Long, long Vesak Weekend…

A four day holiday thanks to Vesak and most self respecting individuals are off to some part of the country. Some I know are off to Trinco and some others to Kalpitiya. Both fucking gorgeous beaches, while I am stuck, stuck with books, books at home. This makes me wanna puke. But I guess its the price you pay when you can make it to any part of the country at any time you want, while others are stuck at the office with all those undesirable people. Oh! Looks like I’d be looking forward to long weekends too, come June cause I’d be getting myself a real job. So another interesting turn of events for the ME.

A topic of conversation that’s cropped up a few times has been “how come you can put all that personal shit online? Its not like people don’t know who Scourge is.” Well some people might know, at least the blogger folk. No matter. The pseudonym was to steer clear of the nosy office women. I really don’t give a toss who reads this. I write cause I like and it lets me speak to several people at the same time. Then some leave comments, which is neat. Right, but how can I put this shit on the net for people to see? Well like I said, I’ve got nothing to hide. As long as I safeguard the identities of the other people involved then it should be fine. I think. But then again, there are some who think that “I went to dinner the other night with X” is fucking slander. Anyway, fact is that I am straight and there’s no like second fucking life that I live in private and I’m secure enough to say, darn that incident made me cry or I got plastered or I got arrested. Its just another thing for me to talk about while having a drink on the beach. After all life is about the stories isn’t it? Pow for all you people who have to live two lives. How will you ever share the awesome stories / adventures that went on in your secret life? Shame!

Life’s an adventure

Life in general has taken a turn for the better. Haven’t been out and about, hit the clubs and nightspots in a while but who needs that over priced crap? I’ve discovered a few absolute gems of places to hang out and have a quite drink and maybe even indulge in a few herbs and what not. There are so many places in Colombo that we aren’t aware of, that are absolutely awesome. A couple of the best discoveries are Station and the Sapphire bar. The Station has become a little too commercial these days but the Sapphire bar still makes a great fish n chips, although the whole no smoking rule has put a bit of a damper on things.

Studies are heading in the right direction. Final exams are in a week and I am keeping busy with preparations. I’ve acquired a few gigs in terms of writing and they are funding my habits. A couple of large scale gigs are also in the future and they look like they’ll work out. More $$$ along with some good exposure Read a few very interesting books in the past few weeks, which have been ultra entertaining not to mention inspiring. My craving for beach fun coupled with adventure seems to have led me to plan a bicycle trip down south. Yes! you read it right the first time, a bicycle trip. I’ve convinced a friend to join me and we are planning to do this sometime early June. I’ve been cycling the past few weeks and don’t have a sore ass anymore. This is going to be too much fun.  iPod  full of 2008’s newest trance from across the world along with some max chilled Nitin Sawhney and Buddha Bar Albums and a bike seem to be too good to miss. The destination holds amazing beaches, great night life and some hot fun. What more does one need?

I seem to be finally living the life I’ve always wanted to live. However I must mention that I sometimes wish I had an equally chilled out, simple, straight up, adventurous, living on the edge kinda girlfriend to share these things with. But that’s only a small part. Looks like this summer is going to be way more interesting than the last…

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Sunday. Drunk.

Got an invite on FB for a Sunday party on the beach. Some lounge house along with a few beers and a Mt. Lavinia sunset sounded good. Got to M’s place around 5 ish and caught a bit of the Grand Prix. Ferrari 1, 2, Hamilton at 18. Force India at 11. That was a few laps in to the race, but it appears that the finish was pretty much the same. Glad that Hamilton didn’t earn any points, which puts Kimi at No. 1. Official results are here. A mother of a storm descended on us and Dialog TV conked out. Cab arrived and we left for the party, rain and electrical storm and all. Ironic eh? Beach party in the rain.

Stars met us at the entrance and all the people at the party were under a small shed like thing where the music was rocking. Some people who’d been there since morning were having a good dance in the rain. It reminded me of the big match. Said “Hi!” to some people and went looking for the bar. No shots. Only bottles. Bacardi, Absolut and some other thing. Bacardi it was. Cokes and bottle in tow we stopped by a speaker and poured drinks. Ice. A pack of Ice along with a regifoam container cost 100 bucks. Wtf?

M and I managed most of the bottle minus 3 or 4 shots that we generously handed out to our friends. I managed to get my hands on some herbs in exchange for a bottle of water, which turned out to be the end of me. The cops shut the party down by 9.30. That loudspeaker crap after 10 law. Seksaay and her friend decided we should go to some place or the other. I don’t remember the name cause by this time I was positively flying. A ride in a Beemer 5 with the air-con on made sure that I was sick by the time we got to Holiday Inn. I got sick in the toilet. My stomach contents came rushing out… mostly coke and Bacardi and water. Crap. I got some more water. Couldn’t retain it so I ran back to the toilet. Got sick some more. Went back to the bar, rested my head on a chair and heard Seksaay and M talking about me being sick. Called my threewheeler dude and sat up. Bad move boy! Ran to the toilet but the little water in my stomach didn’t wait till I got to the commode. I came in the Lobby. My apologies to the staff at the Holiday Inn. Sorry guys but shit happens.

Dropped M home and came home at around 12.30 or 1 ish. I can’t remember. Woke up at about 8ish. No hangover no pain, nothing. Which got me thinking that if we start partying at about 6ish on regular Friday nights etc., we could finish up around 1 or 2 and be able to enjoy the next day as well. I had a rocking time. It’s been a while since I’ve drunk to the point of being sick and the party was rocking. Hardcore trance pulsated through the night time of the party. I love this country man… It rocks.

Tired of monotony

Things have become rather monotonous and boring. Must be going for an average good time to 3 days of absolute madness to week of fucking assignments and presentations.

Due to some procrastinating, I found out that the Project Management report was due last Tuesday. Since I had to spend some time recovering from the 3 day madness on Sunday I started work on the 6800 word report only on Sunday night. A particular group member was all too eager to say I have done this bit and I have done that bit and why hell have you not done your stuff, Typical!! So I did some delegating and was left with a few things to do. We went through the stuff that Miss Loud-mouth-all-fart-no-shit had done and it was clear that the entire report needed to be redone. Needless to say I was pissed, and so were the other 3 in the group. Luckily for Miss Loud-mouth-all-fart-no-shit, she had a lunch date that lasted till 6pm and returned only after we’d finished 87.5% of the work. I tried to talk to her and ask her why the hell she failed to mention that she’d be doing a half-ass job of the work. She started her rambling-accusing-you-suck-I-rule act and I lost it more. Told her off and she went off in a huff and never came back. Good riddance I say! At least the guys who ride the C wave don’t behave like they are better than the rest of the crew. They just sit and chill and wait for the shit to get done. I think the chillers are better than the fakers… seriously.

So what’s the fancy pic got to do with the bitching? Nothing. I just love this photo, taken over the mountains of Kalupahana. What a way to start the morning. Amazing! I need a bleeding holiday. I need some beach and trance or some chill weather, mountains and Nitin Sawhney. Yeah and some booze and accessories to go with that. I’d do a lot to get smashed under a starry sky and wake up to a salmon pink sky like that right now. But hey, no go, life has become routine and I need to wait for pay and a few friends and I guess some shit will start rocking. Till then…

Wasted…

Pic stolen from stcmloba
Appah! What a weekend! It was definitely one of the best Roy-Tho cricket matches ever, if not the best. Wednesday night was a bit of a warm up with the promo at Echelon pub. Too much beer, woke up the next morning and worked on the presentation that was due. Got that done and over with and headed for the match. Usual scene, started with drinks and had some herbal supplements as well. They say that time flies when you are having fun, but hell it was slow as ever. I was having a lot fun, but time was crawling. I checked my watch around 12.30pm ish and then checked again after what I thought was a few hours at least, and the time was still 2pm. Wtf? This trend continued on throughout the night. Post match drinks at SSC and then D and I headed for RnB. Picked up some jeans from his house and walked in. It was dead. A few people in office clothes having a drink but that was it. There was no music or anything. WTF? I swear it was at least 11.30pm ish. I check my watch and it was only 9pm. FUCK! Went to Pilla, ate and came home…. My parents had a very shocked look on their faces when they saw me come home at 10.30 on big match day.

Friday was awesome too. Same shit. Fun. fun. fun. Post match rendezvous at R’s and more herbs. I love laughing for no reason at all. Everything is so damn funny I tell you. Eat at Rahima and home. Tired.

Saturday is a blazing, blitzing blur of things. T-shirts off, jumping around in mud, pouring beer on people’s head, splashing mud on everyone around… I was tripping… properly. Ate a lot of Nasi Goureng at CR which calmed things down. But since I was soaking wet from head to foot, I decided to call it a night again and come home and get some sleep, especially since I have an assignment due on Tuesday morning.

You gotta love the big match. You meet all or most of your friends from school and it’s all about catching up. The nerds from way back then have come to their senses after 8 years and are seen sprawled on the ground, puking their guts out in true Royal-Thomian fashion. I honestly pity the people who don’t do this at least once a year. Once a year when you get to become whoever you wanna be. No strings attached, no responsibilities; nothing. Just insane, mad, crazy fun… I love it!