I’ll Be Back

Helloooo!

Nopes, not here for a Thursday version of #FridayWisdom no. But just a quick note to let you all know that I will be taking a break! No, I’m not going on vacation. Tsk. Far from it. I’m just taking some time off from here and maybe a slight break off other forms of social media as well (teeny one though) to figure things out for myself and spend sometime piecing together this very complicated puzzle of life.

(c) Google Images

I hope all of you all are well and sunny and until I write again, please wear sexy shoes.

On Love and Other Drugs

Tsk. I’m so lame man. I’m also very sad. LOL. Juzlookiethetitle.coversfaceinshame.

Before I began working on this post I actually searched my own blog about what I had written about “love”. I am a narcissistic bitch, in case you didn’t get the agenda. In case you wanted to know why and were curious *lol* lookie below:

(in chronological order, descending. be warned, they are very pathetic)

What is sad-der is the fact that I had to read through a few of these posts to remind myself as to the circumstances that surrounded the particular piece of writing! Lol. One reason I don’t write much about the subject is because well, I just don’t.

Also, Cemetery Lover. That’s how deep my life is.

When I was a child, all I had to worry about was dealing with the bitch who broke or stole my colour pencils. (c) Google Images

I’m not quite sure why I’m blogging so soon slash after suchha short interval in between, maybe because I have been sick as a dog (or bitch, whichever sounds better to you) and have been at my laptop from home or my mother’s very comfortable office, working as opposed to going out there and seeing the world. The latter of which I don’t find too important because, hello Google (Earth)! :D Yes, I am of the virtual life, sometimes at least, it’s okay if you are judgemental because so am I! *high five*

So what inspired this profound piece of not-so-artistic writing? My tweet of course. Did I also mention that I swim (though I genuinely do not know how to) in narcissism?

<you may now refer the last line of previous paragraph>

Ladies and gentlemen, my staying at home on most Friday nights has now led to this intricate 140 characters (or less) of what I hashtagged as #FridayWisdom

What doesn’t kill you doesn’t make you stronger Kelly, it actually kills you silently.

I’m not sure if everyone could relate to this and if everyone cannot I’m sorry to have failed as you a writer by not creating an experience that is universal but to those who can identify with me, I feel you.

It’s the second half of the year so we all know what that means. It’s time for introspection to kick off. It already has and on tonight’s #FridayWisdom I’ve realised that for some of us who actually build-seventeen-year-old-walls around us all our lives and then-gradullay-un wall-at-some-point-in-our-twenties, it is quite the awful I tell you. Because (tsk, I began a sentence with “because”) not only are we allowing ourselves take that leap of faith that has been taken after a careful calculation of pros, cons and lots of other things on the list, but once the equilibrium begins to shatter or a minor earth tremor starts taking place, dushang. That is all there is to it.

I’m praying to God this Friday night, to take away this wisdom.

I’m also praying for you.

Have a good weekend my babies.

<3

On Life and Robert Frost

Hola my babies! :)

Yes I wrote again! :D <insert smirk emoji> I slept last night, at 09 pm, like whoa right? Yes, I thought so too. I started writing this post with the hope of actually saying something but alas, my little pea brain got the better of me. So because I’m a loser like that, I thought of posting one of my favourite poems, by well one of my favourite poets. Almost favourite at least. Have some American ish going on there. Tsk. Also, I know the poem is cliché but you can go suck on that. Eh.

Have a great Thursday! It’s almost the weekend :)
<3

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The First Tuesday of September / Updates from the Box

Hello my lovelies!

Lookie. Vositha gave me flowers after the end of the workshop. SO MUCH LAU <3

Lookie. Vositha gave me flowers after the end of the workshop. SO MUCH LAU <3

It is approximately 1558h on Monday September 01, 2014 (yes I want a Tuesday post okay?) and yay to blogging on the first MONDAY of the month! I’m super sorry for not writing anything sooner, I just checked and my last post was on August 18! Where did all the time go? :( I also realised that it’s been a while (three months exactly) since I did a “First Tuesday of the Month” post as well! Sigh sigh sigh. Erratic blogging habits are such a turn-off. Tsk. I apologise to anyone who bothers to read this silly, often un-proofread blog of mine and thank you as well for reading it regardless. So much lau to you! I will give you chocolates if required. Bribing is the key to a successful readership they tell me.

So while typing out one of these long-due posts, I thought of also including a couple of things I’ve been up to over the past few week, which I may or may not have spoken about on the bloggie. (I did start typing something out on my phone a few days ago, but alas, never managed to complete it.)

  1. I’m using numbers because I’m a sucker for lists like that.
  2. Work has been going good. Very good in fact. This is the current-status of things. I just got back from Nepal after a (uhm) workshop held for the region. It was well (uhm) good.
  3. Missed my flight from Nepal to India on Friday and as a result of ended spending unwanted time the Tribhuvan International Airport and flying in to India an hour before my connecting flight back home only to sign a form where the airport said that they were not responsible for our luggage if lost, only to have received it at the belt upon arrival in Colombo but then to have additional luggage to take home because of the excess of duty free shopping required for the household’s entertainment purposes. I did not use punctuation for a reason and I hope my frustration was conveyed.
  4. I still haven’t fully recovered from the weariness of the workshop, attending it and ensuring that everyone else attend it as well and then go home in one piece. All but myself and Vositha. HAHA. Whattajawkman.
  5. Continuing on the line of work, it’s going good for now. I’m still all over the place. I’m blaming it on the wretched 20s. God forbid, let’s hope the 30s are not half as bad.
  6. I am finally convinced of my ability to write. Hurrah.
  7. My consumption of “all” socially-accepted yet religiously-declined substances seem to be (steadily) on the rise. Eh.
  8. I am still losing enough hair that would ball up for thousands of wigs for the cancer hospital (I mean this in a nice way).
  9. I’ve been getting sick more often than I like to. Sigh. (and no one shows me enough sympathy. kakki.)
  10. I need a day off to think about life and what the fuck I’m doing with it.

Yes! I had to cook up the tenth point so that there is closure to this post. HAHA. Let me know what you lovelies have been up to! I hope you week is sunny :)

<3

When Comedy Kills

I once read that clowns (or comedians) are at an disadvantage as they cannot cry or be sad at any point in their career. (or something to that extent) Their careers are based on making others laugh. So, how could they be sad noh? I think this works the same for those who are supposedly witty or funny or who someone would call up to vent out to or just expect kind words. And no, this post isn’t entirely about me (I genuinely mean it!). It is also for those whom I remembered after Mrs Doubtfire succumbed to suicide following depression.

Who would’ve thought noh: fancy ass Hollywood celebrity with an impressive career, great family (or so we assume) and comedian most importantly, commit suicide?

The paradox is unimaginable that it is equivalent to seeing an animal-rights activist in a genuine fur coat.

But then, what most people fail to assume is that comedians and clowns too are people. Duh. They are very real as the person living next door to you and once they remove the mask that brings them money, they too are susceptible to the same emotions felt by others who are not comedians. They too have their “downtime” when nothing seems funny any more and slipping on a banana peel and hurting your bum actually hurts.

At times like this, it’s not pride but a sense of hopelessness and vulnerability that may not allow them to reach out to others for help. They are responsible for the laughter, if not happiness of others, so how would their audience feel if their source of laughter is not funny any more?

I’m not too sure what this post is supposed to serve as.

Because a part of my university (which I still remember) learning tells me that I need to be all Marxian-purpose driven ish.

Neither is it any mental health awareness week or depression awareness week or some badge / ribbon wearing volunteering cause nonsense, which at least I am aware of.

Perhaps, what I do want to say or try to say through this little piece of hopeless miserable writing is to reiterate the saying I just Googled,

The loneliest people can be the kindest. The saddest people sometimes smile the brightest. The most damaged people are filled with wisdom. All because they do not wish the pain they’ve endured on another soul. – Anonymous

and that is all there is to that.

I thought this would be apt noh. Google reads my mind at times. RIP Robin Williams (1951 – 2014). (c) Google

I’m sorry the post a very sunny one for a Monday morning (or as I write this on Sunday night), life has been trying and I’m trying to lean towards the sunlight, but God seems to send the clouds this way so yes, I’m running out of symbolic imagery here.

<3

Why I Decided to “Come Out”

As a rule, I don’t blog or tweet or talk about work with “friends or family”. I mean, I do, but not in-depth conversations unless it includes milestone-ic events such as a raise or a new job. Why? Mostly because I am of the Mr Lorry-type life of compartmentalisation and hence, I don’t think blending the two is a wise option.

But it was only recently that I found out the impact of this choice on my career as a writer.

Please note, *running on the lines of a disclaimer here* this post is neither for self-promotion, nor for promotion of the event I took part in or anything on those lines. But some bits of information I found to be quite useful, which I thought I should share with my fellow bloggers :)

A Spark of Interest

I recently took part (or watched rather) a Google Hangout that spoke of a few key things that seem to have led to this blog post. It’s a week late I know, but these days the sun hardly comes out.

The Hangout was between two people I have now learned about and grown to respect because of the passion with which they write, communicate and take their interest in a certain subject to a whole new dimension.

The Hangout titled, “Writing a Revolution” focused on a few key things I took home as words of wisdom from bloggers who seemed to have revolted (for the better) through their writing. I made note of a few, hope they help you too:

  • For effective blogging and to drive traffic, link Kim Kardashian to your posts;
  • Consistent niché blogging pays off, even ten years after;
  • The biggest and most successful posts are the ones you shouldn’t write about!
  • When (attempting) writing a revolution, you must also be responsible for the revolution you are trying to create;
  • Three critical things for good blogs include: title, the start of your blog and the visual representation  (now you see my overly elaborate title eh. lol).

I found this image to be quite appropriate. Lol. (c) Google Images

On a personal note, I think there was also one more thing I found to be critical when trying to make an impact through your writing. While it is important for brands that use online marketing to “interact” with their audiences through various platforms, it is similarly important for bloggers to interact with their readers (and fans, Heaven if there are any!) as well. Hence, while publicising on social media is a good thing, you must also be able to represent your writing and that includes not hiding behind closed doors or protected profiles.

*cough. choke*

It’s a little difficult, I know, if you’ve always been behind the safe walls of a “padlock” (I’m not even going on perverted Freudian interpretations here) but, start looking at the positive hype it starts to create and hopefully it might help or pay off, someday :)

The Mandatory Tuesday Post

No, this isn’t mandatory. It’s something I agreed to bring upon myself and today, I failed to deliver. There are still two blogs I need to write, one drafted in “Posts” and the other in my head. Like most things in life, I suppose I would go ahead with it when I am able to work on it. Until then, I will write mediocre blogs like this one, from my phone, which I would also most probably not reread before publishing.
Life is starting to look like a series of unfinished blog posts. Work and things you mean to do, but never get around to due to multiple reasons and commitments. At some point, you start to wonder what your priorities are (or were) and where you went wrong and why you never completed and published that post.
Once you intend on completing the writing you began a while back, the train would’ve already passed and you might be the only one left at the station.

But here’s to us,
Our unfinished posts,
The ability to wake up tomorrow,
and battle out yesterday’s ghosts.

P.S. – this hasn’t been reread, I might get about to it, eventually, when it is sunnier.

The Story about Why I Dislike Rain

Hello Tuesday babies! :)

Happy Eid! <3

So here in the sunny bunny isle of Sri Lanka, the rains have decided to come down on us. Now, for those who know me, you also know that I do not like the rain. Or cold weather. Or gloomy weather. Or you know.

Me, when it rains. (c) Google Images

Somehow the rain makes me sad. Yes, I know the little jawk of God and the angels crying and I am not claiming to be either *teehee* but, the rain is really really sad. Moreover, the gloomy weather it accompanies is so super unproductive. For having been a staunch Marxian advocate since my uni years (in the context of productivity of course, I will still have more than twenty pairs of shoes, thank you very much) the rain creates a desire to not work or in the case of today (Monday, where I actually write this post), work under gloomy weather and make horrendous mistakes that are well beyond redemption.

Yes, now I feel doubly miserable and I blame it on the weather.

Interestingly, among the few things I remember from my three-year long university education was the psychology lesson on Seasonal Affective Disorder. I hyperlinked for the lazy, you are welcome.

Not that I am overtly sunny and claim to be the advocate of all things sunshine, but when I learnt about this in uni, trust me when I tell you that it spoke to me! Duh. It obviously did because I still remember it noh. lol.

So, rainy days do get me down. So does cold weather. But the story of cold weather is also greatly influenced by my sinuses. See cold weather makes my sinuses clog up and as a result I cannot hear nor smell and become a very old grandma until the sun takes my woes away.

But I know rain is important and there are gazillions who enjoy being married to Eskimos so kudos to you all.

Leave me with my sun and I shall be happy.

<3

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Two-hundred posts. Weee! (c) Google Images