karaoke!

My house mate, Adam asked me if I wanted to go to karaoke one Fri night. Based on his research, we have to go to a place that’s somewhat on the high end because otherwise it could be a prostitution joint…
Anyway, the day he picked to go to karaoke, I was exhausted and needed to get ready to go on a trip early in the morning next day. So, I decided to stay home instead. Adam, Ayesha, and Yoshi went to Colombo to check out a few places Adam knew about. Unfortunately, they couldn’t get into any of the bars because some of them are closed, and also because Adam wasn’t dressed appropriately for the posh bar (his pants were too short…). So they came back to the hostel, and we decided to have a karaoke/dance party there. We all found the songs that we wanted to sing on Youtube. We put a red grocery bag over the light to create mood lighting. We all hit the floor dancing as we took turns singing. Adam also had a bottle of Arrack (which is a coconut based whisky) to share. Really sweet but actually pretty good. We were giggling and having a great time as we danced and sang more and more. Then, we heard footsteps. One guy from the international unit (the unit responsible for all the volunteers) and a matron of the hostel came to tell us to tone it down. They said that there was a funeral going on not too far from the hostel...(the funeral was for the guy in the picture. a 22 yr old man died of leukemia). Also our neighbors complained to the security guys that we’re too loud and keeping them up. As we talked to the guy from the international unit, Adam quietly moved to sit down on the coffee table so that they don’t see the bottle of Arrack. We are not allowed to drink alcohol of any kinds at the hostel. The hostel is run by a Buddhist organization. The thing is it’s very quiet around the hostel at night, and the noise travels far. I felt bad but couldn’t help laughing about our misfortune. We had more songs to dance for.
I was gone for the weekend, so nobody had a chance to ask me what we did at the hostel on that night. I was so glad to be out of town. People loved to gossip around here, and they seem to enjoy knowing what we are up to. Apparently, they knew that we were drinking which is against the hostel rules, but they didn’t kick us out…it was a super fun night that I would remember for a long time 

LGBT community in Sri Lanka

Being gay is basically illegal in Sri Lanka. There is no law protecting them against discrimination or harassment. I'm not sure if the authorities actually take any actions to prosecute them though. It seems Sri lankans and/or the government don't want to acknowledge that LGBT community exists. It appears to me that many people are very uninformed/unaware about it, and they are somewhat in denial that this is a human right issue in their own country. Majority of Sri Lankans are Buddhist, and as far as I know Buddhism doesn't make no claim on any type of sexual behaviors...
I recently went to LGBT event at British council. They had three day long film festival. The event wasn't that well attended unfortunately, but even then I could tell LGBT has a strong community based on the way they seem to know each other well.
I ended up talking to a guy who turned out to be an counselor for LGBT population. He was telling me about the subtle discrimination that they experience and also the difficulty with their families. This counselor turned out to be an artist, and he had his work displayed at this event. I purchased one of his paintings from him. The proceed goes toward LGBT community work. I get overwhelmed sometimes when I think about the amount of work still left to do to bring equality for all, and I don't even know what I can contribute...but at least $30 I spent on the paining will be used for good cause.

The trip to the villages ended in an interesting way

I took a three day trip to two different villages in southern part of Sri Lanka last week. The drive took about 7 hrs one way, and I saw so many different scenaries of Sri Lanka--rice paddy fields, tea plantations in the beautiful hill country, pristine beaches w/wild peacocks, the civil war battleground w/wild elephants crossing the streets etc. I'm sure it's a matter of time before Sri Lanka becomes the destination for all. It's just too beautiful not to be discovered. Anyway, it was all fun and very touching to meet all the villagers, but what I remember the most from this trip is that I got drank in the car with my boss on the way back home!

When I travel, I'm usually with men only-my boss and co-worker. During the last trip, they asked me if I liked to drink. I told them that I do occasionally, but not much since I came to Sri Lanka as I'm not allowed to drink at where I live (Buddhist hostel). I didn't think much of this conversation until the last day. Until when my co-worker jumped out of the car all the sudden and came back with a bottle of Lion beer, whisky, and plastic cups! They said that it's not illegal to have open bottles in a car. They were like "nobody cares, really. We work hard and need to drink sometimes. Just don't tell anyone". Oh...a beautiful Buddhist country! I love Sri Lanka more now :).

As they drink, they kept saying "just a little bit, just a little bit." I had 1/2 of the bottle of the beer, maybe. But, my boss and co-worker ,who are both pretty devout Buddhists, went for it. I mean they really did. They stopped the car every 5 mins, so that they can pour whisky into plastic cups without spilling. They kept asking me if I wanted whisky, but I decided against it. I wasn't sure if I could handle it with the bumpy and windy road. By the time we got back in town, both the beer and whisky bottles were empty. My co-worker became extremely talkative, and I just couldn't wait to get out of the car... My boss also chews betel all day long too. At the end of the trip (1am!!), he smiled at me with red-stained teeth and said "good trip. You don't need to come in until 10am tomorrow..."

volunteer work

I guess I didn't know exactly what to expect when I first came to Sri Lanka. I wasn't really sure if I would be placed in a village teaching, building schools or what. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to do something, at least one thing, that Sarvodaya (the agency I volunteer for) would find to be helpful.
It turned out that the Community Capacity Building Unit (CCBU) could use my help. This unit helps villagers organize themselves to work collectively to bring positive changes/improve the quality of life.
One of the things that I'm working on is the well construction project. Japan Asian Friendship Society (JAFS) provides most of the funding to build the wells in the villages, and CCBU has built about 150 wells all over Sri Lanka in the last 5 years. CCBU needs help sending the progress reports on the construction to JAFS and also writing the grant proposal for the funding for the next five years. Those are the things I do when I'm in my office at the headquarter of Sarvodaya.
To do the reports, I can get to travel with the unit to different places to meet the villagers and see the wells too. I just attended the well opening ceremony in Kegall district. Lots of people turned up for the ceremony--maybe about 30 people. The treasurer of the village society started crying during his speech as he got too emotional. They were needing this well at last for the last five years, and it was finally completed! It was very touching (I was trying very hard not to cry) to see him sharing the tears of joy.
The villagers used to walk about a mile one way to get the clean water from the well in the next village. Making the trip to the well more than once a day means they have less time to work in their rice paddy field, vegetable farms etc, meaning less produce to eat/sell.
The new well would be used by 150 people everyday. It costs only $600 to build one well. It really made me think about the money I waste on things that I don't even need...

meat lover's paradise. the philippines that is

I can't believe it's almost a week since I came back from the Philippines. When I think back my week long vacation there, the things I remember are the blue sky/water, the fish biting my elbows and feet, roosters crowing all day long waking me up, San Miguel, San Miguel, Red Horse, and San Miguel again .....and all kinds of meat. Lots of it too. Lechon, longganisa, adobo, kare kare etc. If you love to eat meat three times a day or more, the Philippines is it for you. In fact, Rach and I had the hardest time finding fresh veggies, especially in Coron. This mostly meat diet was quite a shock to my system since I have been eating pretty much vegetarian in Sri Lanka. I have to say I enjoyed the sweet aroma of meat though! Filipinos are serious about their meat, and they seem not to waste any parts of animals, which I really respect. Rach and I saw a street vendor selling chicken heads on a skewer. Even I couldn't bring myself to try that. Maybe I can't be Japanese Anthony Bourdain after all. Sad.