4-Blazing-20

First, let me start by saying in the words of the great Bob Marley “When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to yourself”

It dawned on me whilst enthusiastically wishing all my friends ‘Happy 4/20′, most of them didn’t know what it represented. The prerequisite for knowing what 4/20 means; you lived or studied in America and if I may politically incorrectly say so, be a stoner!

Yes, The 20th of April is International Weed Day. “Puff Puff and pass” is probably the one constant on my tweet feed this morning. So, why 4/20?

Long story short, 4/20 4:20 420 all represent the Cannabis Subculture in America and globally, initially coined by a group of teens in San Rafael, California in 1971 who referred to themselves as The Waldos (their hang-out spot was the wall outside school). ‘The Waldos’ had learned about an abandoned Cannabis crop, which they intended to find and the mission was dubbed ‘Louis 4:20′.

‘Louis’ referring to the location of Louis Pasteur statue in the school yard where they would to meet and ’4:20′ was the time. Unfortunately, they never found the crop but whatever they did then… it stuck. And now, we have teens, young adults even older adults blazing their brains out as I type.

Now, that the history lesson is over, let’s move on more pressing matters – Pot.

I would call myself a recreational smoker, yes I would. Never a stoner because I don’t buy, roll and smoke everyday. The long drawn-out debate has been back and forth with many friends and acquaintances about the stereotypical ‘Stoner’. Just like all other stereotypes, don’t let anyone pick you a part and throw you into a category is the way I see it. We all the same after we puff the magic dragon, most often it’s all laughs and giggles then on out. So what’s the problem? Must be we be defined all the time.

Some say green is the drug for everyone, some say they will never give it up, some deny it being a drug and some say it is the safest drug in the world. As much as Marijuana has been defended yet deduced over the last four decades for how bad it is and the harm it causes, it doesn’t seem to be running out of stock and its supply only seems to be getting better.

I hope no one against weed is reading this post, you should have stopped at the quote.

My definition for weed is explained by the way it makes me feel. Key word = feel. Smoking weed is as good as having sex or getting massage. Although smoking weed plus having sex and/or massage is an ultimately delectable fantasy we all want. Getting blazed calms you down, distresses you, helps you focus, gets you creative, increases your appetite, assists sleeping patterns, helps take the edge of the day, makes you smile, crack you up, evoke philosophical thought … and so on. Nothing I mentioned is negative or harmful to any person or animal. Again, what’s the fuss?

As long as the cannabis culture is only a part of your lifestyle and not your entire lifestyle. I think you’re safe.

Of course too much of anything can be harmful to either your mental or physical state. Limits. Try not to fall into habits, routines, patterns. Yeah, easy for my so-called judgy little ass to say so but I have other vices. Marijuana is not one of them though. That’s why I like it, it’s not an addiction. It’s proven to be psychological addictive because a lot of people smoke up more than they need to. That’s not the weeds fault I guess, that just shows how weak you are.

Oh, and Marijuana shouldn’t be legalized. Why? Because I don’t wanna pay tax for it. Simple. Decriminalized yes, but not legalized.

All I’m saying, enjoy your 4/20 at 4:20 in morning or afternoon or just the whole day. I for one, will surely do.

Finding My Way Back to Sanity

It’s been a year since I blogged. Long time eh? Shameful.

I was lost somewhere between Tampa and Colombo, somewhere between January and December. Yet again, the cosmic forces of this earth have out done themselves again and  gave me a messy, hectic cataclysmic 2010 ride. Thank you higher power for keeping me on my toes, without you I would cease to exist. Without you, I will stop re-inventing myself.

Where do I start?

The Transition – moving my life from Florida to sunny Sri Lanka was bitter-sweet. The time had come to go back home, with my chin up.  The excitement was paralyzed with anxiety, I was beyond afraid to step foot in Lanka. Don’t get me wrong I am Sri Lankan through and through. But, this tiny bubble we call home is ‘small’ – in every sense of the word. Small island, small people… small-minded.  Past experience have thought me there’s no room for my loud behaviour, outlandish attitude and massive ego. Ha, still… I came back like a moth to a flame.

If there’s one thing I could count on apart from my parents – it’s my friends. A warm reception with nothing less than ‘catching up’ for a good 6 months. Let the good times roll. Party after party and it didn’t stop until…

…I ended comatose in the hospital! Just playing. Well, it never stops, I just had find away to toned it down.

This is the paradox of the Colombo lifestyle I lead… Can’t live with it and I certainly won’t live without it either. The said lifestyle is no short of glamourous, incredible, beautiful, fun-loving, wild, extreme, expensive… just brilliant but the after math? My my my… isn’t it just swell?

The hangovers – gotta love it, sleep deprivation – zombie look is in, health concerns – there are meds for everything these days. Just to name a few but the underlying issues creeping up behind your shoulder; depression, paranoia, acute anxiety and the good ole ‘loosing your grip on reality’ syndrome.

Now, this is where we cross over to the dark side. I’ve been running back and forth constantly into the darkness from the light since I was probably too young to actually record here, so we can say I’m use to it. It doesn’t get easy though… it just doesn’t.

I don’t know what it is? Sri Lanka does something to me and i’m not the only one, it’s addicting lifestyle… it’s addicting behavior… it’s addicting hobbies. If I were to give up this said lifestyle, I’ll have disown at least 2/3 of my close circle. And, I love my friends, so no – then what? I control it, I take it easy, I give myself a break, I pace myself. Thankfully, the big man up there sent me the greatest job opportunity. I took it. I love it. And now I do much more than party. Someone give me a pat on the back. I control my life and nobody can tell me otherwise.

From an outside perspective looking in, of course at the risk of sounding judgmental – Colombo has significantly gotten worse… and when I say worse I mean FUCKED!

The alcohol consumption among the creme d’la creme is indefinably high in volume (I’m afraid for some individuals). The drug in-take even higher. And I moved back from the U.S and I’ve seen it bad. Every kid smokes pot now, on a daily basis a few times a day.. hey no judgement. But, the reality is freaking terrifying because we all know letting yourself go is the easy part, getting yourself back, is the real question?

The hippie community really really need to stop with the whole ‘yoga’ and ‘save the planet’ attitude. You are tripping on acid, that’s why you think you can save the planet by destroying your mind… Don’t tell me drugs spark your creativity, so taking 3 tabs of LSD is justifiable for ‘work’ reasons. The dependency issue is the only thing that bothers me. ONLY thing.

If you can’t sleep because you didn’t puff the magic dragon. You have a problem my friend. Do we not know the difference between personalities prone to addiction and the personalities that aren’t? Ask yourself if you know yourself well enough to deduce if you have a dependent persona.

Each to his own. Do drugs, drink plenty, make merry and be happy but do not lose yourself to the substance beyond your control. As much as we love ‘having fun’ and as much as we’re ‘stressed out’ with work – it takes strength of character and self-awareness to make the right choices.  Find it within yourself, it’s there. Seize it. It takes you from what you are to who you can be.

Alright. I’m done.

So, I lost myself somewhere between Tampa and Colombo – and I found my heart. Bloody hell, did I find my heart. I can’t tell you what that means to me, It almost like being born again. I’m back!

The Replacement!

Since I’m a beloved fan of Emporio Armani, it is my duty to write about this. Little did I know both the Beckhams were replaced. I thought David’s Armani contract stretched over for another year. But, NO – out with David and in with… wait for it… wait for it – Cristiano Ronaldo!

Phew! I just broke a sweat. Look at the perfectly sculpted man.

Please, someone agree with me. Cristiano should be sued for posing semi-naked; after all he’s surely going to be the main cause of a few heart attacks, millions of hyperventilating teenagers and chaotic frenzies of die-hard fans frantically searching for live-size posers of this ad campaign.

I haven’t watched any football lately, and I always liked Real Madrid before he arrived. Yet, even though I hate Manchester United with a passion for their pompous disgraceful attitude and behaviour – Ronaldo is fly as fuck!

Look at his scrumptious physique. He makes the average hottie seem like a dish-washer. It amazes me the amount of muscle tone a human can  possess so wonderfully.

I can just bite him. And, I know most of you reading this will have an uncontrollable ability to keep from crying, laughing, more crying, moaning, groaning, ooohh-ing and ahhhh-ing … better yet screaming. Enjoy ladies!

Men – this is what we call irresistible. Just a small hint for the future. Fantasy Heaven but we can only dream. Hell if you have a body like Cristiano, you can get away with blue murder

Again, biting is like I can think about this point!

I should get back to work, but the body. Sorry, Heidi Klum but Ronaldo will definitely steal ‘the body’ title from you and even you can’t say no.

Armani couldn’t settle for anything less than a Fox!

Ever since Monday rolled in, I’ve been noticing new brand endorsements for our lovely celebrities. From Eva Mendes’s new Calvin Klein stone-wash jeans collection to  Zoe Saldana landing a new Avon contact. One in particular caught my eye -  Megan ‘freaking’ Fox for Emporio Armani Underwear!

She does have an extremely sexy body, and Armani has always had a rep for having its representatives being overly sexy and overly sizzling. Remember David and Victoria Beckham?

David Becks, in particularly is probably the most appealing underwear model. He can sell anything to anyone. Sex sells.

Vicky was good too, but she’s just too skinny for the job. Since we are talking lingerie – needless to say the VS angels rank high up there. When I’m enticed to buy lingerie, I want the model promoting the products to have the goods. The curves. It really attracts me.

Women need to embrace their curves. Work out, keep fit and look good but keep the shape of your God-given curves. Please. Skinny was so 2000, trust me I use to be a tooth-pick in my teens and suddenly by the time my 20′s came along – I filled out. Naturally.

Megan Fox will be a great brand ambassador for Armani Underwear. Yes, she’s way better looking than the average woman. And, her body is phenomenal but she isn’t a size zero, misleading young women and teens that eating air for breakfast is good practice for a healthy tomorrow.

I bet the underwear feels amazing too. Lucky for my birthday is coming up

They say she’s the next Angelina Jolie. Let’s see. Jolie doesn’t have as great a body as fox does. But, she landed the best brand is the world – Brad Pitt. Can Megan follow suits?

Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the fairest of them all?

Kidman?

Hudson?

Fergie?

Not, even close. While carefully comparing the magnificent cast members of Nine against each other, I stopped at the naturally obvious choice and decided I cannot be biased. So, it’s a tie instead.

Yes, Cotillard vs. Cruz. I cannot chose either one, so they both win. Why?

They’re both beautiful, exquisite and breathtaking in their own right. Somehow, they both exhibit their own aura but at the same time possess a similar beauty.

European are lovely creatures come to think of it. Marion Cotillard is a French actress and won an Academy Award for Best Actress (2008), for her performance as Edith Piaf in La Vie en Rose. This was the second time I’d heard of her. The first time I saw her on-screen, was in A Good Year. Nevertheless, she’s unbelievably out of this world, not just in beauty but in craft too. The french must be that much more proud, as Marion set the bar higher.

Penelope Cruz needs no introduction I’m assuming. Rumor has it, Miss. Cruz is close to becoming Mrs. Bardem. Finally, she found herself a man who understands her. Truth be told, I wasn’t jumping for joy when she started dating her string of co-stars, all of which seem never to last. Javier Bardem is catch as well as effing hot in my books, plus they probably related to each other too. No complaints in the acting department either.  Good for you Penelope!

She’s still gorgeous as ever and do you know how hard it she to find a less-sexier picture of Cruz on the web? It’s exhausting! She’s just oozes sex in every photograph and people some times look past how lovely she is cos of it.

So, these two lasses really sizzle in the musical. I had to put my two cents out there.

No, I haven’t watched the movie yet, but I am psyching myself up for it though. Don’t roll your eyes at me, I’ve been busy plus I’m an unlucky loser who’s been working this whole holiday. Someone’s gotta earn the dough.

Peace!

One for The City, Two for The Sex!

First and foremost, of course the trailer would feature New York’s given anthem ‘Empire State of Mind‘ by Jay-z and Alicia. When a beat catches one, it’s like a moth to a flame – you cannot escape it! It’s a shame, radio is killing the track like they do with all hits.

Sex and the city 2 – uncontrollably ecstatic about the squeal. What can I say, sometimes the best remedy for a bad day is an episode of sex and the city. It works. 100% guaranteed.

We love it because we can relate. SATC was never afraid to put it ALL out there. New York City or not, it’s the same where ever you reside. We go through similar issues with friends, boyfriends, lovers etc. Same issues with sex – no matter who you are as your own person, we related or reflected to one of the four characters. Some times it was only a ‘characteristic’ but in a moment you nod in agreement or smile knowing you would have done the same.

In an ideal world, where every waking hour was peachy keen. Women of my generation would opt-out of their daily grind of work and obligation to focus on: men, sex and shoes!

Am I right? or am I right?

On that note, let’s step out of my hypothetical bubble. lol.

But, nevertheless, I’m glad the girls are back with round two for the silver screen. I know my girls, and there are so many of you I want to watch this movie with, are gonna be excited for this premiere.

Cheers!

The second sexiest man alive!

Isn't he the most beautiful man you've ever seen?

Ahhhhh! Sienna Miller gets him again? This world is really unfair. I’m telling you!

Why second? Well, in my books Brad Pitt is number one. Simple.

I have for the longest time, adored Jude Law. Yes, of course he’s extra better looking than even a handsome man. No, he isn’t womanly good-looking, those of you who say so are just pissed off God didn’t think of you when he dished out the ‘good-looking’ gene. But, since I haven’t basked in my vanity in a while, I decided to write a blog about Law.

Apart from his dreamy blue-green eyes and perfectly chiseled jaw, there’s the ideal medium-sized pink mouth and the British accent – the accent really is the icing on the cake, isn’t it?  Probably the best I’ve ever heard.

But, actually with his looks aside. He’s a better than most actors. Old stuff – Cold Mountain and The talented Mr. Ripley were hits in their time.  Alfie was basically his life story under a different name. Closer was note-worthy and suspenseful. I used to call it – the sex without seeing any of the sex!

Now, we have Sherlock Holmes. I haven’t watched it and I can’t contain myself til I do. I remember during my drama and theater days, I actually took part in excerpts of Sherlock Holmes. Such memories.  Speaking of theater, Law is starring as the principal in ‘Hamlet‘ for Broadway. Now, that I don’t mind flying into New York to see.

This is just an ode to Law and his sexiness. I really hope he holds on to Sienna this time, she’s prob the only actress worthy of him. I think so!

Back to reality now.

A must-see

They take the meaning of an all star cast to a whole other level. Kudos!

Me vs. You

True Story.

3 weeks ago: Boy meets Girl. Boy falls for girl right way. Girl is wondering why. Boy assumes girl is a doll – sweet and warm. Girl thinks boy is mad, but doesn’t say so. Boy insists girl is sweet and warm. Girl knows boy isn’t for her.

2 weeks ago: Boy is in awe. Girl is mortified. Girl tells boy it isn’t peaches and cream everyday. Boy continues to imagine.

1 week ago: Girl is agitated. Boy is targeted. Girl shows she isn’t perfect or even sweet. Boy slowly realizes the truth. Girl is aloof. Boy tries to change girl, instead pushes girl away.

1 day ago: Girl is running away from boy. Boy is devastated. Boy is hurt and angry. Boy assumes girl is heartless – cold and fake. Girl is relieved.

The end.

The moral of this story. Don’t assume, don’t imagine, do not I repeat, do not for one second think you are special and the only one, within seconds of being involved with someone. I am a chick and if I say so then, there must be some truth to it. It beats me why this common misconception happens over and over again to people. It’s kinda scary how the ways in which people a set, just rotate around that  singly directed sphere.

People, people, people why do you build yourself so high up only to fail or fall on your big fat ass? Nobody is gonna like you off that bat, let alone except you. Nobody will respect if you behave like an ignorant child.  The few who do, fabricate ‘who you are’ by their terms, to suit their needs or use you for their benefit.

Ha, the United States of America is sure one hell of an array of  psychotic characters.

I would rather be alone, than compromise who I am for someone who I feel isn’t worthy to start with. I am still laughing at the petty minds, who don’t get what they want. Don’t get me wrong, I like getting what I want too – there’s only a few who succeed every time.

Tough, huh?

Does Good-Bye mean Letting go?

A week ago, my family suffered a loss when my grandpa passed away. We’ve been preparing ourselves for his passing for a year and a half now, so it wasn’t a hard blow. Yet, it was sad.

I cried. And, on that exact same day my mom called me with the bad news, I had to see my ‘lover’ go. When I say lover, I mean in the best possible way. He’s more my friend than anything, and yet we find ourselves crossing the threshold between a platonic friendship and a romantic endeavor every time we see each other.

It’s a given he thinks. It’s a given I think. After three years, it doesn’t get easier to see him go. We live in different cities you see. So, that fateful Sunday, I cried. Cried like I haven’t in a long time. It scared me to cry that much, because I almost forgot I was human. I think I cried because my soul was hurting and the loneliness swept over me.

Now, my grandpa is six feet under and restfully where he needs to be. I’m glad I spent some time with him the last time I was in Sri Lanka. I only have fond memories of him. Which can only make me smile now.

However, my ‘lover’ is bundled up somewhere because of the biting winter in his hometown and I sit here at my desk with only questions. Questions that I haunt myself with.

I believe in walls. But, I believe in destiny too. He is probably the only guy I know right now, I would break a wall or two for. Scares me but without risks where would we go? I like to push the boundaries of my existence, not all of them only a few. Love is tainted though. Sex is what we settle for. Pathetic.

I hate good byes, and I don’t know how to let go. I need a lesson in that.

Oh well. Life must go on.