur, but I still have cassette tapes, lovingly labeled with artist name, song, date

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-66300378177516528312009-06-22T23:42:00.001-04:002009-06-22T23:47:56.619-04:00

When I get stressed out I tend to have really insane dreams. Well, I shouldn't say really insane, but you know. Which I guess goes without saying because most dreams always do have a strong element of wtf. It is however that time of year in the summer semester where there are assignments galore and midterms. That means catching up on a condensed half a year worth of reading I haven't done.

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-65569508575970891582009-06-18T14:29:00.002-04:002009-06-18T14:30:32.456-04:00

I haven't written a "real" blog post in awhile. Just don't seem to have the time these days between summer school, work and all the seasonal social obligations. The only time I can actually punch something out is when I'm on the subway. I've been pecking away at this for the last little while and I have no idea if I'll ever get around to finishing it, but it's a partially written post that was

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-30731844422750018942009-04-28T16:39:00.001-04:002009-04-28T16:39:40.622-04:00

We had a horrible dog named Sandy when we lived in Sri Lanka, actually he was Aiya's dog. Some random stray puppy that a family friend had given him, the kind that would go after chickens and neighbourhood children. Sandy wasn't around for very long if I recall correctly he was given away to the cook within the first few years of his life. Then we came to Canada and I desperately wanted a dog.

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-147586171485039992009-04-15T23:53:00.000-04:002009-04-15T23:53:33.904-04:00

I'm feeling a bit muddled so advanced apologies for the following post. Don't judge me. It's not going to make much sense. My advice is to just look at the pictures?The last week and a bit has seen me drag my ass out of bed in the mornings. Waking up has become decidedly more difficult in recent times. The stupid thing is that I can't sleep in past 9 AM on a Saturday morning anymore which

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-72440078468441008412009-03-31T20:33:00.002-04:002009-03-31T23:24:28.398-04:00

Screenshot from my twitter account.I was driving home last Sunday around 4:30ish from Debbie's place in some pretty heavy stop and go traffic. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon, I was on the cusp of a rice coma and to prevent myself from falling asleep at the wheel I turned on the radio. Fortunately for me I was able to catch the tail end of the Strombo Show and he was previewing some tracks

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-79500839304719885032009-03-12T23:53:00.000-04:002009-03-14T17:37:35.309-04:00

I was taking one of my last Canadian policy pre-req courses and was meandering over to the Toronto Reference Library from the subway station. Somehow thorn and I had managed to get our paws on an early release of Picaresque and I was lost in the music. It was 2005 and my God, looking at that date I can't believe that it's been four years. That album is still very much in heavy rotation on my

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-65341438061991778992009-02-01T22:32:00.008-05:002009-02-01T22:40:46.734-05:00

Oliver rocking his Steelers gear (i've got no idea what blogger decided to eff up the image even though I categorically asked for it to be "medium" so that it'd fit the goddamn page. Click it to see the lovely mutt's entire face.)Another Superbowl done and finished with. This one was meh at best. Highlight of the evening was probably the tandoori chicken wing ranch dip combo.Sadly no witty

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-47138693560463528052008-12-22T22:04:00.002-05:002008-12-22T22:09:59.192-05:00

My failures at thoroughly cleaning out my room are well documented. The last time I attempted I got severely derailed because I found heaps of old things that I didn't know I had and then took pictures. This time an ultimatum was passed down by Ammi over the weekend. Under no circumstances was the new year allowed to befall without a complete clean up of the living quarters. What antiquated

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Thathi's half a world away and he still manages to wreak unspeakable havoc on my life even from such vast distances. I got a 6:30 AM wakeup call from him yesterday. Ugh. I know he hates going on vacation alone but honestly in this instance I suppose he really didn't have much of a choice. This is the first Christmas that my grandmother's having in over 60 years that doesn't involve my grandfather

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-82825638667029509742008-12-13T13:40:00.003-05:002008-12-14T00:56:09.969-05:00

I may have figured out how to attach pictures to blogspot posts via my iPhone but who really knows? We'll have to wait and see after this post is done.So the old man is off to Sri Lanka today and I should totally be on the flight with him at 6. Sadly that is not to be because of the new job. Most of the packing is done now and it's just the last minute freak outs. Ugh. I wish he'd just leave

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-90211155464636527982008-12-10T22:08:00.002-05:002008-12-14T00:52:16.633-05:00

So. I've impulsively gone and bought myself an iPhone with my first fat paycheque. Being a corporate whore is fantastic by the way. I can actually afford an insane data plan and still have enough leftover to make shoe purchases amongst a host of other things.I'm going to attempt to afix a picture to this post but who knows.Incidentally I've got a job interview tomorrow and am hoping to lean

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-69199513690179614202008-11-03T00:09:00.000-05:002008-11-03T00:09:43.064-05:00

I haven't felt like this in a very long time. Actually scrap that, it's been a little over a year since the last time. You know? When I feel like my life has spiraled out of my control causing me to become a complete and utter failure? It's never one of those things that can be anticipated. Doesn't hinge on SAD; autumn is my favourite season (and it's been rather magnanimous too, considering

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-35580195175085243972008-10-08T16:40:00.000-04:002008-10-08T16:43:45.555-04:00

I've had to put my sandals permanently away because sock weather is upon us kids and I can't deal. My head space has been a bit weirder than it normally is and despite having more things than usual to blog about I can barely muster two coherent sentences let alone a fluid post. Spent the better part of the afternoon staring blankly at my computer screen trying to write a wee 300 word essay on

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-10085668954365320852008-09-24T01:05:00.000-04:002008-09-24T01:05:58.379-04:00

Aiya and I are lame. We like Ben Stiller movies and fart jokes. Our parents get annoyed because we giggle like maniacs and it grates on their nerves. Despite sporting a fairly significant age gap we get along really, really well. Of course this wasn't the case when he was in his teens. Things only started improving after he left high school.So he's moved out of the house and I don't get to

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-9531350483392516722008-09-19T02:49:00.000-04:002008-09-19T02:49:25.721-04:00

Having Abi around as my only close Sri Lankan girlfriend means that we can have a heartier laugh over some of the more ridiculous elements of our culture than I could with, say, Alby. Since we're considered to be of "marriageable" age these days we find older, more meddlesome friends of our parents seeing the need to make comments on our varying levels of "domestication." As Abi puts it, they

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-4539406023263001292008-09-06T03:44:00.000-04:002008-09-06T03:47:47.038-04:00

There are very few things in this world that get me this excited about anything. Canadian Politics unfortunately happens to be one of those few things. Turns out we'll be having an election in October, the rumours were true!I didn't know what I was going to do with myself after the Olympics were over, there was nothing to obssess over, nohting to fill that big dark empty void. Then the DNC and

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A few odds and ends my lovelies. I got a new toy for my camera and have been snapping shit up.My rain drenched drivewayI was observing a focus group on Thursday and inbetween the bajillion sessions my white middle aged client turns to the "hip young" account exec from the "hip young" ad agency and starts complaining about the weather. Apparently the client has been unable to use the pool the

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Last year's cakeToday is my best slag's birthday. Well, technically it's on the 30th but there's no way I'm going to be up past 11:59.HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUWER. I wish I was around the greater Colombo area to be on hand to surprise you shitless like last year. It's a shame that StupidLittleFascist is off jetsetting and unable to do my bidding. Which is sad really, since he is mansage.So here's to

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As promised our next installment of "How to Combat Writer's Block via Blogging about Dinosaurs" features The Land Before Time. Srsly. This movie? It totally changed my elementary school life. My more astute readers will readily recognise today's title as a quote from Ducky. I vividly recall walking home from school with my peepz and looking down at the sidewalk purposely trying to avoid the

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Dinosaurs? For the next 6 months? Bring it. I'll try but given my past track record with doing any kind of regulated blogging, holding your breath probably wouldn't be the best option. Does anyone remember the "12 Days of Christmas" that stopped with the 5th day? *cough*I think we're all having debilitating writers block because of that lovely little web 2.0 app that we've been wasting our time

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I always manage to misplace the most important things 20 seconds before I need them. Leaving for Virginia and I can't find my passport. Predictably it shows up 1.5 hours before the allocated departure time under my bed wrapped in the sleeve of a tshirt. If this was plurk I'd be raising my red fist of anger and shaking it furiously.

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There's a new Loblaws that's opened up near the house, one of those giant "SuperStores." While I was meandering through the aisles I found the above gem. Were you aware that beverages could have ethnicity? Apparently they can be divided into cultural, linguistic, religious and geographic groups. Who knew? I wonder how their grand metanarratives are constructed. To think, all this time I always

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Jebus. I'm too lazy to blog properly (surprise). I present you the last lightening speed month and three quarters through the eyes of that snazzy new camera phone which I acquired along with a haircut at Pacific Mall.This is what Toronto looked like when I left. I had a week and a bit of do nothingness before I took off unexpectedly to Colombo for the funeral. The original plan had been three

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DeathUpon discovering that he has been requested to write something to be read at our grandfather's funeral.Aiya: I want it to be funny.Me: I'm the one who has to read it. You know I have absolutely no comedic timing.Aiya: No, for real, it's going to be uproarious. You'll see.Me: Okay, how do you propose to do this?Aiya: Knock, knock.Me: Who's there?Aiya: Not Pappa.Me: *groan* Duuude. Do you

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Thanks for all kind words and thoughts throughout this last week chickadees. It's always nice knowing that your peeps are thinking about you no matter what part of the world they or you are in.Access to the interbutts has been non-existent until Sunday when I figured out the glories of shitty Dialog WAP. (Is that what it's called? Meh.) This comes to you from my Uncle's house in Boralesgumwa.

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My Grandfather just died. About an hour ago actually.I'm leaving for Sri Lanka on Monday (tomorrow) I don't know what this means for my travel plans to London, or Barcelona or anything really. Just thought I'd give you guys a heads up. Sorry that this is so impersonal. Easiest way to do things at the moment.Thanks kittens.

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'Sup bitchz?So yeah. I like to emasculate my dog. What of it? As much as he'll fuss, he seems to enjoy it too. Also, I am resisting the urge to take a bite out of him when he runs around in this little polo. He's got a yellow one too.

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Happy Chinese New Year bitchzAnd for those of us who are not so down with the Chinese script, kung hei fat choi!

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Has it really been this longsince the last edition of quips? Awful.Live blogging from the Super Bowl! It could be because I will be passing out directly after the game is over. And right now it's going so slowly I figured I could squeeze in a wee bit o' blogging.We are a family of eaters. It's well documented. Super Bowl is usually tex-mex, as an homage to our neighbours to the South, also

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"After a heated but civil debate, Canada's largest school board voted 11-9 last night to open an alternative Africentric school to help fight a 40 per cent dropout rate among Toronto's black teens." - GTA Board Okays Black-Focused School So it's happened. The TDSB has voted in favour of the black-only schools. I'm absolutely stunned. (So stunned that I can't even figure out an appropriate

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We got pummeled with snow yesterday. When I wasn't breaking my back trying to clear off the driveway I was ensconced inside generally cursing my fate and mucking about with my camera. So for the fifth day of Christmas I find myself in a state of delusion. There are certain things that I am in desperate need of. For starters a warm place where tiki decor would be considered appropriate.I found

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"Oliver, the ape creatures of the Indus have mastered this." Poor Ollie, truly one of the family.Natch I totally stole the idea of the fourth day from a genius episode of Blackadder. The second series was always my favourite. Of course anything would've been better than the horrendous first. Gah. Why don't they make more TV like this anymore? Oh wait. They do and we know what happens to

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We three kings of orient are probably the most pathetic, rag-tag bunch of kings ever.So apparently "three French hens" is code for the three kings. Who knew. The crown that Oliver is wearing was originally intended for the frog prince, but the eyes on the frog got in the way and the masking tape which was holding it in place gave way. Oliver had a crown made of paper but he was an ass and

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"Peace on earth and mercy mild," definitely not what these two angels are harking. But we can still has anthropomorphised fun.What better way to ring in the second day of Christmas than with my two favourite anthropomorphised peeps cheezburgerised? I've been loudly declaring that one day I would have incomplete-poorly worded-grammatically incorrect sentences dancing about in bolded block font on

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So I've been informed that the 12 Days of Christmas start *after* the 25th. What's the point of posting up pictures of a humiliated hound after the hype of Christmas has worn off? I suppose this could be more like a 12 day countdown to Christmas? Aka a thinly veiled reason to spam the world with photographs of my dog? Why quibble?As far as I am concerned, today is the first day of Christmas.

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Cedric hailing a cab.Oh come on. You knew that title was coming.A note on the photo. I bought Cedric a couple of weeks back when I was shopping with Elisa. We were getting Alby's Christmas shiz to send over to Korea when she with her eagle eyes spotted Cedric on a little rotating stand thing at Indigo. Being the impulsive shopper that I am and also well aware of the fact that omg it was a

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You've all by now have heard the news about the latest shiticane that has hit me.But for the sake of continuity, I have 15,000 new very good reasons not to consider Sri Lanka as a contender in Indecision 2008. The case for Colombo is not only non-existent, I think it'll be many, many years before I'll ever consider it as more than just a vacation spot./angst

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Africa has always been where it’s at for me. Granted it’s been awhile since I last set foot on the continent but when I left Senegal I knew that I always wanted to go back. My long term plan was to stick around French West Africa and do the whole development thing. Figured I’d be of more use there, my grasp of the language is not as tenuous as my hold on Sinhala. Aside from Percy Montgomery

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Oliver senselessly attacking a mini punkin. It's that time of year when I too bust out the claws and teeth.Oh Kittens, it's that time of year again isn't it? You know? When I start endlessly bitching and complaining about how much my life sucks? But with a different amount of vigour than I normally do? Then I start looking for ludicrous things to do in order to lift me out of my rut? Well last

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Few people have moved me like Robert Goulet. Now there'll be no need for nuts to ward him off at 3:00 PMIt was a good ride while it lasted. Of course Will Ferrel immortalised the man, Aiya and I still sporadically scream out "GOULET" at the most inopportune moments. Aiya's ipod's name? Goulet.From one Canadian to another, R.I.P.

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I'm glad that I didn't wear heels today. Corporate servitude often decrees some sort of shmancy and totally impractical footwear and I more often than not willingly acquiesce. We are a family of shoe whores all four of us actually. As Ammi pointed out once if I was forced to beg on the street my piece of soggy cardboard with black Sharpie scribbling on it would say "WILL WORK FOR SHOES."

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I haven't blogged in awhile. Clearly.But today I'm getting my pirate on, and you should too. Also. Toronto, thanks for the invites to all those great mariner-themed partays, but I unfortunately cannot join ye. Yes. That's correct. Why you ask? I've managed to get myself a 9-5, and that's a bit problematic."Better a lapdog to a slip of a girl than, than a git!" Oh Blackadder. How I miss

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So it would seem that after a bit of gentle coaxing my good friend the manSage has launched his blog, tiny little fascist. Go and read it!A background of sorts if you will. If drac was to ever enter into a same-sex relationship with someone who lived on a different continent from him, manSage would be the one to do that with. Like mein own dear lover Sage he exhibits a few indispensable talents

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gah.That seems to be all I can muster these days. Heading back home to Toronto in a few days. I have said good-bye to Colombo so many times but I don’t think anything will compare to the one I’m prepping myself for. The complacency that I’ve found myself in has started to become a wee bit stifling, not just to a level of mild annoyance, but to the point where I’m actually a bit frightened.

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Hmm, self imposed hiatus much?Work is hitting a fever pitch today, and as always when there are pressing and important things to be done the only likely thing to do is turn to le blog. Clearly I have priorities.Closing in on 3 months in the motherland, must say it has by all accounts been a rather staid trip. If anything I feel like a Colombo-weary traveller the novelty of being here has

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Well chickadees, it seems like that time of year is upon me again. I finished off my last exam on Thursday (gah) and now it's off to the motherland Monday night. Four months is starting to feel like an awfully long time even though I haven't left yet, and truthfully it hasn't even sunk in that I'm leaving. Perhaps I'm in denial since the weather has been so G.D. beautiful.So the regular

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Josh Hook, Dave Monks of Tokyo Police Club at last night's Mod Club showThe end is nigh children. Tomorrow is the last day of classes and then I spend the next week and a bit trying to read a year's worth of novels for Major British Writers. Someone remind me again why I thought it would be a good idea to pick up English? Gah.It seems everything's starting to wrap up, last night I caught Tokyo

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Hopping down the bunny trail, hippity, hoppity, Easter's on its way.Happy Easter kiddies.

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Of course originally found on I Can Has Cheezburger?What a gorgeous day. Looks like winter has finally decided to shove off. I was making my way to Sid Smith for a Lit lecture in the afternoon and the ice cream truck was out! Pretty soon the dicky-dee guy will be tooling 'round 'bout the neighbourhood. (I think dicky-dee is just a Toronto thing innit?)It's been warm enough that I've pulled my

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My general hate for M.I.A. has been well documented. See exhibits A, B and C . Suffice it to say, M.I.A? No likey. It's not because I'm a music snob. (Because shh, I am.) I have readily (and publicly) admitted to having more than a few guilty pleasures ie Justin Timberlake (see flickr -- specifically the photoset from Wasaga). I like his album I will not lie, but I like it for its

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Alby told me that Paulanne had cancer when we were grocery shopping at Loblaws. It was December I had handed in my last paper for the semester and was meeting her at Bayview Village. We were in the produce section and I was molesting a bell pepper (I can't seem to pick good fruit or vegetables without groping them.) I remember turning and looking at her saying "Oh shit." We both then fell

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I'm pretty sure none of us were actually there in '88"Blue, black and blue, dirty kangaroo..."Aiya was never given to actually playing cricket, he was more prone to be seated under a shady tree eating a chinese roll from the school tuck shop. Regardless of his actual skill on the pitch the Roy-Tho was always a big deal for him. Thathi used to skip out of work to take him and his ankle biting

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Exhibit AWhen we migrated to Canada Loku Mammah gave Thathi a pair of flannel pyjamas (which of course he refuses to get rid of and have now become a sort of family heirloom. Don't ask. Apparently this is how we honour the the memory of our loved ones, with flannel intimates). I've only ever seen him wear them once, and that was after major dental surgery. Not overly sure what dental surgery

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Alby and Tool, bringing sexy back since the mid '80sAww. My little Alby is growing up so fast. Happy Birthday! I wish I could make it out to Molly's and watch you get hammered tonight. But alas, that's what happens when you decide to get your edumacation in the middle of a wheat field. Not my fault.All the best babycakes, and remember, eventually a boy who can do math will come your way.And

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When terriers and lolipops are brought togetherOllie and I? We no likey.In fact if any of you decide that it'd be nice to call me up in anticipation of your festivities, please spare me. And that includes your post game analysis too.As it is I'm about to hurl.Hope your Valentine's Day is actually full of VD.What? Me bitter? pfft.

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I told you that I'd make it my new desktop. And you're right, it is simultaneously the best and hottest ever.Original photo by fanners.

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Coming to a jihad near youNext month is Black History Month, which means the charming, well dressed African American men with educational pamphlets will soon be outside of St. George Station generally getting in the way and causing people to be late for class. About four years back I was rushing to a politics class at Sid Smith, rocking the same keffiyeh that Ollie's got on when one of the

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Taken on my camera phone. Because I'm sleuth like that.So I was at WalMart the other day killing some time when I happened upon the above gem. Why are these things still on the market? I know it's not a real Bedazzler, but Cathy Mitchell? Really? Apparently the Ruskies likey.The only other use for this would be perhaps alby and I purchasing it for Labro's wedding shower? Maybe I should go

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It has been brought to my attention that I apparently post too many pictures of Oliver up here. To all the haters, you can suck it. This is him in one of Thathi's shirts, which happened to be in a pile of stuff headed to the dry cleanersIt's the New Year, blah, blah, fishcakes. I'm a student, and have been since I was four, talk to me in September, because that's really when the new year

rastihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16096465736644036502noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11601237.post-71699689984031632102006-12-23T18:34:00.000-05:002006-12-23T18:41:10.556-05:00

,*No evil terriers were harmed in the production of this holiday greeting.Abysmal weather to be celebrating Christmas that's for sure. If I wanted sogginess I would've gone to Vancouver, or even England for that matter. Fog? On the 23rd? Maybe we'll get some snow our way between today and the 25th. *shudder*It just feels so weird. Guess this is a little taste of what Christmas in Sri Lanka or

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"Sup my bitchz?"Ollie in his brand spanking new American Apparel wife beater. What's that? Yes. He is so scene.Anyone but me. Seriously. I won't be able to give anyone a good time (get your mind out of the gutter) until Thursday (the earliest). You're better off trying to get together with Oliver. Although, he has become a rather arrogant SOB as of late due to the acquisition of new

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Any ideas?I get bored at this time of year. The stress of exams coupled with the awful weather makes me feel like I'm stuck in a rut. Usually this feeling comes on around mid-November and doesn't wane until about the end of February. This is the time of year when I usually go and chop off all my hair. Right now it's just at my waist, my bangs look horrid, they've grown down to my chin and I'm

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The boys from Sloan. The last concert I went to (with thorn of course. God bless guestlisting) So. N tagged me, and I didn't even realise this until yesterday, after I had responded to slothy's taggering. Here it is, the music meme.1. CD or vinyl- OoO. Well, for me, when it comes to personal every day use, neither. I'm all about the ipod. However when in a night spot, give me vinyl any day

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God bless the genius that put this up on youtube. Anarkali's Veet advert has unfortunately provided me with more amusement than I am willing to admit. For those of you who have never had the pleasure of witnessing her onscreen skills, trust me, if this Veet thing is anything to go by, she is a veritable Meryl Streep.Seriously, who knew that a slow moving fellow like slothykins would not only

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French lock Loic JacquetOh my little chickadees, things have been rather busy in these parts as of late. Evil papers on a myriad of different boring topics ranging from authoritarianism in Singapore to Satan's portrayal in Paradise Lost. Kill me now.These be perilous times I say.Welp, things are beginning to slightly look up. I'm awaiting the arrival of my brand spanking new SLR which methinks

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There are many important and exciting things going on in the world, this week has been pretty eventful. ZiZou getting his Angelina Jolie on. (But in a much less nauseating fashion. Talk about being sunkissed though eh? Seems like he suffers from the same sickness as I do, 3 minute sun exposure = insta-tan. Come on, he did look on the pasty side during the World Cup.)Britany Spears dumped

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I'm going to miss you too.All good things have to come to an end eventually I guess. What exactly is a "day job" anyways? And Nirmala how could you be so cruel? It's just downright mean spirited. I don't know how good controller.controller's going to be now that she's gone, considering she was like their heart and soul right there. The trappings of being incredibly kick ass musicians who make

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Caught the k-os concert on Tuesday night. It was meh at best. I would've liked it if he was strung out like in the above Much on Demand segment, but you can't have everything right? (Seriously, you don't need to watch a lot, just the first minute and 33 seconds, that's enough to get a taste). Aiya pulled through and got me on the guestlist, the beyotch at the ticket booth was skeptical that my

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Original article and photoIggy has once again rendered me speechless.This in itself deserves a vote or two.

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Princess Di just called, and she wants her look back.I know good pretension when I see it, it's a gift really. Okay, maybe it's not a gift, it's probably more like how a natural liar can spot another liar. (NB: I am an excellent liar-spotter.) Truth be told I am a pretentious bastard, and I come from a long line of them, (not bastards, but we do have a good amount of those in the family tree.

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