And we're back.

Hmm, self imposed hiatus much?

Work is hitting a fever pitch today, and as always when there are pressing and important things to be done the only likely thing to do is turn to le blog. Clearly I have priorities.

Closing in on 3 months in the motherland, must say it has by all accounts been a rather staid trip. If anything I feel like a Colombo-weary traveller the novelty of being here has definitely worn off. If it wasn't for the job I think I'd probably start setting my eyes on another destination.

Then there are those total WTF moments. Which I will briefly describe below.

1. The human rights monitoring mission.
I have bored most of you to tears already about my account, so I shan't go into details here, but be prepared, in just over a month most of you will be weeping for silence when I'm back in Toronto. Check flickr for the pictures, promise I won't make you look at them all :)

2. The celebrity spottings.
Must say, where were all these folks last year, my social schedule hasn't changed, I still frequent the same places and yet. There they are.

3. Getting Slothy smashed.
A smashed slothy is by far one of the most amusing things ever. Evidence may be found on flickr. It may be argued that his mother hates us. This is possible since he did leave his residence card back in Colombo when leaving for Cardiff.

4. Almost being abducted.
The key word there is *almost.* One of the worst practical jokes in the history of all time played on me by my cousin no less. For about 3 hours I really did think that Karuna was going to abduct me and then demand a huge ransom from me. After a few brief calculations on a previous occassion the Auditor concluded that I'd be worth about 4 used Toyota Starlets (which we don't get back at home, but is Sri Lanka's version of the old Corolla hatchback. I swear. Check wiki.)

5. Being outted by Sage.
Seriously. This has to stop. One glass of red wine and my lover backstabs me by outting me. She assures me that elric was probably a wee bit too "happy" to realise what was going on. I hope so.

6. Being spat on
This has never happened. It nearly happened at the Castor market in Senegal, but it didn't thankfully. Was walking down Bullers Road today and a guy hurled some filth at me, horked, and then launched a giant loogie at me which by some awful twist managed to hit me square in the ear. *shudder*

7. And now I'm too lazy to continue.

Suffice to say I miss you guys like crazy. The thought occured to me the other day that when I get back in August that'll be it. Sort of bittersweet really to know that it'll effectively be my last trip home for who knows how long. But, it's finally happening right? That whole I need to get out of here thing. Sometimes I feel like I'm taking the half assed route, coming back here instead of striking a path elsewhere. Colombo's the safe bet. Established work connections, social net. All that jazz. And now the excitement of being here, the novelty both are starting to wear off.

Meh, but who knows what'll happen between now and January.

Also.

Living with my grandparents sucks. I think three years is a good time frame. I'm on the look out for a pad of my own next year.