Date: 26th May
Time: 12.54am
Song playing: Sober- Tool (omg)
Time: 12.54am
Song playing: Sober- Tool (omg)
GO CARRIE!
I know, I know, it’s been sooo long since I last updated. What to do, what to do, I am sooo busy. That’s pure cock! I’ve been doing nothing except being lulled into some sort of complacency that consists of HBO, Star Movies, AXN, Star World and even the damn Discovery channel! Since my sister is away having a ball of a time in Bangalore and Chennai, there is no need to vacate her room at 5.30pm which is about the time she comes home after work and tells me to fuck off.
Ah well, so I’ve just been doing nothing except watch TV. There is no truth in the age old saying ‘an idle mind is the devil’s workshop’ because cable TV has negated the need to be idle. Therefore idleness is just about effectively close to being obsolete. This means, that we are slowly becoming drones; machines that will perform only the most routine tasks such as cleaning oneself and making the obligatory trip to the repair shop, which since we are humans consists of making content our soul’s need for human contact and medicine. Speaking outside of the useless, convoluted world that I live in, that basically means, I wake up, clean myself and watch TV but from time to time venture outside with friends and make trips to the pharmacy on errands since I am still human and benevolent enough to keep my family well stocked with medicines and by implication, alive.
But let me touch on the highlights of the last few days. After Nadeeka’s birthday dinner, Sunday was a day in which we all recuperated and flushed out all the toxins that had, so miraculously, accumulated in our systems. I just laid about, like a beached whale on my couch, reading away to glory. I finished The Spell and started on Chetan Bhagat’s book on life at IIT, ‘Five Point Someone’. The story is about 3 students at IIT, who are the ‘best’ of friends and who come to pact that renounces studies in favour of enjoying the best days of their lives, which to them is being seriously screwed up by the brutal IIT system. The story’s amusing enough but people, come on, let us stop bitching about NUS. Compared to IIT, life at NUS is like being at a fucking spa. Of course, I have never been to a spa, but that is so not the point.
Monday was a national holiday because of Vesak. Now in Colombo, it was the day prior to Vesak so that means it is classified as a holiday. I love Vesak. It’s a time when all of Colombo comes out in their cars, trucks, bicycles and even on foot to witness the gorgeously and intricate lanterns that are put on display. I took some nice blurred photographs of lanterns in the dark and the effect is quite stunning even though it screams amateurish. I took my little cousin out to see the lanterns put on display by HSBC to raise money for children in need. HSBC is just opposite my house so we crossed the road and I got busy clicking away and completely forgot my cousin who was trying to get herself killed by the oncoming cars. Stupid me! My heart was in my throat when I bought her home. I honestly felt sick but you know me, I was all happy again in five minutes.
My 17 year old servant- please keep your judgments to yourself, like you look at age before employing a domestic!- decides she wants to view the spectacles of Vesak this year. She tells my mum that her mum is picking her up and taking her about the town to do this very thing. My mum’s heart melts, or much more likely, nods dumbly at her request while watching Kyun Ki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi, and lets her go. Well by 3am she hadn’t turned up so she sighed and went back to sleep. The next day, the mum turns up the next day demanding to see her daughter. Sickening realization sets in and we, er, realize that the fucking imp has run away. I warn my mother about setting an appointment with the gynaecologist when and if she turns up. That didn’t bode very well unfortunately and I was told to screw off and not interfere in such matters but I know my mum was worried about how she was going to cope with a pregnant servant. I mean how would she wash the bathrooms? Ha Ha Ha. I suggested she might have to pay her extra since she was, you know, expecting. I added that she might have a grandchild on her hands and for moment, she looked very alarmed, as if in her distracted state I was implying that I had got someone preggers but then she saw I was referring to her beloved maid and she told me in so many words to get the fuck away from her.
Ah the reinvigorating powers of provincialities… I could get used to this (not).
Today, I went out with my cousins. Pooja is 18 years old and she is depressed because her Advanced Level examinations are going on and their destroying her social life. She regales me with stories about the politics that go on in her class- evil twin sisters, snitching, prefect election politics, ‘unfair’ punishments due to using nail polish and sporting short skirts etc. I am very intrigued. Dinesh, her 15 year old brother puts me to shame with his driving skills and thinks he is some macho man because he uses the words ‘dick’, ‘pussy’, ‘fuck’. I sagely nod and come up with beatific smiles to show I am above all this, but I do in fact, find real interest in them because I see myself in them. Of course, they are sooo much more posh and want iPods instead if Nokia 3310 phones. In fact, the punk already has an iPod! Envy never gets you anywhere if you don’t have the money. :
We went bowling. I won of course. Usage of beatific smile once more. I got a score of 123. Really, that has been my average for some time now. I must up it somehow. Ahh but my bowling partner and best friend, Shawn, is in fucking England now so the zest of the game has evaporated without his asinine antics and embarrassing shows on the alleys. After consuming an entire portion of fries, devilled sausages and Pepsi we decide we have ventured out enough for the day and it was time to head home to catch the American Idol finale. Sigh. I love Idol. Will miss it lor.
Right then, Buhary comes over to watch the finale and we just chill for awhile. After bitching about the contestants we go out for a drive so that I could finally smoke in peace. We park next to the railway tracks and I am fine with smoking under the road lights but he decides we need to be more adventurous. Therefore, we cross over the railway tracks and I smoke in an area which is entirely dark, breezy, and full of creepy men milling about. Amidst jokes about being raped, Buhary contemplates going bathing in the sea. I freak out, stub out my cigarette and run to my car! This is a guy who likes asking the ugliest prostitutes for their charges because he finds hilarity in such things. Another example is, shouting at men who are pissing on some random wall so they get scared and spray their stream all over the place. Great. Although I hesitate, I admit it was fucking hilarious. Then dropped off Buhary and went to pick up Nadeeka for coffee. Chatted, drank coffee, ate cheesecake and came home carefully so that mum wouldn’t pick up smoke smells.
I know, I know, it’s been sooo long since I last updated. What to do, what to do, I am sooo busy. That’s pure cock! I’ve been doing nothing except being lulled into some sort of complacency that consists of HBO, Star Movies, AXN, Star World and even the damn Discovery channel! Since my sister is away having a ball of a time in Bangalore and Chennai, there is no need to vacate her room at 5.30pm which is about the time she comes home after work and tells me to fuck off.
Ah well, so I’ve just been doing nothing except watch TV. There is no truth in the age old saying ‘an idle mind is the devil’s workshop’ because cable TV has negated the need to be idle. Therefore idleness is just about effectively close to being obsolete. This means, that we are slowly becoming drones; machines that will perform only the most routine tasks such as cleaning oneself and making the obligatory trip to the repair shop, which since we are humans consists of making content our soul’s need for human contact and medicine. Speaking outside of the useless, convoluted world that I live in, that basically means, I wake up, clean myself and watch TV but from time to time venture outside with friends and make trips to the pharmacy on errands since I am still human and benevolent enough to keep my family well stocked with medicines and by implication, alive.
But let me touch on the highlights of the last few days. After Nadeeka’s birthday dinner, Sunday was a day in which we all recuperated and flushed out all the toxins that had, so miraculously, accumulated in our systems. I just laid about, like a beached whale on my couch, reading away to glory. I finished The Spell and started on Chetan Bhagat’s book on life at IIT, ‘Five Point Someone’. The story is about 3 students at IIT, who are the ‘best’ of friends and who come to pact that renounces studies in favour of enjoying the best days of their lives, which to them is being seriously screwed up by the brutal IIT system. The story’s amusing enough but people, come on, let us stop bitching about NUS. Compared to IIT, life at NUS is like being at a fucking spa. Of course, I have never been to a spa, but that is so not the point.
Monday was a national holiday because of Vesak. Now in Colombo, it was the day prior to Vesak so that means it is classified as a holiday. I love Vesak. It’s a time when all of Colombo comes out in their cars, trucks, bicycles and even on foot to witness the gorgeously and intricate lanterns that are put on display. I took some nice blurred photographs of lanterns in the dark and the effect is quite stunning even though it screams amateurish. I took my little cousin out to see the lanterns put on display by HSBC to raise money for children in need. HSBC is just opposite my house so we crossed the road and I got busy clicking away and completely forgot my cousin who was trying to get herself killed by the oncoming cars. Stupid me! My heart was in my throat when I bought her home. I honestly felt sick but you know me, I was all happy again in five minutes.
My 17 year old servant- please keep your judgments to yourself, like you look at age before employing a domestic!- decides she wants to view the spectacles of Vesak this year. She tells my mum that her mum is picking her up and taking her about the town to do this very thing. My mum’s heart melts, or much more likely, nods dumbly at her request while watching Kyun Ki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi, and lets her go. Well by 3am she hadn’t turned up so she sighed and went back to sleep. The next day, the mum turns up the next day demanding to see her daughter. Sickening realization sets in and we, er, realize that the fucking imp has run away. I warn my mother about setting an appointment with the gynaecologist when and if she turns up. That didn’t bode very well unfortunately and I was told to screw off and not interfere in such matters but I know my mum was worried about how she was going to cope with a pregnant servant. I mean how would she wash the bathrooms? Ha Ha Ha. I suggested she might have to pay her extra since she was, you know, expecting. I added that she might have a grandchild on her hands and for moment, she looked very alarmed, as if in her distracted state I was implying that I had got someone preggers but then she saw I was referring to her beloved maid and she told me in so many words to get the fuck away from her.
Ah the reinvigorating powers of provincialities… I could get used to this (not).
Today, I went out with my cousins. Pooja is 18 years old and she is depressed because her Advanced Level examinations are going on and their destroying her social life. She regales me with stories about the politics that go on in her class- evil twin sisters, snitching, prefect election politics, ‘unfair’ punishments due to using nail polish and sporting short skirts etc. I am very intrigued. Dinesh, her 15 year old brother puts me to shame with his driving skills and thinks he is some macho man because he uses the words ‘dick’, ‘pussy’, ‘fuck’. I sagely nod and come up with beatific smiles to show I am above all this, but I do in fact, find real interest in them because I see myself in them. Of course, they are sooo much more posh and want iPods instead if Nokia 3310 phones. In fact, the punk already has an iPod! Envy never gets you anywhere if you don’t have the money. :
We went bowling. I won of course. Usage of beatific smile once more. I got a score of 123. Really, that has been my average for some time now. I must up it somehow. Ahh but my bowling partner and best friend, Shawn, is in fucking England now so the zest of the game has evaporated without his asinine antics and embarrassing shows on the alleys. After consuming an entire portion of fries, devilled sausages and Pepsi we decide we have ventured out enough for the day and it was time to head home to catch the American Idol finale. Sigh. I love Idol. Will miss it lor.
Right then, Buhary comes over to watch the finale and we just chill for awhile. After bitching about the contestants we go out for a drive so that I could finally smoke in peace. We park next to the railway tracks and I am fine with smoking under the road lights but he decides we need to be more adventurous. Therefore, we cross over the railway tracks and I smoke in an area which is entirely dark, breezy, and full of creepy men milling about. Amidst jokes about being raped, Buhary contemplates going bathing in the sea. I freak out, stub out my cigarette and run to my car! This is a guy who likes asking the ugliest prostitutes for their charges because he finds hilarity in such things. Another example is, shouting at men who are pissing on some random wall so they get scared and spray their stream all over the place. Great. Although I hesitate, I admit it was fucking hilarious. Then dropped off Buhary and went to pick up Nadeeka for coffee. Chatted, drank coffee, ate cheesecake and came home carefully so that mum wouldn’t pick up smoke smells.
Recommendation of the Day: watch Nip/Tuck. It… Is… Awesome!
3 comments:
Next time thank the person who introduced you to a book on education in IIT :P
eh! am still on nip/tuck 103... one tree hill 106... oc finished! Desparate housewives finished!
oh btw! Queer as Folk season 5 has started! i downloaded 501 and turned out to be some gay porno.. kept it anyways.. hee!
The maid incident is so hilarious :D esply the grandchild part...bwahahahha! :D
And gosh, everytime I read your blog, I feel like I have NO social life :(
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