Nirmal Jayasinghe

“Behold the ancient styles..”

“..Drop yar guns, or the Colonel-Doktor  has it!”

..and All the wasted years…

There’s a field mouse burrowing outside our house these days. It’s about 3 days since he moved in. He burrows and borrows at a certain corner of the garden, which is his job. I watched it a bit last night, he’s highly busy, going down, comin’ up, pushing rocks’ n stuff about, sniffing, and the like. Previously we had one at the backyard and he was a major pain, diggin up mud and making the place a mess. But this one seems cooler and cleaner, he has his own corner, and you’d rarely notice ‘em unless his little pile of dirt. Personally I think he’s cute n happy we have atleast someone moving in the garden other than the lawn-mower, but not everyone thinks the same.

Mom is hysterical about him. She expects it would burrow so much that half of the house would come down, and is determined to get rid o’ em. Every morning this week she’s been like “Your friend has been at work last night” and the like. Dad likes him but doesn’t wanna show in public I guess. I tried to convince mum that after borrowing a week or so he’d get bored and move away, ‘course he’s not gonna stay there forever, but No. It has to go.

At least I managed to withhold capital punishment at last night’s Congressional Defense Review. So tonight Dad’s ‘Outdoorsman’ type pal, uncle Bh, is coming along with a cage so it could be caught and taken away. Sigh. Hope you’ll find a nice, ‘Hundred Acre Forest‘ kinda place to live in.

Usually I stay up in a festive mood till the new year’s dawn but last night was an exception. The resolutions got scrapped at around 10-1030pm I guess. I wanted to do an al night AJAX hackathon but was too sleepy for that as well. Swayed around being jolted about by fireworks, and finally hit the sack but was kept awake by late night wish SMSs, and crackers galore at midnight. The phones were overflowing by the morning.

Although boring, the new year seems great. School’s behind me which was ‘sort of’ a major pain, and I’ve have started ‘life’. This has been in a sense introduced a certain dullness as well. Not having a challenge up at every time, well it’s not something I’m used to. ‘Settling down’ is not a option with me, if it wasn’t school I always had my own challenging project going on. Now I feel out of steam, perhaps grad school will wake me up. That’s a hope.

This was my first proper festive day at office; we had a literal “food festival”, not helped by the least by R’s birthday. We started with earnest, but ran out of steam quickly; perhaps milkrice first was a bad idea. The birthday cake was too chocolaty, and we still have a half share left for tea. There was an excellent mixture of miscellaneous sweets and the like, but we couldn’t touch a lot, a whole box of chocolate cookies, and numerous more cakes remain. Riz said we’d be gorging down for weeks. Maybe.

Now I feel a bit sleepy, after gulping down Rover’s excellent tea. Work is excellent; the movie I’ve put to download is complete. Mmmm…

I’ll have to floss vigorously today.

A very happy new year to all!

used to do this alot for christmas [not only] and now miss so much. must start again.. [photo by Grundlepuck]

I think from ages this is the first Christmas I’ve been able to spend normally, since about the start of the new millennium. I remember always being kinda stuck in exams or studies or a wait for results or something. But thank goodness not this time, I’ve finished school, scraped something together, and happily sitting around doing something I love. This indeed is a holiday.

Before this I think the best free Christmas vacation I got was on 1999. I remember listening to music on never-ending sunny mornings, fooling around the place, doing nothing and the like. Before that the vacation was always spent out of Colombo at my grandparents’. That memory is sadly long gone.

Other stuff included eating more chocolaty stuff that whole life, partly courtesy of the darn box of grandma’s chocolate-chipped cookie box I hastily got as a present for my parents and the almost equal and more spoiling thing they gave me back. My poor teeth… And today at work was a huge chocolate cake again, courtesy of Shash. We were bugging him for a Christmas treat since ages and guess it backfired: D couldn’t stand for about half an hour after gorging down on a huge piece complete with a cherry.

This post is almost nothing and boring, just because I wanted to write something. 2007 has been superlative, thanks, not the least due to happenings in December alone. This can very well be an isolated tranquility assuming grad school looms next year, and possible complications, etc, etc. I’d better make the most of this, then.