The day is dominated by one huge blueprint: transform Sigiriya into a globally branded casino-and-attractions complex with quotas, transport links, guest controls, and "ethical" loss limits, then support it with serious...

The public page makes one clear offer: give me Ali Sabry's National List seat and let me run the government. Everything else on the page is secondary to that blunt statement of ambition.

What begins with There Will Be Blood and stray Twitter sightings turns into a practical question about whether the diary should become YouTube entertainment, or whether writing alone is still the right medium for the project.

Jotted quick notes on Henry VIII and Freemasonry, then played Lady Gaga’s “Eh, Eh.” Later watched Shiba Inu clips and melted

The visible page swings from half-mocking, half-calculating thoughts about Casi and Jamila into a much darker family-circle shock: a businessman-murder case that suddenly feels close to home, funny in the wrong way, and too...

The day starts with Mr Cool, body pain, and work for James, then turns into brain drain, delayed meetings with Thilanga, and the difficulty of keeping strong people committed to a slow country, before the night swerves into...

The page starts with cyber administration, coffee, donuts, and a lower Mirtazapine dose, then collapses into a long confession of boredom: no enemies, no drama, no novelty, and a growing need to provoke, joke, or invent...

The page starts with sleeplessness and Facebook edit limits, then widens into a long complaint that Sri Lanka rewards unserious people, buries good plans, hides deals, and refuses to move with the speed, competence, and...

A Sri Lanka crime-and-survival brief for overseas partners drives the page, but the movement is rejection: Navin blocks the outreach, Tamara blocks the politics, and the answer is a harder turn toward lawyers, banks,...

The day starts with website redesign, a letter to Babette Rothschild, and mercy toward a former employee, then widens into Richard de Zoysa, Premadasa, ETI, Deepa, and the argument that Sri Lanka keeps rewarding betrayal,...

A promising CTO conversation sat beside heavy Mirtazapine sedation, depression, hurt, and distrust, so the day reads like hope and collapse sharing the same cramped space.

I spent the day in Umbrella Academy, music loops, paranoia, blocking, and theory-heavy mood swings, turning social pruning into its own kind of trance.

The day was a volatile pile of notes about Palestine, Zoroastrian grievance, family money, revenge, coercion, identity hatred, and fantasies of control, which is why it feels less like a diary and more like a raw danger dump.

The day was dominated by an islandwide power cut, retention worries, hiring, and messy internal deal politics, with me trying to hold the company together while recalculating loyalty, commissions, and who still mattered.