Last night I was sleeping like a log. Then halfway through my dreams, I heard my aircond shutting off and I went Ah, another one of those power failures and I’ll just wait for the generator to kick in and went back to sleep.
Then suddenly my housemate burst into my room, turned on my room light and said to me, “I think there’s a war going on outside, come see for yourself.” I quickly jumped out of bed and went to the window. What I saw shocked me. The scenes was like the picture above, whereby anti-aircraft fire was racing towards the sky and I could hear gunshots and bomb explosions, one which literally shaked the building I’m in.
Grabbing our passports and wallets, we quickly headed upstairs to another apartment, our so called assembly point. We were frightened to death, and the anti-aircraft fire continued. We called my boss back home and he told us to remain calm and remain indoors, and keep him updated on the situation.
At the same time we were tuning in to BBC, and sure enough they reported Bomb explosions rocked the capital. After about half an hour, the situation calmed down, and power was restored throughout the city and we returned to our own apartment. As I sat down to watch the cricket finals, the anti-aircraft fire began again and power was cut-off again. Last night, I was in fear. I was afraid something might happen to all of us here. I wonder what will happen next. Time will only tell.
There is something wrong with me. I’ve realized that I no longer have the freedom to do who I may fancy. Now I have a permanent ball and chain around my ankles and man it’s not good. But anyway, since I’m overseas, what you don’t know won’t hurt you right?
Anyway, I’ve been fed useless mind drivel from Vh1, and the video that is making me puke most is that of Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend. Why is that whenever an artiste reaches a certain age, they have the misguided delusion that branching into the pop genre is the way to move forward? In my not so important opinion and in the words of Simon Cowell it’s a complete and utter mess to do so.
I may not be a fan of hers, but I have to admit, she does have some pretty good rock tunes you could listen to in her previous two albums. Now, it’s pure hogwash. I think someone needs to tell her to sack her management team, so that whenever I turn on the telly, I wouldn’t have to see her anorexic body prancing around while wailing at the top of her voice. Dump the pop, and more rock please, thank you very much.
And finally! It’s been a long time coming, but finally the people have voted out Sanjaya! Kudos to that.
What do you do when you have a week off from work each month? Well I did the best possible thing which was to hop on 2 planes to two different destinations for a holiday. Instead of putting up in a boring old square hotel, I decided to do some research on the net and I found this neat place to stay, which resembles a castle. It was a fun experience and I’ve fallen in love with it, so much so I intend to return here soon. For now, just enjoy the pictures.
After nearly one year being in Sri Lanka and not having a life, I have finally decided to change that and go on a trip. Well actually the good people at the office got sick of seeing my face so they decided to pass the hat around, collect some money and send me on a trip. Ah, the joys of being an expat!
Anyhow, I went to the famous Pinnawala Elephant Orphanage. The Pinnawala Elephant Orphanage is situated northwest of the town of Kegalle, halfway between the present capital Colombo and the ancient royal residence Kandy in the hills of central Sri Lanka. It was established in 1975 by the Sri Lanka wildlife department in a 25 acre coconut property near the Maha Oya river. The orphanage was originally founded in order to afford care and protection to the many orphaned elephants found in the jungle.
The orphanage is very popular and visited daily by many Sri Lankan and foreign tourists, i.e. Me. The main attraction is clearly to observe the bathing elephants from the tall river bank as it allows visitors to observe the herd interacting socially, bathing and playing.
So without much ado, I have a created a collage to show how bad I am at cam whoring. I hope I get paid for promoting the place.
Oh No! Another boy band entitled entry. What’s up with boy bands and me anyway? I don’t know. Sometimes I have to admit, there are days when I feel like listening to a boy band song, just like when I have cravings for a good steak or a shag. Anyhoo…
So last month when I visited my parents like in a long time, we came upon discussing the big date. The big date here is when I am going to end my swinging bachelor days, give up all my toys and gadgets, stop being a smart ass and give in to having a ball and chain permanently placed around my legs and finally stop thinking of myself and commit myself to taking care of someone else.
Do I hear you asking when as well? Well the answer is simple. End of this year. Which year? Why, 2007 of course. When exactly in the end of 2007? The date is on Boxing Day, 2007. But Nefarious, I remember a few months back you were after someone and was professing your love for her and that didn’t work out, so who is the lucky person? I also remember you being a sort of loner, one never to mix around and a reserved person. How? What? Where? Who? When?
Well, things have changed. Like Sheryl Crow used to say, A Change Will Do You Good.That’s all for this shocking and life altering news. Right now, I will go back listening to This I Promise You.
