saturday aft. post*

Went to sleep last night determined that come morning, I am not going to convince myself I am too lazy to go for lectures and then few hours later find myself merrily roaming around colombo/mount beach window shopping and people watching. Like last Saturday! Then I actually woke up to this morning. With soft rain drops on the roof and a sluggish gloominess seeping through the blinds.

So here I am, happily sedated by the weather, a hearty breakfast plus the after effects of a long working week. Prepped up to watch a movie but I am actually LONGINNNNG for the beach. Again. I am somewhat addicted to the rolling waves, the assortment of humans and the myriad of colors in the setting sri lankan sun. And a chilled beer ofcourse.
And as I type this I wonder whether I sound like THAT hikka type crowd pleasing ganja smoking bikini clad, bf hugging persona.. arghh. You know the type, yes? What with social networking and reduced connectivity tariffs all of Colombo somewhat seems blending into few kinds of people. Everyone seems to be wanting to become this one fad. Now if I was Cerno, I would certainly be able to present this in a scientific fact finding style of writing, but who would I be kidding eh.
Which makes me wonder, what kind of person I sound like on this blog.. I am not that much of an active blogger, but whatever that finds it way on this, is more of who I am than what I might seem like in the real world. looking back my first ever post I was quite hesitant in what I might put in here. It was obviously easy to open up to a blogging community when you are annonymous, but with time, I've come not to mind certain information that might reveal who I am.. and now I am pretty sure I am quite pseudo-anonymous as whackster puts it, as it’s not that hard to connect this n that and figure certain things.
Oh well..
Note the unfiltered unstructured line of thought on this post itself? That is quite normal in my terrains, apart from certain occasions. And for that reason I love this blog. More the reason why I want to get back into writing in it more often..

And guess what.. I am just about to head out, riding on that whim n whine inside my head.. will complete this when iam back!

*Back after a small saturday afternoon shopping spree, a Viennese brownie with hot chocolate sauce, a movie, a Sunday and an empty wallet.. and this post is not complete but I shall put it up anyway, before I rush into the week, or I will never get on with it.

Time (and other things)…

So now that I am toiling in the chilly air-conditioning drinking free coffee and milo and contributing to the GDP of Sri Lanka by staring at a big rectangular object and judging a few unfortunate individuals on what they during their day looking at a slightly smaller rectangular contraption + misleading few filthy-rich westerners on what to do with their illegally earned green, I have been very affectionately labeled a corporate-bastard by the not-so-cynical-gone-all-soft-one (she’s looking at baby products in Arpico I hear). Her whores are her men!

On a mental check, I still haven’t gone all bastardly on anyone, even though I was given a chance few weeks back. My first ever ‘difficulty’ was a brat with a too big of an ego on his shell of a head, sending me irritating text messages on whether I am deserving to be his friend or not. Seriously. I found myself with my mouth open in disbelief immediately followed by flames shooting out my ears for the first few instances of these hysterical ‘friendship episodes’. The cheek of the guy, to base his ‘debate’ coz I didn’t reply a sms on whether I am on his school’s side or not for some stupid bigmatch GIVEN that I never even tried to BE his friend and I am his immediate boss! After a few patient replies I realized I am talking to a complete dickhead and then it became a source of entertainment minus a few instances of me grinding my teeth and being all civil to him while strangling him blue in my head. I was sincerely concerned in the beginning, given that this is the first time I am in charge of a group of people in a corporate level, but I am allergic to bullshit and arrogance, especially coming from a kid who thinks he can become the company CEO within 3 months! (well he said he wanted to get promoted to my level in a few months which got me laughing hysterically (thank god in my head) coz sonny with your attitude, you wont be going anywhere for sometime).

Not trying to scratch my own back here, but I am quite a nice person ‘generally’ :P even to the people I can’t stand I CAN be civil upto a level. But this was pushing the limit over the line and the equator and the bloody sun. And what frustrated me to a level that I am writing this right now is that I joined this place thinking I’ll get exposure to some real issues, not melodramatic highschool comedy!


That done, I’m still getting used to waking up so damn early (6am!) and following a routine. Not having been in a routine for almost 4 years, it’s a good feeling since I perform best when in routine. Which also means uni-life was one whole tangled up mess which I am quite proud of actually.

Now why did I title this post time??

Not quite sure, but I think it’s because this post was meant to be something about how time has being zipping past. People I know are popping out babies and I wonder why?! To realize I am not as 22 as I think I am (and isn’t it strange how many I’s are there in this para? ) I still can’t imagine myself married yet alone cleaning poop and wiping cute asses. But yea recently I’ve been wanting the whole TLC side of things of having a boyfriend and to be honest sometimes it sucks. Today morning was such and such, but a group of 10 year old brats cheered me up by bullying me. I think they help me more than I am helping them to learn. I manage to de-stress by shouting and screaming at them and end up laughing when they just sit their grinning. Impossible but very sweet, most of them.

I just read through what I have typed and if anyone got through to this point, I am sorry. Everything I want to say is coming through too fast to get hold of and sort out and I jsut HAD to type ‘em all. I need to do this writing business more often than this. But time?!



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One pair of nice feet please

“Nice clean feet too?? That’s it! take my word for it. If there ever is a thing as a soul mate, HE is yours woman! ”

That was the reaction by my comrade A, to a certain random yet very fitting, feet revelation about a guy. Realised how much I have obsessed over checking the random nice looking guy’s feet before all else. Anyone noticed a pleasant pair lately? My guess would be a no, since it’s very hard to come by SL men with presentable feet.
I really can’t recall when my foot fetish (if I may call it one) started.. Only memory is of overhearing some conversation when I was small about how men who actually bother to take care of their feet, at least keep it clean and trimmed, would make very good partners.
The logic was, ones feet are at a setting of getting easily dirty yet it is also located furthest from the face and rest of the upper body which we generally use to project our personality. Most people give little or no attention to their feet because of this very fact. Others can’t really see them, so why bother? That’s the attitude I’ve seeing from a lot of ‘em out there. Anyhow, yea, so the theory goes that a man who would actually spend time maintaining and taking care of a healthy pair of feet, will do so to his close friends and family as well, however the dirty the scene might get. No pedicures needed really, just everyday soap and water and a bit of trimming would do.

Anyhow, this has become somewhat of a fantasy theory now, where the feet checkup naturally happens regardless of the gender attached to it. Despite the theory, I still have a thing for nice feet and hands.