To new beginnings

The new year reminds us all to reflect upon the past year.

So whilst reflecting I realised that I’ve been neglecting a passion of mine, writing.

I’ve always wanted to cultivate the habit of writing and for the past couple of years I’ve been somewhat lazy.

I lacked the determination and confidence to start writing again.

Stay positive and just keep taking baby steps is what I have to say to myself this new year.

I accomplished most of my goals for 2015 and yes I’ve fallen short on some; but I will endure.

So in the words of Churchill I shall conclude with the hopes writing soon..

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts” Winston Churchill




I’m back and this place needs some serious work!

Oh boy!! Another hiatus!! Almost 2 years and how could someone forget that they ever had a blog.

Honestly,the only time I even remembered I had blog was when GLEE came up during a conversation with my mum. I then  remembered the last piece I had posted was on Cory Monteith.

Anyhooo everybody has moved on since that tragic incident including myself, I even survived the recent fake death of Dr. Derek Shepherd. After a few weeks of being in denial I was finally able to let go.

So, I’d like to changed my attitude towards how I want my blog to be, I know I’ve changed my attitudes a couple of times and I think it’s fine. I’m a woman and women are allowed to change their minds. Notice how much I’ve grown from being just an ordinary South Asian girl into a woman…LOL

This new year (a few days after my B’day) I’m gonna start writing for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. This blog will be my personal diary, a personal journal of what I go through, encounter in my day to life, my opinions (highly suceptible to change) towards certain issues..

So Ladies & Gentlemen for the third time again: Romelga writes profound random scribbles.. arrrg seriously? what was I smoking when I named this blog?

We need to get to work.. pronto!

Hey Harry

This guy is hilarious, I’ve been following his work for the past year and Harry Pereira definitely has it.

What I particularly like about his videos is that he really knows to bring a point across through sarcasm and entertain an audience. This guy has the ability to rant about anything that pisses him off with a dose of entertainment, how big the dose, depends on how much you dig it.

I found a video which he had posted some time back and that really bugged me.

The guy was having an identity crisis, the exact crisis immigrant kids face at some point in their life. This guy is a Sri Lankan Brit, living in the UK, but felt that he wasn’t Sri Lankan enough to do videos on Sri Lanka because Sri Lankans living in Sri Lanka implied he wasn’t Sri Lankish.

In response to Harry’s Sri Lankan Identity Crisis

Wake Up Dude:

1. Your identity isn’t defined on how you print it across your chest or on your T shirts or how less offended people get by viewing your videos. By the way I love your T-shirts, go Duck Slap!

2. Do you have the right to do Sri Lankan videos? Absolutely, where’s your freedom of speech, even my eighty year old Italian neighbor has the right to do a video on what she feels about Sri Lanka/Sri Lankans regardless of whether she has visited the country. I’m sure her video will include positive things on Sri Lankan cuisine and hospitality 😉

3. Be genuine, be who you are and don’t try to fit into the cookie cutter just because people ask you to.

4. Sexual harassment on public transport in Sri Lanka? Yes it happens and yes child abuse is prevalent in Sri Lanka just like domestic violence. For the Sri Lankans who say otherwise please take a reality check.

In conclusion, you have a Sri Lankan fan base and they’ve decided to follow you, not because you find  kothu less appealing, but because of who you are and what you do.

Keep ranting Harry!

I don’t know if I’m right or wrong

I know only you can judge

I didn’t make that choice in defiance

I’ve asked for answers

I know you’ve given them

I’m just too blind to see them


I made a choice

I hope and wish I’m not wrong

If I am

I don’t want to learn it the hard way

I’ve got a lot to lose and I’m not prepared to

I don’t want to lose them


I’m being honest

I don’t want to feel ambivalent

I don’t want to feel guilty either

I just want to be satisfied

Satisfied that I haven’t disappointed you


Tell me I haven’t



The ugly F

Daily Prompt: Naked with Black Socks


There are times when I wonder if only I could go back to my early teens, a time when everyone said I had the gift of gab.

Well, as years passed, I began to recede back to my shell due to my self-conscious, perfectionism and occasionally naïve nature. I can’t really blame myself, it was a phase.

After that, for a very long time I was a reserved and introverted person, and that in return made me talk less, express my opinions less, and as a result, made what once was my favorite thing a nightmare.

I was petrified of speaking to a microphone whilst standing in front of an audience. I was scared I’ll make a mistake, scared I’ll sound nervous and all these preconceived notions would haunt me whenever I had to speak in front of a crowd. The thing that scared me the most was the idea of someone in the audience laughing at me if I made a mistake.

So when it came to addressing groups of people, I conveniently avoided the ones I couldn’t handle and took on the ones I could with nervousness hidden behind a big bright smile.

Nevertheless, I’ve been working on my shortcomings and there’s definitely been an improvement, because the only way we can overcome our greatest fear is to face it.

After all, it’s only false evidence appearing real.