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In short, we must 'ganbatte'

Today marks the third day of my 'workout' regimen (consists of four rounds of walking around a section of the closest park because there's like trees and trees're awesome). It's also the third straight of humidity that's descended upon Abu Dhabi and for a few seconds, it almost feels like you're swimming because of all the moisture you end up inhaling.

So, I think I've lost roughly two litres of water weight from all that darned sweating. On the plus side, I'm finding this better than going to the gym. At least I don't have to stand around waiting queues for people to finally get off the treadmill. And of course, I get to listen to my own music, though I think it's about time I made a work-out playlist because I realized that I have a lot of low-key, mellow, chill out songs on my iPod. It's great for fiction fodder, but there's a huge difference exercising to pop punk and dance tracks as opposed to... City and Colour.

I know! I'm gonna make a work-out playlist and it's gonna be composed solely of anime openings! Like this one. This one's nice too. Actually, this one's pretty awesome. Ah, anyone remember this one? Can't forget this one too. This one here is da bomb. I can totally see this one making the list too.

Granted, my taste is suspect, but that's not the point.

... Oh my God, what if I totally tune out and do the Naruto run mid-jog?


but never doubt that i love

Recently, I got in touch with an old friend through, what else, Facebook. After hey-ing and hi-ing our way via Fb chat through something that could pass for an actual conversation in today's day and age, she popped the dreaded - though, sadly, I wasn't entirely unprepared for this - question:

"so when r u invitin us to ur weddin?"

A quick browse through her bio page reveals a profile pic with husband in tow. Okay.

I replied: "lol, inshallah"

Quick UAE trivia time: 'inshallah' in Arabic literally translates as 'God Willing'. Unofficially, however, whenever you hear someone say 'inshallah' before you hope to close a deal, be it over a contract signing or shisha date, here's what it really means: "Haha, no."

Not that she had lived in the Middle East long enough to know that.

We were really good childhood friends. Once again, life proved that change is the only constant and it looks like everyone but me is heading for the Babies Ever After route. There's something about it that gets me down. Anyone who ever was the shy kid in class knows that feeling. While my brain and heart tell me that I've been making the right decisions, there's this little black pin-prick that hits a nerve, reminding me that I don't want to die alone.

In the meantime, I think I'm gonna stick to what works for now. I love the people I love, few as they are, wholly.

And when that day does come, I hope I'll be ready. 

Me Meme


So I might have stumbled upon the most adorable tumblr community. Almost fours outta college and I've spent a good few hours - 16-ish? - navigating the color-coded, Copic penned world of the studyblr. I think I just found my new favorite aesthetic (though Copic pens are still overrated).

Today marked my first venture into bullet journaling and the results are hardly worth a reblog. In any case, I'm glad that I've found some motivation to get my crap together and organize, organize, organize. My workstation has never been more thankful. And hopefully, so will my ballooning thunder thighs once I cross off the 'Exercise' portion off the list I'm planning for tomorrow after work.

The way I see it, this could be the start of finally getting my life on track. I've always had the determination; just need to get that channelled into actual results.

My parents aren't talking to each other. Again. I'd like to announce my nomination for a medal in recognition of surviving this marriage, but that'll just lead back to the same ol' fucked up story. Shopping for stationary made me happy today. Throwing away those old receipts felt good. I've always tried distancing myself when things get this bad, but there's only so far you can bury yourself in your own head.

There's no point in confrontations. God knows an intervention has been long due, but the only person who needs saving now is me and I'll be the one to get that job done. Finally.

Still no news of a possible career switch. One day at a time then. 

32 Facts About Me

Comment with "I wanna play!" and you will be assigned a number between 15-50 of facts for you to share. I was given 32 by night_owl_9

Basic stats first:

1. I'm turning 25 in November. Scorpio Sun, Pisces Rising. My Chinese zodiac sign is the Metal Horse.

2. My Myers Brigg personality type is INTJ.

3. I was born in Kotte, Sri Lanka, and raised in Abu Dhabi, UAE.

4. I'm a fourth generation Sri Lankan Malay.

5. And I'm Muslim. Salaam Aleikum!

There"s more where that came from!Collapse )


This Is Not A Farewell Post

Suffice to say, 'it's been a while' isn't a very good joke at this point...

I'll always have a soft spot for LJ. Made a lot of good friends, read a lot of good fic, enjoyed a lotta memes. Though I understand the lure of the Tumblr, I think I'll always find my way back here, even if I'm the only one reading my blog. I can't promise I'll do this forever, but I'll do this. I just... it just feels right...


Since my last entry, I've been promoted at work. Wonder of wonders, I now work a 7 to 4 desk job as a Customer Relations Coordinator. It's amazing how things have led to where they are now. I have more free time to spend reading and writing. I'm not as exhausted as I used to be, now that I don't have to work 12-hour night shifts. It's incredible. I sometimes catch myself smiling to myself just thinking about it.

It's not ideal, but I'm so dangerously close to that level of happiness I was at when I was in college. 'Cheruphobia', I think, is what they call that particular brand of fear: the fear of happiness, because there might be something ahead to make it another wonderfully sad memory. Should I be grateful anyway? Of course.

But what if...


Come at me...

... heh

Found this on theladymore's page and thought I'd step out of my comfort zone:

send me a pairing and a number and I'll write you a ficlet about one:

… grinding up against the other
… moaning the other’s name
… stripping off
… sexting
… giving the other a strip tease
… giving a lap dance
… being drenched whilst wearing white
… leaping into the other’s arms
… confessing a fetish
… pinning the other against a wall
… trying to turn the other on
… successfully turning the other on
… turning the other off
… tying up the other
… spanking the other
… having some “private time” and the other accidentally walking in
… having a “friend” over and the other accidentally interrupting
… flashing the other
… having a wet dream and calling the other’s name during it
… bending over seductively to pick something up for the other
… leaving hickeys on the other’s neck
… trying to play footsie with the other during a meeting
… trying to go down on the other, under the table, during dinner

Fandoms: Tekken, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, NANA, Sailor Moon, and... let's go with a bit of Ouran High School Host Club.


Music Meme - Day 30

30. Your favorite song this time last year.

[A month and a day late is still better than none.]

So, of course, why didn't I do the appropriate thing and post this on New Years' Eve: one, I had to ring in 2015 alongside my co-workers on a foggy, disruption-fueled late-night shift at the airport and two, it was so hard to pinpoint just one favorite (I may also have been waylaid by certain, uh, 'attempts' to kick my writing into gear). Hence, I thought I'd make this a free-run post and share whatever music I enjoyed over the past year, complete with a devastatingly cryptic theme. Still scratching your heads over what it could be me? Have some honorable mentions to help you out.

Pointless post to end a meme with, yeah. Nevertheless, I hope everyone who happens to be reading is off to a great start to their year and if you aren't, I hope things get better soon.


Music Meme - Day 29

29. A song from your childhood.

Introducing my first real music obsession. A testament to the fact that while I was a fairly insufferable teenager, I could still be annoying as a six year old. Just ask my Dad; he's the one who had to drive me to and from school with this anthem blasting at max volume in the car. I'm quite sure I can make his eye inexplicably twitch just by humming the chorus alone.

What the hell, I've got a fifteen hour shift lined up tomorrow, I'mma zig-a-zag-ah all I want tonight.


Music Meme - Day 28

28. A song that makes you feel guilty.

I'm about 80-85% over this band at this point in my still-blooming evolution in music taste, though that hasn't stopped me from revisiting their stuff from time to time. While much of that can be put down to my weakness for a voice like Amy Lee's, I mostly blame the nostalgia left over from my emo teenage wasteland hell years wherein I'd partake in sulking, long periods of enforced solitude, angsty journal confessionals, terrible poetry, and a playlist comprised solely of Linkin Park and Evanescence.

Yeah. To those who knew me as a fifteen year old, I sincerely apologize.

Also, this isn't the only Evanescence song on my iPod. Since it's just shy of ten years that I should've given them up, I adjudge this song worthy of today's theme.


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