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You know I think there’s something grammatically wrong with saying “I feel obligated”. An obligation is not a human emotion. I feel sadness, joy, love, anger. But how can I feel an obligation?
Too much of the world seems to run on it and not on real emotions. I’ve been quiet for a while because I’ve [...]

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Thanks for the tag DD & DQ. I spent so much time trying to figure out what to put in this post and then I thought what the heck and just started typing, letting it take me where it should. I don’t think I’ve quite got it down yet, but not figuring it out is [...]

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For those of you who follow my blog, you’ll know that I am actively involved with the LGBTIQ community in Sri Lanka. But this post has nothing to do with that. It has more to do with my subconscious observations of human choices and needs that started (the observations, I mean) way before I became [...]

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No, no this not about the Lansi Recreational Group. If such a thing even exists that it. What with the BRC and BA, I wouldn’t be surprised. And I’m certainly not complaining. For someone whose an ethnic sambol, the Burgher side of me loves the put a party attitude.
Getting back to the topic at hand [...]

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Yes, yes, I know it seems as though I can’t get enough of the Smashing Pumpkins this year. But tonight, tonight has been speaking volumes to me over the past 8 months.
This particular line, the title of my post, more than the one I love to trip on (believe in the resolute urgency of now) [...]

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After an unusual, yet nice Monday night, Tuesday dawned with a sense of doom, gloom and sadness. I was in the weirdest of moods and I just couldn’t put a finger on what the problem was.
And all of a sudden I felt strangely nostalgic for Elsie’s Bar. There was a thread going around Facebook, a [...]

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Last night the cord snapped. Severing all ties with myself. Those gospel truths that I held close to my heart are no more, unless I take a step forward and begin to acknowledge what that piece of broken thread falling off my ankle means.
The beginning of my many adventures to Unawatuna started last year, [...]

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A little boy told me once that there’s always one sandwich missing in a sandwich basket. Apparently it was his philosophy in life. I laughed at the time. But as I began to get older I realized that truer words were never spoken. He had the most original way of telling me that nothing in [...]

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Remember the book I was looking for since I was 17 which I found a few months ago? I started reading it and even quoted a part of it for you here. Since then I haven’t quite been able to read it until my many journeys to Unawatuna came about. I took the book along [...]

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This is not about the Brian McKinight / Vanessa Williams song that came out when I was running around in that ridiculous box-pleated contraption called a school uniform. Nor is it about the current blog drama going on. As pissed off as I am about it, I think it’s time to get back to the [...]

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