This cunt deserves it, and yes I’m a jealous bigot – biaches!

Teen caught racing at over 200 kph

i don’t mean to be racist, but slankans simply cannot understand the concept of a speed limit. i’ve got a friend who does 180 in a little back street in scoresby on the way to uni every damn day. and he reckons his dad drives faster. this is probably the reason why you never ever ever see a lanki taxi driver in melbourne. and why do all these lankstas have such flash cars. all my friends have skylines, bmws, soarers, supras, evos and anything else u’d see on 2f2f. i think they dont have any money to eat after paying for the cars. indians drive taxis at work, and then they have an old yellow falcon (taxi in a previous life) or some such crap at home

What my car could look like

what my car could look like

when i used to work for 3mob, i would speed home every day from cranbourne at about 150 on my puny little auto corolla until the engine melted down. my celica is much better, it can easily outdo a crummidore v8 past a red light. but look wut’s happened to it since i’ve bought it. the front axel is bent, doors won’t open so i never lock the car, the bumper’s fallen off, i’ve bumped into two cars (one was.. wait for it………….. a damn tow truck), it doesn’t start most of the time, i have to get new tyres every 2 months… but hey, it’s got a killer sunroof and a kickass audio system, so who cares.

in sri lanka i drove a big fat lancer. never gave a damn about the speed limit. u’d bribe a cop if u get caught, which was like.. never. i mean i’d drive past the parliament every day (and damn what a picturesque road that is.. lake on one side, ppl humping in cars on the other) and they just don’t care. i’ve had two major crashes in colombo. once i was soooooo hungry on a poya day so everything was closed, it was like past midnight so i was speeding along this really familiar bend in kotte, and suddenly i lost control and crashed into a wall and landed sideways in a ditch. sum tired soldiers from the army bus that i’d just overtaken came to my rescue. they lifted my car up and sum dude was telling me that he was the one who got them to come and would i wanna “set-wenna” (ie: have a drink). i think the bugger was after money. anyway i drove home and parked the car in the porch in the hope that no one would notice the damage, but my parents saw it next morning and it was shit.

the other time i was racing my friend on gregory’s road one evening, and the funny thing about sri lanka is that it’s illegal to overtake from the left. when i did, the car on the right turned into me so naturally (of course) i fled. then a very surprised old gentleman (this was near that big roundabout in front of royal park) who was coming from the cotta road bumped into me from the left. damn hell.. i was trying to rev up so fast that i got stuck in the pavement near maccas. anywayz i managed to get myself out of there but then the cops started following me from out of nowhere. apparently the first guy called them and said a suspicious vehicle just crashed into his car and drove away and it looks like a terrorist or a bank robber or some shit. i mean wtf! they almost took me into custody. anywayz the good thing about sl is that u always manage to get urself out of crap like this and i got off after paying the guy some money for the damage.

one of the most embarrasing situations in sri lanka was when i went to pick up my friend after her stupid play or sum shit at ladies college or the wendt or something. can’t remember exactly. anywayz there was i talking to her on the phone and she said my boyfriend’s actually coming. i was like wah. some cunt rocked up in a fucking ferrari. yes a ferrari. a red open top f355. i mean owns this shit. i think it was some singer or something. how could u possibly compete with a ferrari driving a damn lancer. i wish wish wish i had a better car. chathuranga came to school in his own chauffered e-class and montero in 10th grade and he was screwing nirosha perera or some one.

 

nirosha

oh another time.. this was when i first smoked mj, i had to drive home in a really really strange road full of potholes and shite. oncoming cars looked like thoran. and my engine was overheating so i had to stop the car every 10 mins. then my battery was dead so i could only stop on a slope so i could push start it.. god the trouble i had. this was when camera phones first came out so i thought it’d be a good idea to drive looking at the road thru the phone. lol. i was so wasted that i thought i’d better eat something before going home hoping that’d help ease off the high. i parked at some dental clinic driveway and went to flower dragon or something in maharagama to get some flied lice. there were some guys cracking jokes wit each other and i started laughling like a dick. they thought i was trying to insult them or something. damn.. anywayz then i tried to go and find my car and found that the dentist actually lives there and he’d parked his car behind me blocking the exit. i didnt wanna confront him so i started to move bricks or some shit so that i could reverse past his car before he comes out when he hears me push-starting my car in his front yard. ppl thought i was trying to steal my own car or something.. very embarassing. anywayz, these are just a few of my car stories. more to come.

Victorian police are stepping up their crackdown on hoon drivers, after a teenager was caught driving at more than 200 kilometres per hour (kph) on the Monash Freeway.

Police believe the driver had been involved in illegal street racing and have impounded his BMW.

The 19-year-old student from Sri Lanka has been charged with dangerous driving.

Assistant Commissioner Noel Ashby says he could face far more serious offences for driving at such a high speed.

“This guy is bordering on criminal culpability in my view and he was ready to kill someone,” he said.

“It was just fortunate that we were able to stop him on this occasion.”

Assistant Commissioner Ashby has defended the laws that see cars impounded for 48 hours for a first offence.

“Targeting the car on the first occasion allows for 48 hours and we’re happy with that, that sends a message and we’ve seen the faces of these people as their cars are pulled up on the flat tops and taken away,” he said.

6 Comments

  1. Interesting!! and who on earth owned the fucking ferarri??? I mean there aint many of those!! anyway.. some ppl in SL really have money to throw around.. I knwo that i wuold go for an exotic if i had the greens!!

  2. Not sure. I’ve encountered him several times, even raced him along the Beira. He could either be the ART TV/Colombo Porsche dealership owner’s son or some dude named Diren.

    Aravinda is getting a new F430.

  3. do you have any idea how fkn funny you are. i was like LOLLL.

  4. very interesting, but I don’t agree with you
    Idetrorce

  5. Not agree with what exactly – that he’s a cunt, that he deserves it, or that I’m a jealous bigot.

  6. well…There was no place to post this thing. So I’m doing it here and now. This comment is not about your posts on this site, but on a personal blog by an innocent girl in Mahavilachchiya. This is what you’ve said on her post-about herself:

    “”"”"”"Oh god.. What’s happening to Sri Lanka. If you all learn English who’s going to work as farmers and labourers. Bloody hell!! Who’s responsible for this catastrophe.”"”"”"”"”

    justmal said this on August 5, 2007 at 8:25 pm

    Just tell me how lame you are… You have no idea what these people are going through. They made a revolution in the abandoned, remote village harvested by terror. They are now the first e-vilalge in Sri Lanka. These children are tying to stand up with their own effort, without cursing the society. Why do you want to demoralize them? At least do not reply to their posts, which would be a big help to them. But when you say stuff like that, it’s really bad. These are our children, remember. Don’t talk like it’s their destiny to be poor and educated at all times, so people like you can live a superior life. When those children try to learn a bit of english, you call it a catastrophe. You’re so lame bro! Honestly! Good luck…If you want to reply, write on my blog or email. I won’t check this post.


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