Image from : http://flic.kr/p/2XMEqTSaturday is not in my week. It is absent, forgotten and erased. There are five identical days and then a hectic resting day (I know, contradictions) known as Sunday. I'm sure I had Saturday not too long ago, but it was pathetically thrown away when I was employed. Yes, I'm complaining about my employment.I hate my workplace. ...
A drizzle giving rise to the stiffening chill, a full stomach and a cozy bed are all the necessary components of a heart on the run. I have a song I love running on the background, and even before I hit the sack I'm there stuck in a vortex of spiraling thoughts on love. The song goes on about the ...
One Banda drops all his connections at home in Kandy, comes to study the great knowledge of Computing to Sidadiya and now rants about it. For better or worse, here goes!
