Monday, November 17, 2008

A rose by any other name

Listening to: 'Set The Fire To The Third Bar' by Snow Patrol ft. Martha Wainwright [Eyes Open]

Procrastination session II, as promised (well, sort of). I was just thinking...I've now lived in the UK longer than I've lived in Sri Lanka. And that fact is reflected in many aspects of my life - my addiction to X Factor and my love for Team GB, to name but two. But in certain ways I just can't bring myself to become a 'British Asian'.

For starters, I categorically refuse to say 'cheers' when I want to say 'thanks'. It just will not happen. 'Cheers' makes my skin crawl. Possibly weirder than my aversion to 'cheers' is my aversion to the terms Mum and Dad. I did not speak to my Mum and Dad today. I spoke to my mother and father. Or my Ammi and Thaththi - but not my Mum and Dad. I just can't do it! Even when I'm talking about them with my friends (and I tend to do that a lot), I just can't say "My Dad said blah" or "My Mum asked blah" feels so weird! It's like I'm talking about someone else. Yes I know I'm strange.

...oh god I miss them so much. I'll be home in 34 days'...why so long?!?!?! Sigh.

OK sleepy time now.


  1. Haha, I'm addicted to the x factor as well.
    And I hate Louis Walsh with a passion, he's such an idiota!
    I miss my 'mother and father' like crazy as well lol...home in 28 days for me :)

  2. I hate that word: "cheers"
    Gah. I don't know why. =/


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