Grown by us. Dad’s friend came over. Ordered Xilaton food. No one wanted these. Everyone wanted this! This was lunch for me. Whiskey and Brandy. :-) Plucked from the garden. Chilled out in the garden. Had leftovers for dinner. Felt sick. Had ice cream at night. All this was day before. Had more leftovers yesterday. Read widely regarding fasting ...
It was 7 hours of indulgences. Went to Sugar Bistro and ate, drank 5 glasses of wine (Italian, Chilean, Argentinian, Australian), and ended up eating ice cream. Lost more weight plus I got into a pair of pants from 2005. So much win. More happy days are incoming! :-) The mallung pic is from today btw.
Pichu! Pichu! Pichu! So rang the make-believe bullets that my son shot at me with his forefinger. I contemplated the red blooms that appeared like spring on my shirt, which were preceded by craters of pain. As the pain incessantly grew, so too did my son’s devious grin.
Christmas was a fulfilling affair. Started seasonal indulgences at Aunty W’s. It was, as usual, pretty amazing. Also managed to hang around with some good friends, and invite family over for lunch. Treated myself to some books. Got Pamuk from one of my Dad’s bridge friends. Got treated by Wajira, and ended 2013 with a staff dinner near the ...
My change in lifestyle has been going incredibly well. I have basically gone down 12 pounds. I have had amazing amounts of energy and this is thanks to intermittent fasting and being in a paleo diet. Yesterday I decided that I will cheat a bit just to get my body into shock. Even when following a diet plan, you ...
Lol. Remember those nights when I used to tuck you in, and you used to murmur — Thank you, Chris. It haunts me. Still. Sorry, Eliza but I’m drunk right now. I ate a Lankan lamprai and washed it down with half a bottle of Jameson whiskey. Now the alcohol is pulling at my heart strings and pinching my brain. ...
So what’s the solution to this predicament, she wondered. Her mum just passed away, and here were the rest of the clan twittering away like the gossiping old cows that they were. She let her hooded eyes secretly jump like a tennis ball from one face to the other; all the while knowing that most were here to gloat than ...
Interestingly, the murder rate was just over 14,100 this year; I guess I’ve just added one more victim to the list. Yes, I suppose it is cruel: to be waving a card of antihistamine in front of a person who’s gasping for air with spittle (flecked with little pieces of sweet yellow fruit) decorating those cherry red lips. It’s even ...
The long drive to Ravi Fernando’s home, which was cocooned in the suburbs of Colombo, was an entertaining one. Complete with numerous turns, sporadic bursts of traffic, dead ends, gravel traps, and confused murmurs emanating from the Uber driver, Google Maps itself seemed to lose interest as to where exactly I was. But the challenging journey in rush-hour traffic served ...
Two things happened last month that went beyond the definition of a coincidence. The neighbor died of a heart attack, and his dog, Sandy, was found pawing the earth at the entrance of his house the day before. No one thought anything of it, but I did. You see, ever since migrating to Sri Lanka in the 70s, I’ve been ...
