OK, here we go. The return to the blogging universe. Not sure how this’ll go, but I spose there’s only one way to find out. So I was over at rival blogger Sy’s page the other day (I went undercover so no one could tell I was there) reading about her trip to Korea so I thought I’d just right some stuff about what happened in my month long expedition to discover the true meaning of love and the elixir of eternal youth. And visit family members in Sri Lanka.
So the trip started with us hitting up the airport, as you do when you want to fly places or purchase stuff duty free. I was soon to discover another useless talent I have, which I have now added to the list that includes fake nose picking and killing James on his own facebook page. Luggage trolley pushing. I am actually really good. In fact I was self promoted to position of specialist luggage trolley pusher within seconds of trying it out. To the woman I hit at Sydney Airport, you may not agree with the above promotion, but I apologise sincerely and it was some other guys fault.
Anyways did the normal stuff, hit the plane stuff, did plain stuff (Good to see I still got my very punny sense of humour. I was afraid I might’ve lost that.), and ended up sleeping on the 7 hour flight over there. I have this problem with plane flights, and the name of the problem is vomiting-on-airplanes-because-of-the-smell-of-the-airplane-food. Scientific condition. So I just sleep. On the way back, I revolutionised the game by using this patent move where I just pretend to sleep/refuse the food and continue doing whatever. On the way back I watched ‘Yes Man’ and ‘How to Train a Dragon’. Now I want a dragon even more than I did before, which I thought wasn’t possible but apparently is. Please. Speaking of movies, yesterday hit up ‘Inception’ which was sweet, and for those who’ve watched it, Leonardo Dicaprio is now 50% from the field.
Speaking of fields, the moon and stars in Sri Lanka (seamless transition) is mad because there are heaps and really clear and just mad in general. It was a funny feeling seeing the Southern Cross from Sri Lanka because whenever I’m in Australia at home and I sit outside watching the stars I always look at the Southern Cross. Sometimes looking at the stars and moon kinda makes you feel lonely, and I might maybe just admit that maybe I missed you guys when I was there. Not like heaps or anything, but maybe just a little bit. OK, that was homo. Anyways, one thing I noticed in Sri Lanka is how much I missed my dog. Like I actually felt sad when I saw her photo on my dad’s phone as his wallpaper thingy. I’m a bit scared about that one day she won’t’ be with me anymore, but I suppose that’s life. Letting go. My hamartia. Woo.
Anyways, while talking seriously, I did learn a lot about myself and what I want to be in life by learning about my past, namely the lives of my grandparents and parents. One thing I’ve always thought about when thinking about playing cricket for Australia is that whenever I look at myself, think about myself, I don’t see any greatness. In my mind, I don’t stand out any different from anyone else, and that would always bother me. Anyone that has played sport with someone really good will know that they just have this aura, this appeal about them. One thing I learnt in Sri Lanka was that this kinda greatness that I’m talking about runs in my blood kinda.
My grandparents, and their parents before them, all were standouts in their own way. Many are renowned throughout the village, or state or whatever as being mad awesome. My grandad (actually my grandad’s brother, but we see him as our grandad) who’s an English teacher is so mad, he tells me about the different people he’s taught, and there are so many, but purely to give an example, he taught how to speak and write English to the first Sri Lankan to be knighted by the Queen. So many different ones, but that’d take me a million years to talk about. And on the other side of my family my great great grandad or something like that was the leader of the village and when he ever couldn’t attend a meeting or a funeral or somewhere he was meant to be, he would just send his umbrella to acknowledge his presence. Mafia level Badassery right there. Also shows that ceebs runs in my blood too and is not actually my fault.
And we had our palms read. That was fun. Not sure whether it’s true or not, but it was fun nonetheless. Apparently I will be good at whatever I become in life and also there’s a large chance that I won’t remain in Australia to follow my career. Not so sure about that last one, but you never know.
Right now, to be honest, I got no clue what’s going to happen with my life. I mean not that I’ve ever known, but right now I don’t even have a vision that I’d like to happen. Everything’s a blur, and I spose the main thing I gotta just wait for is whether I end up in the Avondale or not. That could be unusual.
Oh well, back to the trip and now that I think about it I don’t have much to say. Except there about a million dogs on the streets everywhere. Just strays that hang around everywhere. Oh yeah, this one time we were driving through town on my uncle’s motorbike and I see this policeman instructing traffic at an intersection and behind him are two dogs sleeping and this one goat. I was like okay whatevz yo, and barely registered the thought. Then as we are driving back past the same dude, everything is exactly the same with the two sleeping dogs and the goat standing there just that about 6 other goats have just rocked up in the middle of the intersection and no one seems to care. And I saw a cow trying to walk into a shop. Crazy world.
Well I spose I didn’t really do anything much at Sri Lanka except just sit around and hang with the cousins and all, and it’s good to be back home. No cool photos this time, but just getting back into it so we’ll see. Oh yeah, this is my 30th blog post and 50th overall for aag1.tumblr.com. Woo, party time. Anyways, see you all round some time hopefully, but as cricket pre season starts Sunday, planning will have to be extremely strategic. Later s homies.
