The pursuit of sadness, to be written one day

Well, i used to think people read this blog. This brought upon me, a change in personality. i have now realized, my worries were in vain. There is lots too talk about, as the announcer, who lives forever on SLBC- oh it's my friend's dad- waxes eloquent, over the forbidden net cafe airwaves. Forbidden, because - ah there is my grandmother- no it's Vasthi. one sec. The conversation ended. Ah. life is confusing. Have you heard that new Raj Seneviratne Album? they are playing onchilli chilla malle- a sinhala song on slbc. Oh- i loved Swarnavahini's little show on Thursday- was it?. Mervin Silva and Ranjan Ramanayeke and them. They were all proclaiming their undying love to another. "Oh, i think you were the worst ever politician and you'd wreak the worst election violence- but this time you didn't do much" Teary eyed Mervin Silva looks the other way. Real drama queens. Onchilli Chilla Malle continues to play. Ah, anyway been also involved with this new ministry since of late. The programme went off, without much eye candy i may add, and A. and husband didn't come. Just reread this horrible piece of relaxed writing. I haven't heard from Rizna by the way. Hope she is doing well somewhere. I also borrowed charith J's shoes last week. Which brings me to the fact that Andrew, is down. Down as in he was also depressed back in that horrible place called England. Anyway, i had Charith's shoes since then, and wore it again to this programme. Charith actually got a little nasty about it. But having met him today, things seem ok again. They are polished black shoes, of size nine or ten. Ok, square toed. Anyway, living with quelled fears, and a certain amount of uncertainty. But, in a good way. Because, no matter what i do, i know god won't give me a bad deal. Though i will often give him one. Eraj must be getting increasingly bored with my lunch conversations though. There's this girl at my office. She likes dogs. A lot. She apparently looks into their eyes, and they look back it seems as if love sick- quote unquote. One of my xes called me a real mush machine. Hope she, is doing well by the way. I think she is. With her bf, who hasn't paid me his annual threatening call these days. Saw a hot woman at the royal bakery today. Being looked at by the guy who works/owns the place- we shall call him Royal bakery stud. He broke in to a quick grin, before she followed an elderly man (or so he looked to dinner) upstairs. I love old songs, listening to one play on SLBC now. The Moonlight and sea seem to have lost their hold on me- about 75%. Ending this post. Vasthi's bike's not well. My phone almost stopped working yesterday, and today i found a pin was just loose. The headline was something i saw when in the one- four- one pulling out to church. By the way, one of the beggars in Wella, is actually a betting person. The dark guy, with long hair. Not to be confused wit Johann in Colpetty. By the way, i wish i could do something for the beggars men. I don't know what. I wonder what i can do and god will help. Fears of sacrifice and all rise, and are quickly quelled. Saw a bit of God- not visually- on leadership. He is very emotional, and doesnt depend much on what my ministry and all is. Realised, that i am quite stupid to think i cant loive him and vice versa becuase i think myself weak. Which i sometimes am. Speaking of weak, and tummy, hope my hjair loss at the corners of the forehead are a temporary mistake on
fate's part. Happy birthday dinesh. Have this idea for a story, that's the reverse of pursuit of happiness. A family that has constant happiness, and is unsatisfied, until a string of tragedies gradually overtake them. And finally, they are happy. But not really. Wonder how Ranjana is doing. Wonder how everyone is doing.I will write that story sometime!