Amongst the Thorns, She Fights!


‘Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend’ said Marilyn

Well, not really this girl. I think they are overpriced and lot of people being are screwed over in getting its real worth. Lots of us have heard about Blood Diamonds in Africa (mainly due to Pop Culture and courtesy of the likes of James Bond and the other name sake movie featuring Leonardo Di Caprio). But, let’s not forget that Sri Lanka has it’s own great source of diamonds and precious to semi-precious gems in the great town of Ratnapura. And let’s also think about the men and (sometimes) women who spend ages knee/thigh deep in mud and water (trenches) maddeningly going through them to see if they can find at least one precious gem to sell off (and hopefully buy food for his/her family and children). And in this process, let’s not forget that they will get screwed by the brokers or the buyers as they hustle for a low price (so that they can sell it off for hundreds and thousands of Rupees) but the poor gem miner gets just a bit here and there. Maybe I  AM a little prejudiced and I AM considering the worst case scenario (and I’m sure there are lots of people NOT being screwed), but I’m just thinking of those who are getting screwed and I frankly do not want to be the recipient of a gem or diamond that could have had such a thing intertwined with its origins (regardless of whether it came from the ground, the drama along with it can be bad luck).

Regardless, I’m not a huge fan of precious gems, though they ARE pretty, and because the world loves them I came across this bit of information and wanted to share it with you all.

Types of Diamond Shapes & Cuts

Information about Diamonds

Information courtesy of  James Allen.

Please remember to always ask for Conflict Free Diamonds.


Egg, Prawn & Broccoli Salad

I am on this weird diet, I don’t even know what the hell it is. Basically I like to call it my carnivore diet, cos I’m getting my body to eat my own fat deposit. Sounds fitting, with Halloween around the corner, doesn’t it? Regardless, I eat some yummy food, and I am sharing with you one that I made recently, and I took really low quality pictures of. It’s not neat or anything, but I’m not Nigella Lawson, so cut me some slack, please!
Right so, to the ingredients;
  • Prawns
  • Broccoli
  • Egg(s)
  • Salt/Pepper
  • Butter/Canola
  • Lime
  1. There is a difference between  a prawn and shrimp, like it says so here
  2. How to de-vein and peel a prawn, you can find a video tutorial here  (ps: I added Curtis Stone in there, just to make things yummier)
Righto, then. To the cooking pan!
  1. Once all the ingredients are ready, that is, you’ve washed and boiled your prawn and its all clean and tidy, get a bowl out, just add some butter (I prefer Canola, purely for the heart and it’s healthy), and leave it there
  2. Boil your egg (or eggs). Some like it hard boiled, but I kinda like it not so hard (boiled), so that when I dice it up, there’s a natural sauce for the salad, and I don’t need to add anything else (apart maybe from a dash of lime juice or butter(of course Canola).
  3. Steam your broccoli. If you don’t want to over steam your broccoli, what you can do is use your microwave. After washing your broccoli, place it in a microwaveable dish, in go the broccoli florets, then a spoon of water, cover it with cellophane, and into the microwave, for 3 minutes on high.
  4. Once you have everything ready, cut the broccoli into bite size pieces, and thinly slice your egg(s), and add everything to the bowl with the prawns.  Add some salt, pepper and  dash of lime for taste, get your fork out and start munching.

A healthy, light meal, for your Happy Tummy A La Maya (that’s me) 🙂 Enjoy!

Laptops & Power Outages

I own a Compaq 610 (dubbed Podi Maya) and I have had it for about less than 2 years. It’s been reliable so far, since the demise of my earlier laptop, Panik, I have solely relied on it to be my source of EVERYTHING. BUT, as of late, I have found out that the battery has gone kaput. Well, I realised that the battery had gone kaput about 6-9 months ago, because when I remove the cable, it only would stay ‘alive’ for 30 minutes and it would die. Before this started happening, it stayed on for 3 hours, which made me quite happy. It’s a good laptop, and for the price that I got it for, it was a deal ($750).

My only issue is that, due to the battery issues, the laptop is no more a laptop and is quite plugged in (to the matrix? Sorry I had to put that there). A new battery would cost a good 20k(LKR). When the power cable went bust and a new one cost me 16k (LKR). What I was wondering, was whether this is a model issue or just a HP issue (cos I had the same thing with my earlier HP laptop). Also had the cable to the earlier HP Laptop go bust, and then the battery. Or is it that the fluctuations in Electricity available in Sri Lanka is so unstable, due to the unforeseen power outages that it makes my electrical appliances go bust. I do have a trip switch which goes off at times like those, but are there sneaky attempts that go unseen? Also, the fact that I use so many multi plugs and extendable power cords to reach my desk, could that be it? I don’t know. I need a working laptop and I don’t want electricity playing havoc on my babies 😦

All I know is that all my work goes bust when the lights go off and sometimes I get the Autosaves and sometimes I don’t. I just got in trouble because I had sent the wrong copy of a document I had corrected but it hadn’t saved when the power went bust, and I thinking it was the right one, cos I ‘thought; I saved it, sent it right away. Darn.

Yeah, I think I should either scrounge up the cash for a new battery or even a new laptop. (Sad)


Sometimes when you look back in anger,
in between the mist of your emote eyes,
you see clarity and then you know
that you can let go, of everything that you are holding on to
with that tight rope, that is burning into your skin,
the one that will leave a mark on you and remind you of the pain within
so let go, “it’s okay” a magical voice may whisper into your lobes,
there is nothing that could have been done and fate might be to blame,
but letting go of one’s anger does not mean the build of another!
don’t blame fate too much for this either!
remember the good that it brought
remember the good that you now know
seize the day, let the rope fall down
and climb back on to that step and look around!
clarity without bias is a gift that you must will to be
and once it’s yours, hold that will close and breathe…

Situations present themselves to you, and sometimes the truth hurts, and even the situations. But, you need to see the good in those situations for those who are loyal to you in the midst of the evil that calls out to you to join The Sith. Be thankful that your Anakin didn’t cross over to the Darkside but stayed with your Padma, and pity Count Dooku who festers on the people’s fears and entices them to join him in his trysts. I’m frankly thankful that my Padma has her Anakin and he had the courage to say ‘NO’ to Count Dooku and stand strong by her side. I feel sorry for you, but I’m not petty enough to not friend you. So I will. And here I am, with clarity.

Yes, clarity, poetry and Star Wars at 6:00am brings you a post such as this.

TTPT Sandwich

Okay, so you know what’s yummy? What I just had for lunch, that’s what! I didn’t want to eat the same old rice and curry, so I thought I’d make something from whatever I had at home.

What I found that appealed to me in my pantry/kitchen was a can of tuna (which had sunflower oil), a bunch of parsley I had in the freezer (keeping the parsley in the freezer helps it stay ‘fresh’, by that I mean, avoid it getting wilted), tomatoes and bread. Those being the ingredients, all I needed to make what I was making (Tuna,Tomato & Parsley on Toast aka TTPT Sandwich, yes I made that up 😀) was a frying pan, a bowl, 2 spoons and some butter (I prefer Canola – healthy and all).

So, yeah I first got the tuna out of the can and into the bowl. Then washed the parsley well, chopped them into little teeny weeny pieces and put it into the tuna bowl. I then did the same thing to the tomato as well. I made toast out of the bread and then I put the filling in between the toast and THEN voila, TTPT Sandwich on the plate, and a few bites later, in my tummy, happy and warm!

If you want a quick and healthy meal that can be made in 5-10 mins, this what you can make. If you aren’t a fan of tomato, like my fiance is, then you can opt for a bit of lime for the same effect. I wouldn’t opt out of the parsley, but if you don’t have it, then you can try a salad leaf or even a slice of cheese. Still healthy.

I think I might do this more often, the cooking and blogging thing. Sorry I didn’t take any pictures, I was famished. And I hope I haven’t bored you with this, but hey, HAPPY EATING or as the Italians say, Mangiare Bene!

It's not my image, but mine came out a very similarly

Counting Down Has Never Been This Amazing

Standing, along a blue wall, that’s speckled with water bubbles patiently fighting to burst out through the plaster beneath the cool shade, there we stand face to face, looking through each other as we were mere ethereal personas, standing still against time. And I stand there looking at the wonder of those brown bright orbs that mirrors your emotion and mine combined yet each with a story to tell but one that will not be spoken yet transcended through vibes and aura so strong that it sets my hair on end. Holding me close, noses touching one another, we stare right through the galaxies of our corneas. Eye lash grazing, sending tingles down my being, shocking the caverns and their beasts who are now awakened and fumbling towards the light. Your lips tremble as mine does with yearning, its a longing that beats against my heart as loud as a beating drum heard down in tribes far away.

And we meet, like waves crashing against one another, mighty and strong, overflowing as our lips make contact over and over, in unison to the rhythm of the current that sweeps through an open door, as your hot tongue greets mine like an old friend, shaking hands and saying “how do you do, I’ve been expecting you for quite some time and I’m sure glad that you have arrived“. Maybe not friends, but lovers brought from friendship and understanding so strong, that it governs the mighty waves of thought into tsunamis that can break down those very walls I had constructed brick by brick against possible and probably hurt and hate with cynicism as twisted as a tangled braid. But you tore those down, like the Berlin Wall and you made a change, you changed my world.

The lines of my hand met yours as if they knew because fate had etched them on our palms a long time ago and now you and I, we’ve been found. Every graze, every touch sends tingles to every corner of my being, awakening them and as your kisses sends warmth searing through to my heart, I feel jolts of heat pass through you into me and explode into a beauteous array of fireworks only my inner being can pay witness to, and you, yes you are the reason why every inch feels as if its in a caffeine induced coma, one that makes you spring to life against the misery which lies solid, un-moving in a corner. You are the reason, for my being, for constantly moving forward through the blizzard. You are my strength, my heart and soul, you are the spirit that runs through my veins, giving me life. And I, I love you, with every heartstring calling out your name.

I dedicated and gifted this piece of writing to Thar for his birthday, and I have been waiting for the right time to post this online, and I think it’s time. Happy 17 Months, YOU ARE THE BEST PART OF MY LIFE.

Bed Time Ponders

What is life but what seems to be an endless story that falls over itself in cascades and into tiers, and as a tier approaches, you age. You eat, you sleep and you dream in between the nights and days, from dusk to dawn. But do most of us really put thought into our lives, or do we merely ‘go with the flow’? Do we continue like robots, being programmed on a machine line or back in a secret lab no one is supposed to know about. If we’re the latter, well we must know that we are important and different, and if we are different how are we different. William Shakespeare said “We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life, Is rounded with a sleep”.  What I think he means is that we have our bubbles and we are safe in them and rarely move out of our comfort zones.

Do we live our lives like its meant to be your last, or do we just procrastinate and expect to wake up the next day and with new opportunities sprouting like ripe tomatoes growing in your back yard, filled with vegetation (if you didn’t procrastinate to water them, or lest make sure the sprinklers came on time – having programmed that too). What I meant to say is, do we go about like we’re living a dream and that we’ll live forever, or as one of my favourite quotes by James Dean goes, do you “dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today”. Because to me, the latter is what gives me the strength. I dream, and I live. Passionately. I’m happy when I’m happy, I’m angry when I’m angry. It may seem a little black and white when I put it like that, but to me, that’s me feeling, and when I am overcome by this drive that powers me, I can’t feel anything else but that pure adrenaline that keeps me going. Do I at times deter and deflect, when ailment and misfortunes come my way, I do. I am only human, and I have to let nourishment and time mend the bridges of whatever I am referring to and move on with life. The same life that I said I live passionately. I don’t take my life for granted. I don’t take opportunities given to me for granted, I take everything that comes my way with a skip. But that doesn’t mean I trip. Life dishes out the good and the bad, and the bad never comes knocking. And doing a balancing act is quite tough too, when you are trying to live your life to the fullest, because you also need to prioritise to manage your time.

Then, there’s love, and there’s friendship. When it comes to love, there are so many highs and with emotions and passion there will be puddles and there will be bumps on the road. But life comes with a ying and a yang, with love is the opposite with evil and the ugly side of life, just staring you down, making you quiver in a corner. It’s okay to be afraid, but it’s important to also stand up once you recover from it and find your bearing. Aldous Huxley said “Experience is not what happens to you; it is what you do with what happens to you” so when life beats you down, just get back up and move on. And friendship comes in many sizes and shapes, and forms. It could be genuine and it would false, be aware of who your real friends are. If you are a nice person, don’t let the false friend turn you over to the dark side, come out the winner and don’t let them have their laugh.  People will talk, people will judge, people will never attempt to see more that what they want to see, because they are limited, they are restricted, they are afraid to sometimes see that you may have something that they do not have, that they couldn’t possibly have and they might have insecurities of their own and that’s where they start pointing fingers and saying things about you which you do not deserve and they know you do not deserve. You have something they want and do not have, and in today’s age it’s easier to criticise and not praise when one finds themselves in such predicaments. It’s a sad affair, but sometimes nothing can be done.

If you come across such situations, its easier to shrug it off and be the bigger person. Sure it’s hurtful, but life was never supposed to be easy. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy. You can be aware of these things, but don’t let it take over your life. “Don’t worry, be happy” may be the biggest cliché in the book, but there’s truth in those words. The Dalai Lama said that the purpose of life is to be happy, and I agree. Shrug those worries off, and if you can’t, write them off, quite literally. Pour out your feelings into pen and paper, or on a Word processor and be done with them. I just did, and I feel better already.

Oh Woe to me. Pain hath become mine once more!

Oh it’s that time again, when I’ve been rendered an invalid (well this time for a shorter period). I have pulled ligaments in my foot. What is it with me and ligaments? They sure don’t like me. First I broke my ACL, now I’ve pulled my foot’s ligaments. Oh Murphy. You such are a bastard, you know that?

Sigh, this is what happened. I have a black kitten, called Kahlua (I named him this cos of the fact that my last black cat was named Cognac, and I wanted to have a set of alcohol-named black cats. So anyways, this Kahlua bites. He does it with love (I hope he does), but he does bite and they sting especially when he goes for your ankles and the soft skin that trace over your veins and such.

He lunged at me to bite my ankle, I jumped back. when I came crashing down on the ground, my left foot had turned and I came crashing down on the foot sideways, with all my weight on it and I heard the insides of my foot go “screeeeccchh”. Pain, searing pain was all I felt. I was home alone, except for the cat who circled me. I felt like prey. But it didn’t bite me, maybe it sensed my pain. Nevertheless, I couldn’t get up, and I couldn’t get to my phone, so I did what I was supposed to do. First aid! I crawled on my belly to the kitchen, used my strength to hoist myself up to the freezer, grabbed the ice trays and I came down again, and I started slamming the trays downwards to unlodge the ice cubes from the tray. I placed on ice cub on the quickly-swelling-foot and then looked around for a bag. Thankfully, there was a bag around. I put more ice into the bag and applied the bag on the swollen left foot. I hopped on my good leg to the sofa and lay there with a bag on my foot for an hour. That’s when my foot felt better so I hopped around to find my phone and a bandage and then I started making calls and tweeting incessantly about the pain.

I tried to ride the wave of pain out, but 3 hours later, the pain magnified. It was time to go to the doctor. And painfully (alone), I made my way down the stairs, and waited for Tharindu’s driver to come take me to the hospital, hobbled in and hobbled out, every step as painful (or more) than the last. Got to the  of Park Hospital, a lovely smiling Dr. Yapa greeted me and he poked, I yelped, and so he told me, your ankle is fine, however the arch of your foot, not so much. You’ve bent it inwards with the fall and you’ve pulled your ligaments throughout. Sigh. He had an attendant (also smiling) apply this numbing gel, which didn’t numb me at all. I think I have tolerance to all these things. And then prescribed me lots of painkillers and a gel to apply, and we had another chat about this other medical worry I had and sent me off. I thanked him profusely. And I wobbled to the pharmacy and off home.

No one at home again, so I hobbled upstairs and got into bed. I had to eat to take the meds. All “after meals” meds, they were. So I made an egg sandwich, hobbling on my good foot, wincing in pain when a wrong move sent searing red-hot pain down to my nerve endings and giving me a headache.  So I ate it in silence, and then hobbled to bed, took my medication, wondered who taught the nurse at Park Hospital to bandage dress patients cos it wasnt right. Waited for the meds to kick in. It took my tummy 3 hours. 3 hours I waited for the bloody meds to kick in. After that I was drugged and glorious. Euphoric about the diminished pain and I went off to dream about two people that I rather not discuss. All I can say is my mind is very very weird.

That is all.

Also, watch where you go. And remember that you are NOT a cat and you don’t always land (correctly) on all fours(or twos). Sigh.

Joygasmic Food: Panna Cotta [Dessert]

So today, I had a rather bad migraine, and I was working and when I was “working” I stumbled upon this dear dear site which had a beautiful picture of something rather delicious. Now, as of late my stomach and I have allied ourselves together against a greater force, which is really my body, and we are at war. One wants to diet, while the other wants to eat, eat and EAT. We eat to live, right? RIGHT! Anyways, this rather delicious piece caught my eye and I thought I’d share the image and the recipe (which was there as well), with you guys.



3 cups cream

1 package (1/4 ounce) unflavored gelatin

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/2 cup sugar


1. Put 1 cup cream in a medium saucepan and sprinkle gelatin over it; let sit for 5 minutes. Turn heat to low and cook, stirring, until gelatin dissolves completely.

2. Add remaining cream and sugar to gelatin mixture and heat gently, just until sugar dissolves; add vanilla.

3. Pour mixture into 4 large or 6 small custard cups. Chill until set, about 4 hours. Serve in cups, or dip cups in hot water for about 10 seconds, then invert onto plates. Serve within 24 hours.

*By the way, for our topping we used warmed strawberry jam sprinkled with pomegranate seeds….so easy and really delicious!

Source: OnceWed

Life’s Many Presents

Life gives you many presents. Sometimes, those presents could include the new BB you’ve been eyeing, or the lovely stripper shoes that you’ve craving for or even socks. Now, despite not really wanting/appreciating what life gave you, you should accept those socks graciously and don them because you’ve just made your feet quite deliriously happy. One person coals, is a another mans gold!

One of those days

There are days that all I want to do is work, work, and work some more, because frankly, all I really want to do is be busy, and stay busy and not really deal with the woes of my mind, my heart (well maybe not my heart, because it’s a party and then some with my Thar), and surroundings. The surrounding woes my mind, and that brings me down, like a house of cards. Today wasn’t such a day, and my mind is constantly being weighed down by all the thoughts that run through my head, where I have come to point I can’t speak. I simply cannot put a sentence together, because the voices in my head (I have 7 and they have names – Pav (the dominant personality), Portia, Piper, Page, Penelope, Prudence and Phoebe) are always speaking to each other, either ranting, conversing or simply consoling (which seem to be occurring more and more as of late).  Anyways, whatever it is, it has affected me to the point where I zip and go on lock-down, and if I am in company, all I can do is listen (pretend or try extremely hard to listen (because let’s face it, when you’re listening to 7 voices in your head, do you really thing and 8th or even 9th voice coming through my ear drums will get past? I didn’t think so!)). I spaced out a few times during social gatherings and this is normally with my Thar’s friends because it normally happens in the nights. At most of the time, I really do try to listen but like I said, as of late, something has taken over me and I just can’t seem to figure out why it’s affecting my vocal cords, my thinking processes and why when I do open my mouth to say something, a)my speech dyslexia makes a comeback b)my pronunciation ends up being butchered and c) my vocabulary has gone on hiatus. It’s not pretty and I don’t enjoy it, because I am at times a perfectionist (and stubborn to boot) and when things don’t go my way or something hasn’t been done in the proper way, I sometimes get royally annoyed (even if it is with myself – yes, I am too hard on myself, but do people ever learn unless they are hard on themselves?).



A house is not home!

They say that life is hard, but how hard is it to live inside this home, no one apart from the very people who live here will truly know.

There is never a day that goes by without voices being raised, people getting hurt and dreams being shredded into little pieces. First by hands, then put into a shredder and then stabbed with an ice pick. Yes, my dreams have gone through that. They lie in minuscule pieces on the floor and I look upon them with grief.

They say that families are supposed to take care of you, and I suppose they do. But that care always comes at a cost and that is when a certain individual flips, a monster makes an entrance, we get flamed and scorched good. Crispy, if you will.

It is at times like these that I want to run away from home, but I can’t because I’d be leaving behind people I can’t really take with me. And that makes me want to cry and cry and cry. Crying never solves anything, but at least the agony that my heart feels right now, would dissolve into the salty water and the weight of these problems will ease, at least a little. But I sometimes think, does it really? I don’t think so, but at least I can pretend that it will.

Nothing is ever good enough, and we are never good enough. No matter what is said and done, things never get resolved and we just continue in this cycle of life and hate.

Let’s say that my life is 90% Misery and 10% where I’m trying to maintain my sanity when I live under this roof, and I preoccupy myself by hiding behind text books and my faithful laptop. When I’m not within the confines of these walls, I’m 90% deliriously happy and 10% carefree! I might sound like a bitch for saying this, but without my closest friends, I don’t think I could survive this long in this crazy so called ‘Home’. Because this isn’t a home, it’s my own personal prison, and the mother is the Prison Warden. With constant threats, never knowing what tomorrow might bring, the only solace I know is that the people who I have found my peace with will still be around when dawn breaks. For that I’m thankful.

It’s been awhile…

…. since I’ve been down this road. I was having a chat with Teddy, when it suddenly hit me what today was.

A year ago to this day, I remember I cut my hair short, a page-boy bob. After growing out my hair to a length never achieved before, I cut it, because the reminders that the hair had for me were too many. And after months of letting it be, it was gone. I knew I missed in that moment, I knew I longed to feel it between my fingers, I longed to play with it again and be able to smell that fruity scent I was so familiar with it. And more than the memories, I knew I had been rash and hasty, and done away my hair and not dealing with the person at hand. I was never the confrontational person, at least till now.

I remember why I cut it and I remember the tears I cried that same morning (for different and more horrible reasons), when I hastily made my way to the salon. “I want it gone”  I told them and silently to myself “…like all those bad memories.

I remember, and yet it feels so long ago. The months that followed afterward were just as tearful, just as painful as that day that I cut my hair, only one year ago.

Oh, but it’s over now and my hair has grown back. Not to its former glory, but it’s getting there. And in that time, I must say, its been a roller-coaster of ups and down.

The last six months have been wonderful. Hell, despite the torture I endured I’ve learnt some great things, like the following;


If only…

– If I were a season, I would be Summer
– If I were a month, I would be April
– If I were a day of the week, I would be Friday
– If I were a time of day, I would be the Sunset
– If I were a planet, I would be Mars
– If I were a tree, I would be a Mahogany
– If I were a flower, I would be a Lily
– If I were a fruit, I would be a Grape
– If I were a land animal, I would be a White Serbian Tiger
– If I were a sea animal, I would be a Dolphin
– If I were a bird, I would be a Phoenix
– If I were a kind of weather, I would be the Sunny yet drizzling type
– If I were a musical instrument, I would be the drums
– If I were a color, I would be Purple
– If I were a facial expression, I would be a blissfully happy yet goofy smile
– If I were an emotion, I would be the overpowered with happiness kind
– If I were a sound, I would be the sound of soft waves crashing onto land
– If I were a car, I would be a BMW or a Ferrari
– If I were a food, I would be anything Italian
– If I were a place, I would be a tropical private island
– If I were a flavor, I would be Coffee
– If I were a scent, I would be that of Lavender
– If I were an object, I would be Fluffy
– If I were a body part, I would be the Eyes.
– If I were a song, I would be like nothing you’ve heard before
– If I were a pair of shoes, I would be a pair of low heeled sneakers
– If I were a fairytale, I would be Beauty & the Beast.
– If I were a holiday, I would be Christmas.
– If I were a nut, I would be an Almond.

Sunset by AntiSpy

My Career & I…

I’m working now, and I love the company and industry I’m in. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and I had been trying to get in ever since I graduated. But when I finally got it, lots of of people were apprehensive about how long my career development euphoria will last.

This company has been known to stretch their employees thinly and most of them have crashed and burned in the past, and I suppose now, I can see why. The management trainee programme  is quite grueling. There are 16 of us, all sorts of shapes, faces ans sizes. Our “first day” was a grueling out bound training and since then it’s been a roller coaster ride which i’ve gone about with a huge grin on my face.

Well, at least until all these assignments came up.

Apart from the homework and weekly reports and the examinations we’ve had to sit for throughout the last 4 months, we’ve now been handed research projects and what-nots. The what -nots are challenges as well as work based process improvements. Now, the thing is with over 4 hours on the road, it’s quite, how can I put it, tiring, frustrating and nerve-wrecking. I’m forever reminding myself of how I wanted to be here in the first place and now that I’m here to make it count. Don’t get me wrong, it’s this documentation issue that’s the problem, I love the work in itself. I had a plan when I started out like I always do, and I am gritting my teeth and dealing with it, but it’s tiring you know.

I guess we all come to a point when we chose the hard road to get to where we want to be. I guess this is the little sacrifice we make. The sleep, the time we would spend socialising, the bonds we hold, those get frayed in this process. What I’m trying to come at is how ambitious are you and how far would you go to get ahead in your career. Because, come to think of it, that is what we are striving for right? Ambition rules us most of the time. And, boy am I ambitious.

But, the thing is as a girl, there are so many other responsibilities you need to uphold. Like keeping in touch with your family, the  helping out with the chores such as cooking and cleaning and generally being the perfect daughter. But right about now, I don’t have the capacity nor the energy to hold it altogether, I suppose that’s why my health keeps breaking down.

I just hope I find the balance to make this work, because the clock is ticking and I don’t want to be late.

What about you, guys? What would you do for your career and ambition?

Nuisance Callers!

Ever been kept awake by annoying nuisance callers, or do you get bombed texts from idiots cos they think it’s fun to bully someone by continuously being a pain.

Never fear, for Dialog GSM has a solution, with the Call Block and SMS Block feature.



A little piece of mind, maybe?

Is it wrong to want to be assertive, to stop people walking all over me and leaving me a mess on the floor? I don’t think so.

Last year taught me many things; one was that if someone in your life takes what you are and turns you into something that makes you doubt yourself, then that said person isn’t worth the trouble nor the effort. If they continuously blame you for their misgivings, and how they can’t overcome their own issues but would rather point fingers into your direction and tear into who you are, then it’s definitely not worth it. I learnt it the hard way, and I learnt it good.

Last year I said goodbye to many people, two friends who are now in heaven and some who still walk the earth. The latter I had to bid them goodbye because it was harder and harder to have conversations with them, let alone get a word in sideways. So I let go, I cut ties and I moved on. Some I didn’t give fair warning but merely a few words that said ‘I can’t handle this‘ and some I just chose the ‘ignorance is bliss‘ route. Does that make me a bad person to for at least once in my life crave some self-preservation, then so be it.

Last year, I chose myself, and frankly I’m not really sorry. But having said that, I should also give thanks for those who were part of my life and leading me into who I am now, otherwise I wouldn’t have learnt so many lessons in life. Without them I don’t think I would have been pushed to say “No, no more, this has to stop“. Do I miss the people who I let go? Maybe a little. I suppose I miss the good times, but when the sour surpasses the sweet, I’d rather turn away than experience the bitterness of what I went through. But thank you, for making me not want to reach out more than I used to. I now know that kindness isn’t always something that people take too kindly to as some resort to abuse it and take it for granted and is often misunderstood for its intentions. With that experience I drew closer to the people who supported me without wanting to slit my wrists, and I’m happy, with the little piece of mind I have. Isn’t that what people anyway want, a little piece of mind. It’s not too much to ask for is it?

Last year, is so … yesteryear and I’m looking for the eerie silence after a tyrannous storm.

Story of my Life

I came across this when I was tumblring and found it on Teddy‘s tumblr.

This is me, and it gets awkward and sad sometimes. Hug back please. Cos, everyone wants to be hugged despite the awkwardness, like the Free Hug in Sondrio, Italy.


Yes, exam time is here for me once again. WHAT you ask? “CIM“, she says in a meek voice.

Yes, I’ll be sitting for CIM not tomorrow but the day after. *GULPS, in slow motion as beads of  perspiration appear on her forehead*

My facebook status has had three  nay four CIM updates so far. Behold;

28th May : The next two weeks are going to be something. #CIM, here I come!

4th June : Lunch, water, energy drink, shortnotes, water, energy drink, shortnotes, water, energy drink, shortnotes, dinner, and the cycle continues… *sigh* #CIM

6th June : CIM doomsday approaching… fast fast *runs away screaming*

7th June: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek CIM CIM CIM *chanting continues* OMG A CIM TRIBAL SACRIFICE, they are going to eat me aliiiiiiiiiiiiive. SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ME, SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ME *freaking out here!!!!!* *dies*

Yes, I’m slowly losing my mind. Happens every time I have exams. Last year I opted to try the nonchalant “what? I have exams? I’m gonna wing it!” I winged it and passed. BUT see this year, it’s the last time the old syllabus will be held and therefore the old green monster CIM UK is actually looming overhead telling me that IF I don’t sit for it and pass, he’ll gobble me up I will have to redo the entire stage in the new syllabus or something like that. Yes. One of the two.

What am I doing here? Well, I came to look for example of Channel Intermediaries and realised THAT I MUST CHECK GMAIL/TWITTER/FACEBOOK/LATITUDE/MY-VIRTUAL-PET-TURTLES erm yes, not going so well with the staying away from all TEMPTATION.

Anyways, that’s when I came across THE YOUTUBE and found this awesome video. BEHOLD AND BE AWED.

Right. I think I’ll go now and do those past papers like the  Cutie-on-the-bleachers The-Dude-in-the-video said. Erm *looks shift*


Or as I like to call it, the Head Desker 2000Z

It’s all very Meh, ya see?

I’m not the world’s best confrontational person, or maybe I am (because some days I’m ready to break down doors and the others not so much, but lest to say I don’t go picking fights). I love that the past has made me the way I am today, but I don’t like getting reminded of the past day in and day out, because well, my past ain’t too great. And when I do get around to reminiscing every tiny bit (because I am OCD like that), I get really torn up about and it takes me a while to let things ease out into normalcy.


The Good, The Bad and the Wrong

Those who know me, know that I’m not overly religious. I follow the Buddhist philosophy, and I stick to the principles identified within that framework, with a vengeance at times. This, however, also leaves me in a bit of disarray, as Buddhism being a philosophy turned religion (in the minds of the people (that is,  followers, practitioners, inter alia), it has evolved from a mere way of life to what I would call a business (because save for a few religious heads, it is JUST that).

One thing that always happens around religious times and when I visit temple, is where I get extremely puzzled on my life and how it has turned out to be. See my life hasn’t been a bed of roses or a walk in the park to say the least, and along the way, this person who used to breathe Buddhism as a religion and follow it quite well (because that was I was brought up that way by my grandparents, despite the Christian learnings I’ve had to partake in whilst I was abroad), I stuck to my guns and I was religious. When I used to give thanks at the table and my mother wanted me to be more Buddhist, I did so without being asked twice (though I was confused as my Catholic cousins would carry onto). Now, I was always a curious child and every questioning (which was often reciprocated with a yell of frustration or smack (cos I tend to ask the darndest things ya know?)). Anyways, when it came to matter of religious following, I didn’t question my mother on it, but did as I was told.  BUT, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t confused about the dynamics of it all.



Hello World.

How’s it been? Long time, no see. Sadly, it is my fault, and well I apologise, profusely. Once training is over along with my exams, I shall surface on a more regular routine, and maybe even complete the 20 something drafts just lying around. Yes, more for that I say.

Now let’s see, what’s been happening?


The Storm and I

There’s something about watching the rain, cascading down upon us all in angry tears, that mesmerizes me to great lengths. It’s almost beautiful,  almost sincere. I could stare at it and not realise the time pass by. I watch it pour as I make my way home to the confines of my own personal prison, the confines of my bed. As I watch the drop hit the glass, I can’t help but feel a connection, to a time not long ago. I remember how I used to let it pour, where my tears never ran out.

I was angry, sad, numb yet overpowered by the need to want this pain to stop and torn between wanting to just will myself away unto the next birth. With the lashes of lighting in the form of reality I received from beauteous friends, and the thunder that I heard from them whenever I reached a new low  than the time before,  I still found it hard to fully part, detach and restart my cycle of what should have been the calm after the storm. The storm had taken me, I couldn’t part with the pain, the misery. It had swallowed me whole. I was an alien in my own body, a mass that lived for the sake of living, and I couldn’t make sense of the person I had become. Everyday was a battle against myself, a debate on life or death, sanity or anarchy.

But now, as I look forward, I see the rain hit the windscreen, a drop heavier than the last, and as the wipers wipe it away swiftly, I can now connect to it. My pain is slowly but definitely being swept away. Wherever it has faded to, I don’t miss it, I don’t mourn it. I smile that it has finally left me and moved on, with the rainbows making an appearance, dazzling with colour  formed out of thin air. The calm is approaching, the sun is dawning through the dark clouds that threatened to break me and tear me to pieces.

And I, I feel safe, warm and overcome with a feeling I find hard to describe.

Like a single ray of sunshine, you shine down on me. Flirting with the colours of the rainbow, you bring me the purple that fills up my life. For you I’m thankful. To you, I give my love.

by scoot75

So, Piper makes an entrance…

Social Networks, continue to give me minor heart attacks. Like whenever they want to throw it out there at times when I’m not ready to take it in, or deal with it just yet. Same difference though, yeah?

Of course, this is because I’m one insecure girl, who’s also very good at keeping her emotions at bay (23 years of hard training – not easy this stuff, and I’m still learning to be numb)… but sometimes, like the gaps between my cupped hands, the sand falls through my fingers and those are what causes my little heart attacks. Damned cracks.

People who really know me, know the little girl inside of me, not the boy though. It should be noted that I’ve always aspired to be a boy when I grow up, how that’s ever going to come about, is the million dollar question.I’m quite attached to my female bits you see. Whilst I’ll just have to deal with the little boy inside of me, the little girl never knew that she’s this insecure, but is a masochist enough or maybe just understanding enough to swallow the lump in her throat and take the world by it’s horns. Then again, I’m insecure when it comes to things that matter to me, and I never (try to) take it for granted. Oh well, by it’s horns it is. These bulls are quite something eh? Strong beasts.

Ah, but it’s so hard you know, especially when you have a horned dwarfed minion whispering little enticing nothings into your head, filling your head up with nonsense.  I shall try not to be insane. I shall try to keep Piper (YES, I named the horned dwarfed minion) at bay, Keeping PIPER at bay. NO PIPER DON’T COME OUTTTTTTTTTTTTT! *fights with Piper*!!!!$%$&IU&I*PO*^&EW*E(*O*(*&#$^!!!! *sees hands and legs stick out of dust ball forming, out comes a bloody and roughed-up Pav* I thinks I won.

So it’s pouring cats and dogs, and I’m here writing a post, without the internet cos Mother pulled out the router cable. And I’m trying (trying being the operative word) to finish up my project which was supposed to have been typed out 2 days ago. So meh, I miss my coffee, a world without caffeine sucks balls =/

*grudgingly returns to the report*