Zamaanee Vahaka

Miothee alun mi thanah aadhevifa... you should have read what I wrote the first day back home... it was brimming of happiness... sigh, but I've lost the damned file. Sniff...
Anyway, I loved every second of Sin City... if only time would stay still...
I miss walking out of my home feeling like a million dollars... Ray Ban Aviator, jeans, BG Tee, packing thah jahaafa, faivaanah araalaafa...haadha aramey huvaa... sun shining down on me, breeze on my face as I race down saikaluga loabi bitakaa ekee :D
I want to go HOME!
Oh yeah, another thing, what do you do when you fall in love with a notorious gangster (well maybe I'm listening to too much rap but seriously love, that is exactly the sort of image he has) who is bound to break your heart? Why do I have this bad boy addiction...??? I have this wierd catch phrase that I say all the time - I'm a gay guy trapped in a woman's body, just that I d
on't like it from the back... lolx... maybe it's part of finding a dude more masculine than I...??
In anycase I like this guys...I know what he does after al, I'm always part of the guys dho so I hear about everything and he doesn't bother to lie to me...I know what to expect from him. So why do I feel myself growing more and more attached to him. He is one special guy and for reasons that I do not want to write down on a blog (explicit - kekeke) ...but being with him would KILL my reputation - yageenthaa!! On the other hand, I'm no Virgin Mary, so what do I have to loose?? Grrrrr


Oooh! Just found the file. This is what I wrote first night in Male'...

I’m writing…it’s a sign that I’m happy… And for the first time in many years, I’m at loss for words to describe the way I’m feeling right now.
It’s kind of like the soaring, surreal feeling of being in love; but without that never-ending touch. I know it’ll be over in a matter of days, like a sweet dream you wake up from but spend the rest of the day reliving.
The first thing I felt in real terms was that I was going to faint from the flight stairways and smash my head coz it was so fucking hot. The first words I heard were ‘my God you weren’t joking when you said you are fat!’… ‘Please honey, you should use the treadmill, then you’ll be fine ingey don’t worry’… yeah, typical bullshit. BUT, it just washed over me – I could die right now and I would have died in ecstasy of the purest sort.
I’m home, and corny over used as it was the little girl with the red shoes was right ‘there is no place like home’.
I feel whole again. Like the reward of good nights sleep after an arduous journey. That’s exactly how I feel at this moment.
I suspect that might change once the jetlag, hunger and heat really kick in…revising and shit like that. But for now, ignorant bliss…
MY SONG OF THE DAY: YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL (James Blunt)
To touch and feel the ones you love, and to hear their voices with no cords nor mics nor pesky phones…I’m fucking high on happiness and love. I’m fucking high – naturally baby, no narcotics involved. I love you, I love me, I love us, I love everyone around us…
Peace out (before this whole thing turns scary…)
(Anyone out there wondering how I’m doing – all of the above asluves no BS so far it’s that good, it’s all goo-ood, it’s making the most of what you have and appreciating the little things in life. Sooner or later you will realise that’s the only beauty there is…)