කුණාටු පොරොන්දු, රෙජිස්ට්රාර් සැලසුම්

March 5, 2025

The image depicts a scene in an indoor setting, likely within a building such as an office or a corporate environment. The background features a wall with a directory board mounted on it, which is framed in gray. The directory lists various departments, including "Personnel," "Accounting," "Creative," and "Destructive," all indicating they are located on "INT. 7," suggesting they are on the same floor or level.

In the foreground, a man stands facing the camera. He has short, dark hair styled in a slightly tousled manner. His expression appears to be one of mild surprise or concern, as he looks slightly to his left. He is wearing a plaid shirt that is predominantly gray with darker shades, over a white t-shirt. The shirt is unbuttoned and has long sleeves, which he has rolled up to his elbows. He is also wearing light-colored pants that appear to be casual.

The man is positioned near a wall that has a smooth, light-colored surface, which contrasts with the darker directory board. His shadow is visible on the wall beside him, indicating the direction of the light source. The overall lighting in the scene is bright, suggesting it is daytime.

The text at the bottom of the image reads: "I'd rather take the elevator. Out of order." This text appears to be a subtitle, indicating dialogue from the man in the image. The font is clear and legible, with a white color that stands out against the darker background.

Overall, the setting conveys a typical office environment, with the directory board serving as a functional element for navigation within the building. The man’s attire and expression suggest he is engaged in a conversation or a moment of contemplation regarding the elevator's status.
12:45 PM (e)

මිස් සැන්ඩර්සන් - ලැබින්ත් https://youtu.be/xTXsKMXUi7w [පූර්ව ච

ෝර

ස්] ඔයා දන්නවා මම සෝපාන ගැන

කොච්චර ස්නායු වෙයිද කියලා..

6:00 PM

I guess I can work on the website again

I need to get cash to make a cash-on-delivery payment to these people, so tomorrow morning I'll go to the bank

I was planning to do it today,

I woke up feeling fine on ███████████████████

It's a powerful antidepressant

Every 15mg increment feels like a big change

At 30mg, it wasn't enough to reduce █████████████████

I notice I'm acting █████████

Suicide is often associated with ███████████████████

***

At 45mg, I feel much more positive

***

I do think of Pauline a lot, I like her

I'm sure she is flattered by the effort

I think I can continue to pursue her

Which feels like how it should be

But I want to do it in a sensible way too

***

I will not hurt or demean anyone, out of respect for her

Even if circumstances change, such as with Trump in power

***

Maybe behind a paywall

***

I know that sensational content tends to attract attention

***

I'm sounding more masculine again; maybe my testosterone has risen. I feel much safer psychologically. Not everyone understands it, but our eyes and visual responses are shaped over long periods of evolution. When the gaze meets something like a camera, the mind can recall a lot. Now that the camera is gone, things have likely improved for me. I feel stronger, more confident, and safer.

I think I no longer need to be insecure. I'm quite hurt that Pauline is gone. But this is a common element in relationships. It's a test to see whether you truly love someone, or will hold on to them.

The image is a still from the official music video for "Tonight" by Westlife. It features a close-up of a young woman with long, straight blonde hair that has a slight wave. Her hair appears to have highlights, giving it a sun-kissed look. The woman has a fair complexion and is wearing a light-colored top, though the specific details of the clothing are not fully visible due to the angle of the shot.

Her facial expression is one of contemplation or slight discontent, with her lips slightly parted and her eyebrows furrowed. She is looking slightly to the side, which adds to the intensity of her expression. The background is somewhat blurred, but there are hints of a light-colored wall or surface, possibly indicating an outdoor or urban setting. To the right of the woman, there is a black object that resembles a suitcase or bag, which is partially visible.

There are no readable texts, logos, or trademarks in the image. The overall color palette is warm, with soft lighting that enhances the woman's features. The image captures a moment that appears to be reflective or emotional, but no specific actions are being taken by the woman in this frame. The setting does not provide clear indicators of a specific event or location beyond what has been described.
1:15 AM

Thursday, 6th.

1 am

Westlife - Somehow (Official Video)

https://youtu.be/HRupmMxIplE

Somehow, you're going to know how much I missed you, Pauline

3:00 AM (b)

I really should... █████████.

I have a bad temper, and I can be very █████.

I can improve some more.

I think I watched a lot of ██████████████████ as a way of replaying my ███████████████.

But.

Either they stopped making the same kind of content, or I outgrew it.

Politics has a lot to do with directing █████, crowds, and populism.

But I don't have to take part in that.

Justin Trudeau isn't half bad; he's standing up for Canada, and I saw him dancing at a Taylor Swift concert too.

These are alright people.

Anura is also not an enemy or a threat.

He's doing the best he can for SL.

There are systemic issues, but we can draw constructive attention, propose solutions, and address those too.

***

Yeah, I do have a whole lot of difficult thoughts on my mind.

Just six posts ago, I'm back to Jan 21; ███████████████████.

████████████████████ with Troy.

It's not really pleasant: 2:01 am is about the ███████████, again.

Which is not there now.

So it's a powerful █████████████ again, and it sets me off.

***

And yes, the whole history of SL is likely to provoke anyone.

It's not good, and it's painful and troubling.

I should be calm.

I'm feeling a lot of ████.

Like in Hocus Pocus, I wonder, like that witch, if I calm down or let go of my hatred, whether I will just disappear.