Impromptu

There is a lot to be said for impromptu days off. By now you may have gathered that I dislike my job. So much so that I even considered leaving without not having another job to go to (drastic I know but needs must.)!

Yesterday, my manager wasn't in and neither was his secretary. So, I skived off work early. And what did I do? I went and watched a Tamil film (Sathyam) at the cinema with RL.

I love going to the cinema when it's just me and maybe three other people in the cinema. Some of my friends enjoy going on the release dates of films but for me that just doesn't work. The fact that I have to get there early to ensure that I get tickets let alone good seats and then not having any elbow space - yeah, it's not for me!
So there we were yesterday, propped up against each other, legs over the seats in front of us and that complete comfortable silence that needs no explanation.

And what a Tamil film it was. Not because it followed the normal plots of boy meets girl, fall in love, face adversary from parents and all that typical stuff but because it contained a hottie! How hot is Vishal?! I think there was a scene where they ripped the shirt off of his body and usually these scenes make me wince but the lustful "Oh" that left my mouth just shows that I'm in heat (and that is an altogether different post entirely)!

Days that flow with no sense of planning are the best!

Long Weekends - Time to Think

I love it when we get a public holiday. Unfortunately, we're not as lucky as some to have Poya days every month!

Reading 69's post made me reminisce about sex (and how long it has been since I've had any!).

I was 19 when I first had sex. I'd met this guy (S) through a friend and we got to know each other over 6 months before I came to the conclusion that maybe I could trust him and that he wouldn't break my heart. I was young and naïve and clearly overwhelmed that somebody could be interested in me!

It's difficult to determine at which point a couple go from "getting to knowing each other" to actually "becoming a couple". I mean, when I was younger (more so than I already am!), it was simple. A simple "will you go out with me?" would suffice and you'd either become one half of the newest couple in your circle of friends or you'd have a bruised ego for a while.

So, I don't know at which point we exactly became a couple but we did. I'd heard all the stories and read all the teenage girly magazines that said you shouldn't be pressured into having sex, that you should wait until you're really ready and all that other "advice".

I remember it so well. Maybe because it was my first relationship. My first real boyfriend. Someone who wanted to be with me because of who I am - not what I could give them or how quickly they could get into my pants! The honeymoon period - where whatever you say doesn't fall on deaf ears, where kissing is still not underrated, where holding hands is appreciated because any kind of body contact still manages to send your libido into overdrive(!) and where those late night phone calls can last until the early hours of the morning. Even when you sleep for only 3 hours and they're still the first person you call!

We'd been together officially for about a month before I decided that I wanted to sleep with him. I think that I already knew I wanted to, but the logistics of it all (when, where and ultimately how?!) were what had me a lil' worried.
A few weeks later, it was his birthday and so we decided to spend the night together. He never pressured me into anything which is why I think I felt all the more comfortable. I'm not going to sit here and type all the details of it. There isn't any need for it. But I remember it so well. And I remember how he made me a cup of tea when we woke up and how he looked after me. How he made me feel - wanted, desired, loved, safe and so much more!

We were together for 2 years officially and about 3 years on and off after that and unofficially. We stopped talking about two months ago and it's a lot tougher than I thought it would be - especially when I have time to think about things like the above!

The Great in Britain

There aren't too many thing that Britain are good at. I mean - you only have to look at our constituent states (England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland) and their football teams to know that we're a tad rubbish. Our cricket team don't fare too badly but it's so few and far between. And we're pretty much rubbish at most other sports!

This is why I love the Olympics - because it's gives the underdog nations a chance to show the world what they're good at. OK - so it's in China and we should have all boycotted it blah, blah, blah.... But it's such good entertainment!

I'm so impressed with Team GB. So much so that I've decided that I'm going to be nicer to all the cyclists on the road! Seriously!

I've been engrossed with Beijing 2008 since the opening ceremony. I mean - how on earth is London going to pull off anything half as good to compete against that?!
I've enjoyed watching the swimming and gymnastics (have you seen the bodies of the men?! Michael Phelps can swim with me anytime!) not to mention that I'm looking forward to the rest of the athletics - Usain Bolt's 200m dash and as always the 4x100m relay!

This isn't really a post that's meant to summarise the Olympics but just one that says I'm happy for Team GB. Third in the medal table and hopefully that's how we'll end it. Even if we don't - GB still smashed it! :)

Doing So Well

I was doing so well. Moving on with stuff. Even getting my life into gear perhaps.

I accepted what I'd known for months - I hate my job. And rather than suffer (and believe me, it's a slow and painful suffering!), I became very pro active and started looking and applying for new jobs. I had an interview and several rejections. Which I didn't take too badly. Why? Because I decided that if I hadn't found a new job by December (which is only 3 months away), that I would go travelling for 3 months or so. Where? Central/South America. I think my desire to travel and do my own thing is becoming quite overwhelming so I need to get it out of my system. Especially since the 'rents are telling to me go and get married. Sometimes, I wish it would be easier if they just found me someone!

It's easier said than done as well. I mean - I'm not high maintenance and in a city where the population is about 8 million, how can I not find a tall, handsome man?! I was doing so well as well - I haven't spoken to S for about 6 weeks (big deal for us!) and I thought I was getting over my crush but after Saturday night, it seems as though all I did was try and bury my feelings. It's not like he's a great catch but he's fun. The best thing about a night out is getting food afterwards. And that's what we did - and we chatted for about 3 hours. I've missed him. We hadn't spoken like this for a while and it made me see why I did/do (I'm just as confused as you are!) have feelings for him.
I thought all was lost. I mean, I'd been doing so well. But I saw him yesterday as well and I realised why I am trying to get him out of my system - because he's an asshole! And asshole behaviour is not attractive - despite men thinking that most women fall for the asshole bad boy types!

Don't get me wrong - I appreciate what I've got - an amazing family, some of the bestest friends, a job (even if it is shit!) that pays and more. But sometimes I want the companionship that's offered from a relationship. Is that too much to ask?

That wasn't...

My 50th post!

Apparently this one is! Well, that was a bit lame wasn't it?!

Anyways - I have a job interview next week. I haven't told my current employers that I'm looking for a new job. Should I? I don't have the heart to mention it just yet. My line manager is lovely but my job is driving me insane! :(

Memories Are

• Star gazing on a roof top terrace in Cuba and seeing shooting stars.
• Playing Macgyver in my aunt's back garden and crawling through the hole in the fence - times when getting covered in dirt didn't matter!
• My brother and sister thinking that flashing lights from oncoming vehicles in Nuwera Eliya (in the mountains) were strikes of lightning!
• Late night phone calls to that someone special.
• Getting ready with the girls for a night out.
• Building the shed with Appa.
• Family barbecues.
• Sandwiched between Amma and Chithy on a trans-Atlantic flight.
• Laughing at random Tamil films.
• All 5 friends in one car getting road rage.
• Driving around a roundabout the wrong way in a foreign country.
• Water fights at the height of Summer randomly in parks/streets!
• Bouncy castles at Winter balls.
• Backstreet Boys concerts.
• Getting a foot massage in a cab (not from the driver!) after a night out.
• Walking in the rain.
• Reaching my 50th post!

Where I'm From

I don't know if it's happened to you but it has to me. Not so much now though.

When I was younger (bear in mind, I'm still only in my 20's) - school, high school and university, people always asked me where I'm from. New people, not those who'd known me for years. Those who had known me for years asking this usually meant that they were questioning my life form!

But you know, it happens right. When you're first introduced to people - the question comes up. My answer? "I'm English". Because I am. The confused look on their face leads me to elaborate because I don't look like a typical English(wo)man (though what a typical English(wo)man looks like is in the eye of the beholder!). So then I tell them that my parents are from Sri Lanka.
"So you're Sri Lankan?"
"Well, my parents are Sri Lankan. I'm English - born and brought up in London."

Am I wrong? I'm not saying I'm not Sri Lankan. I'm of Sri Lankan origin. It's my ethnicity and most things about me screams Sri Lankan but I am English. Maybe people should be more specific in their questioning?

It doesn't seem to happen so much nowadays. I've noticed that as I've got older - I tend to meet more Sri Lankans. Maybe it's because nearly all (yes, all 10 of) my friends are Sri Lankan. Do people of the same culture/ethnicity flock together as they get older?