Tactful Sri Lankans!

Do they exist?! Few and far between perhaps!

What is it that makes Sri Lankans of my parent's generation just not be able to offer compliments? They just don't get it do they?!

It seems as though the only thing that people are willing to comment on are your weight or your complexion.

Just went to Canada - obviously. Relatives who haven't seen me for 10 years or so: "Oh, wow! You have lost so much weight!" Yep, it sure is nice to see you too! Forgive me, but how humongous did you think I was?! Or how huge do you remember me being when I was just a little teenager? How much puppy fat was there?!

Take for example returning home. My dad (as lovely as he is) - "You've gone so dark! And put on weight! What were they feeding you out there?!" And there we have the best possible combination - weight and complexion. Yes Appa, it's nice to see you too. I really did miss you and you're never going to see the bottle that I brought back from Duty Free for you!

The best I've heard though is when I visited Sri Lanka - my aunt introduced me and told her friend (so not even a relative of mine!) that I was from England and he proceeded to say "But how, she is the same complexion as us! Surely she should be fairer?!"

I didn't know whether to punch him in the face or punch him in the face!

You can comment on anything - tell me my hair looks nice, or that you like my outfit or that I have a wicked smile!

Why is it most don't have any tact?!

Not So Fast This Time Around

I've had a tough few days. Seriously, I've just come back from holiday, anticipating another one and trying to fit my work around my social life (people actually missed me!)!

Apparently, in preparation for the trip, B insists that our livers need preparation. Now I can see why there would have been a need for this. I'm not a big drinker. Don't get me wrong, I can handle my drink but I don't drink often. Try once or twice a year. In fact, I would avoid it if I could but there are some social situations that require me to be under the influence! Here would have been good but I don't think it would have gone down too well!

So Tuesday night (a school night - what was I thinking?!), I went out and got hammered! And I know I was hammered because I chatted up the barman and pretty much had my flirt on! God, I'm such a floozy!


Up at 6 (mental I tell ya!) with not so much of a hangover but I think that's because I took 2 paracetamol before I went to sleep! B however, could not lift her head off the pillow!
I had an appointment at 8:45 which I thought was at 9:30 but yet only 5 minutes late! I surprise myself sometimes!
Struggled through yesterday at work due to lack of sleep and then I went Tamil Speed Dating. That's right - I went again. A friend (A) was organising so I said that I'd go and help out. B also came and the first thing she did when we got to the venue was order cocktails! Seriously a bad influence on me!

There was a good turnout but when A told me I had to take part - well that kinda screwed things up!
Me: "But why?"
A: "Coz there's not enough girls!"
Me: "But why?!"
A: "Do it!"

I wasn't ready for it again! Not so soon anyway. However it turned out that there was an equal number and I wasn't needed! Excellent! The end of the night, I managed to mingle with the guys (and the girls) so it wasn't a wasted opportunity.

My only problem is that Sri Lankan guys always seem so damn short so I need to find a tall-ish one or I'll never be able to wear heels again!

Only thing is - I might have made all this up as the barman from last night added me on FB today - maybe I had more than one cocktail!

The Wanderer Returns

With regard to this, I'm back. I didn't realise how many blogs I read until I came back and realised that I have an ginormous amount to catch up on!

Canada was awesome! I had the most amazing time and not because I was out partying every night with my friends or seeing hot guys everywhere but because I was with my family. It was that much nicer because it was my dad's side of the family. 3 of his brothers, his nieces and nephews and for me that means a lot of cousins to hang out with.

I could blog about the whole trip but that would be completely boring for you guys., Instead a few highlights:

• Arriving to find my cousin and uncle had come over from the USA to spend a whole week with us.
• Road trip from Montreal to Toronto whilst listening to my aunts and uncle singing old school classic Tamil movie songs.
• Seeing my *not really but kinda* grandparents in Ottawa.
• Getting offered a job in Ottawa.
• Meeting a fellow blogger in Montreal. Ian is lovely - bless his heart. The best part about meeting him though is the interrogation I received from my uncle. "Is he a gangster?!" - No, "How do you know him?" - I just do, "Where are you going?" - I'm not sure, "What are you doing?" - Again, still not sure. "Fine. Leave me his phone number and yours." - OK..... And then watching him hover in the living room when Ian came to pick me up!
• Watching my mum and aunt run through Trudeau Airport for our return flight and then being picked up by one of those people carrier vehicle thingies! So funny to watch!

These are just a few and I will get around to uploading some pictures soon. However, what's praying on my mind now is - the job offer! I wouldn't mind relocating to Canada but the implications behind it.. Am I ready for that kind of move?

Maybe I should give it a go - so I've decided to apply for a whole load of jobs out there. I've got nothing to lose right?

Tales of Kickboxing and a Rhino

A random title for a random post! This will probably be the last one before I leave for my holiday so it might explain why it's a bit random.

I've been kickboxing since January (this could have and probably should have been included in my random 7 things! I only started it as part of my get fit campaign. In hindsight, it's quite clear that I didn't think it through. I mean, I chose a sport where they make you do thousands of push ups, sit ups, star jumps and on top of that - people get punched in the face! Quite frankly, my face doesn't need that!
If you watch me as I'm watching the others in my class spar, you'll see that I flinch a lot more than they do and they're the ones who are getting hurt! I feel their pain. I empathise so much - you'd think it was me out there!
Yesterday I had a grading - basically a test to see if you can wear the next colour of belt up. To pass this, you have to know certain combinations and exhibit a range of moves.
I was dreading it, the first couple I'd had were reasonable. But last night was awful. I didn't remember anything. I told them as well that I wasn't ready for it. I had to do an infinite number of press ups, and I had my Sensei telling me not to smile at him as I was miserably trying to remember combinations! Somehow it all came flooding to me right before the end of the grading so I upped my game about 40%.
Putting me out of my misery, my Sensei told me to stand in the middle of the do-jo in front of the class. As I walked up to him, we went through the motions of bowing to each other.
Sensei: "You failed."
Me: "Fair enough" gutted that I had been put through the torture all in aid of nothing. As I turned round to walk off...
Sensei: "Only joking!"
Me: "So not funny!" elated that I'd passed! I think he only passed me out of pity though. But I'll take it! A pass is a pass right. And all this for a yellow belt! I'm still about 6 belts away from being a black belt!

And the rhino? Well, I had a dream about 2 nights ago and I'm still surprised I remember it two days later! I usually don't even remember them when I wake up!
I was standing at the top of some kind of beach resort. Down below, I see all the holiday makers enjoying the sun, and there is a pier of some sort. In the distant horizon, I see a rhino hurtling through the water straight at the pier. Trying to film this on my camera and issue some kind of warning to those down below, I snap at somebody next to me who's shouting at me to film/take pictures of them! The rhino hits the pier as the holiday makers attempt to flee. And then the rhino runs along the coastal beach line with the pier trailing behind it before entering the water again and disappearing.

I'm not usually one to concentrate on things like this but I've not been able to get it out of my mind!
Completely and utterly bizarre!

Deadly

No, not the seven deadly sins but once again I've been tagged by Darwin (who even apologised for it - bless her!).

The rules:

• Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
• Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
• Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
• Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Here goes:

1. I hate bananas.
2. I cry at absolutely everything. Everything - from cartoons to finales of shows like Britain's Got talent/American Idol!
3. I'm superstitious. I don't walk under ladders, refuse to open umbrellas indoors and NEVER walk over three drains (to mention bu t a few)!
4. My ideal job would be a professional photographer or a travel writer.
5. I have the best of both worlds when it comes to my hair - naturally tight curls but I have perfected the art of straightening with the help of my GHDs.
6. I'm petrified of moths. More so than most other insects/creepy crawlies.
7. My all time favourite book is Fantastic Mr Fox - Roald Dahl.

And now I must do the tagging so apologies in advance!

Saffron, QFAP, T, Spider, Meese, N and last but by no means least Pumudu.