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You know I write so much about Unawatuna that there’s been much speculation as to what the addiction is. I have many posts dedicated to Princess Martha, the beautiful bay, Happy Banana, the sex room and Upul’s, the beach boys and the overall sense of peace I feel when I’m there. I was listening to this song the other day and I realized every single word said exactly what I needed to. It encompasses exactly how I feel and exactly what I’d want to say if Unawatuna suddenly sprang to life, became a person and asked me exactly why I’m so hooked on him/her. Have a listen…

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This is in memory of an amazing 24 hours. This is for the 1st of August. This is for an if and when becoming a now. And for the person who made it, to put it lightly… “nice”. You know who you are… this is for you. 😀

Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever

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Summer Moon, Unawatuna - July 2009

The music starts, just as the moon rises and you claw your way through the throng, finding your way into the light. A night meant for dancing into the morning light as your body  takes over and you begin to sway….

Summer moon
On you face
O the wind blows so sweet

Come my way
Come my way
Dance with me

Let us dance
To forget
Let us dance
To remember

All those days
Last summer

A bitter twist and turn, as you find yourself alone. It’s still early. The moonlight hasn’t quite returned to the horizon again, but something’s changed. You can’t put your finger on it, but you know it’s not the same. Your angry at the source of your happiness. It’s a source with no rights into your soul. A source you have no right letting in, in the first place. And as if the mellow moonlight was suddenly struck by lightening, ricocheting itself back to earth, a sharp stabbing pain reaches your heart and you know now… what you’ve been afraid to let go was never within your reach to begin with…

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightning
I see bad times today.

Don’t go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes a-blowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye

(please pardon  the poor photography. was taken off my 1.2 mega pixel phone, in the dark, in a very stoned state)

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City of Lost Children by YagaK

City of Lost Children by YagaK

Hello blogosphere, says I sheepishly. I went missing, true to mt blog title and I have no clue how to find my way back. But Cerno reminded me that this place, right here is where I belong. There’s so much I’ve wanted to blog about over the past few weeks but the words are finding themselves more and more difficult to come out. Work’s been a bitch. But that’s supposed to be good thing for the likes of me who goes and gets myself into way too much drama. The escapes to paradise have been eye openers in so many ways though and sitting myself down on the beach is when the inspiration starts to flow. So many words, so many vivid pictures in my head

Last night I was at rehearsals for a play I’m acting in and for a while now I haven’t been able to get into this very intense scene. And then I closed my eyes and was asked to go into my happy place, my happy moment and I realized that even that one perfect moment of mine was in Una. It was one of those mind-blowing, gone too soon kinda moments. But even though the moment’s lost, I can literally feel every single emotion when I want to. And that can be frightening. Especially for a somewhat lost soul like myself.

I feel like I’m at the fringes of this place called home. Like a voyeur, looking in but I can’t find the doorway. I turned my back and went off looking for the doorway to a thousand churches a while ago and didn’t realize that all I needed to do was turn my back around and come home. And now it seems too late. Like a blind man, I’ve been feeling my way around, but there’s no door to be found. Just walls and windows. Walls keeping me out, windows letting me peep in and see what I have lost. I said “People Always Leave” in my last post and I never realized though that in a way, I’m the one who left this time.

So much for the glory of the adventurer huh?

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1. People start asking you to broaden your horizons in terms of your vacation spots

2. Random beach boys know you by name, offer you cigarettes & ask you how your dogs are

3. You know random beach boys by name and actually enjoy their company

4. You even know the names of the beach boys dogs

5. You sit your ass down, slap bang in the centre of the bay and can stay there forever

6. You suddenly find the down-south Sinhala dialect creeping into your conversation. Gedara yanawei?

7. Paying for a room is at the rate you decide

8. You actually get a good night’s sleep irrespective of the fact that you’re an incurable insomniac

9. It seems strange not to fall asleep or wake up to the sound of waves lulling

10. Your wrists & ankles haven’t seen the light of day because of all the friendship bands you’ve tied on them, marking the number of times you’ve come here

11. Sand between your ass cheeks seems perfectly normal

12. You have a gag reflex at the smell of bananas, but you eat banana fritters as your staple diet when you’re here

13. You think wind-surfing looks like having sex, only better. Poetry in motion, I tell ya.

14. It’s only June and you’ve been outstation 11 times this year already and 10 of those visits were to Una.

15. Oh yeah… and you refer to it as Una instead of its proper name. If you’re nicknaming something, it’s gotta mean something.

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Princess Martha in her kingdom by the sea, surrounded by her loyal subjects.

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princess-martha

I’m happily high & stoned in Una and the strangest thoughts are popping into my head. This is going to be posted on a sober working day, under completely different circumstances, so please be mindful of that. Please?

There’s a baby here in Una at the Happy Banana. Her name is Martha and I’ve fallen in love with her. I’m here for the 5th time this year and finally for a long enough holiday. And every time I’ve come, this amazing little baby girl has been here. She’s Russian I hear and her mum lives here in Una now. For me, she is one of the best attractions here. Ask for her if you drop by at Happy Banana at any time. Just remember to roll your Rs because the locals tend to call her Marrrtha and I think she responds to it being pronounced that way. And while you’re at it, try and get her mum to play a game of pool with you. She’s a mean-assed player who’ll beat the pants off you any day.

The thing is that I’m asking myself why I’m not a mum yet with my own little Martha (or Anakin 😉 ). I’m turning 30 this year (oh god not another post about my age!) and I’m asking myself why it hasn’t happened yet? To someone who is the complete opposite of the baby crazy Monica on Friends, but someone whose heart still melts when she sees a baby in a mother’s arms?

And then I ask myself if that’s what I really want. To have a child? Because all I need to sort that out is to have unprotected sex at the right time of the month ya? But I can’t picture that happening. When I see myself with a child, I see a family. To use the corniest of corny terms, I see “the American dream”. So I need to ask myself if I actually want to be a mother or want a consumerist view of what’s supposed to be perfect in my mind?

Sigh. Shall move onto happier things in my head now. The view here is too perfect to let my mind wander in those directions for too long.

Besides, this post not supposed to be about my whining. It’s about Princess Martha, the most beautiful baby in the world. I have been plotting to kidnap her for a while and even I boldly asked her mum if I could take her away with me when I head back to Colombo. She was almost contemplating it for a while, but no mum would give away a baby that perfect.

She’s also so darn friendly that you can’t resist carrying her and playing with her. Everyone in Una tends to love her & the regulars at Happy Banana all play with her, feed her and help take care of her. As tiny as she is, she shows no fear and giggles at all of them, despite the fact that they are all big, dark burly men. I think babies are better judges of people than we are. She knows who’s nice and not just by instinct.

Martha, my little princess… you’re going to be the first thing I look for when I get there next time despite all the other alluring attractions…

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