Baggage battles in nighttime twinkles

You'd think he's sad that I'm leaving, but really he doesn't even know if he cares. 

Cuddling up to me at night, he starts meowing his lovely lungs out to open the locked door, while moi is in the middle of a dream, where I'm almost about to 'epic' something..and suddenly a taxi screeches in the background and continues screeching until I open my eyes, realize that my dream was sabotaged by a miserable feline, and let furry lucifer out into the carbon night.

Nights aren't much to write about either.       They'd probably form dark matter of the darkest part of our universe. 

Not a shooting star in sight nor single stardust from galaxy afar.

 

Food shows

Food shows have totally run out of ideas. 

Now a woman is cooking on the safari, in the middle of African jungles amidst elephants and wildlife. 

And what the fuck is she cooking? Same old shit! 

Reducing mushroom with soya sauce and vinegar..I mean I'td have really meant something if you'd cooked a meaty parasite out of an elephant's turd or a freshly dead fetus of a wildebeest..but no! What did you cook? Some avocado stuff!! I mean how do you get this stuff on a jungle safari? 

Her cooking set is more elaborate than a Michelin star kitchen. Basically it's the comforts of your plush kitchen with a wildlife backdrop..and sometimes an obligatory African local who'd cook up something authentic and interesting. 

The show in question is 'Sarah Graham's food safari' (?) 

Right now

Right now..The Hurt locker, because it's such a wonderful movie..as is zero dark thirty but that's never played while I've browsed tv. 

Couched beside me in a chair that he'd clearly claimed in his first life is the anti hero nonchalant demon of this house..(drumroll) Mr. Billu. 

Back from the wild..limber lissom and lithe. 

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It's odd that the only time I can't blog frequently is when I'm holidaying. Shouldn't I have a lot more free time writing? But no..I spend that free time being free. Yeah, away from hassles of spouting words or pouring them into your eyes. 

You just want to unhinge sometimes. Disengage from the truth and realities and let them happen as they would without disturbing an ounce of your thoughts. 

Right now everything feels like bla bla bla. I just wanna watch tv and goddamn I'm gonna watch bad tv.

Right now

I'm the die hardest..if ever there were such a word, fan of gun fu. It stuck on to me with Hong Kong cinema; the usual John Woo, Chow Yun Fat movies and I didn't think it got more stylish than that. 

So I'm watching 'Equilibrium' cuz gun kata. 

Cords

Ugh, the cords in my life are one too many 

wire for hire if you please, please. 

pick one, any will do and take it with you 

don't show me what you got just take it 

for I've only to dip my hands in a pool of shimmering water 

(and that's really just a metaphor for 

how the wires seemed to have melted into each other)

pull out a string of tangled wriggling mess

and you might confuse it for a comedy excuse for life

but that's just another wire,

another cord wretched out from breathing spaces swamped in mire.

so many cords, some weak some strong

plugged in little cracks and crevices

that you've unknowingly grown

from all the years you've breathed, seethed, heaved

wrinkles of life open your pores

absorb more cords and stick them inside 

strung up like a manikin

with snake like coils and golden pins

you wake up to your cords one day

drilled deep inside your tangible reality

digital drudgery, virtual fantasy.

but what do you do? power it with your life, and life that revolves around your life and so on..

These are concentric circles if you please 

so here are these wires..

to buy or hire

I've tubes and ropes and cables too

I'll fish in my pond and pull out a pipe or two

so what do you need? 

a shimmering regret? A snake white coil to power your tablet?

whatever you need, I'll supply. 

Watcha watching under silken breeze?

Something about this evening that makes  me want to uselesss watch a real good movie on tv. 

It's warm cool outside. The gales are pleasantly perspiring but there's a twang of chill that you can just barely sense on the skin of your exposed ankle that your pup is desperately trying to gnaw. 

It might rain tonight and rain a bit until it really decides to rain and that's when the fun starts.

This plane terrain that's on a blistering broil since forever needs the skies to flood forth and kiss its earth and tips of trees. This black and white sepia tinted terrain turns into a technicolor marvel of gasping greens.

But back to tv. I didn't think television watching to be such a fun activity, but as it turns out it is. Simply browsing through the television is actually my absolute favourite part and I'm loathe to confess. 

What kind of movie do I feel like watching? Well it doesn't have to be something I haven't watched before. It could be any of those movies I'd  loved watching but haven't watched them in years. 

I think hellboy would be a whole lot of fucking fun to watch. 

But not all kinds of movies. Like I wouldn't really want to watch  batman movie or one of those serious drama or documentaries. 

Let's see what kind of movies and in fact exactly what movies I'm hoping I'd find to watch right now. 

-predator d-uh. Like that's even a question. 

-way of the dragon (check previous Lee post) 

- minority report 

- legally blonde ( first part) 

- clueless ( \m/)

- hellboy (any part)

- the hurt locker 

- bahubali (cuz I didn't get to watch the whole thing)

- gattaca 

- the fifth element 

- serenity 

- a series of unfortunate events (lemony snickets)

- dumb and dumber any part 

..and there are so many more. 

Right now

A scanner darkly..the best thing to rotoscope ever.

Green skies

There's been a bit of storm, there's been a bit of light, there've been fat drops of rain enough to bring out some life. 

If I kissed it maybe I'd turn into a toad too. 

Or perhaps it's a forsaken skin changer out to meet his soul mate for ages and's simply romping about in the garden, hoping today would be the day when he'd quench his thirst that's been ravaging him for centuries, to find one who fits his life like that lovelorn part of a Vedic map which turns into alien gold, whenever it find its match.

 

The allusive skin changer changes into a god  like figure of raging loins and ravishing romance, every full moon night.

 His chiseled perfection could only be put to shame by his heart wrenching, blood boiling mad lush passion that'd leave nothing to imagination save being loved by an entity you never thought could ever  exist. 

  He'd drain your manna oh so deliciously both physically and mentally. You'd be on the precipice of the most ecstatic orgasms and he'd keep that moment of spontaneous combustion out of the reach of your quivering lips and aching groins.. till you're screaming to burst forth a damn, which is when he'd whisper intoxicating sweet nothings laced with wanton filth in your ears and you'd be in a coma of heaven for several overflowing moments. 

I doubt it's that toad but perhaps I can hang a bit around it and get to know it more.

Perhaps I should start thinking about writing some billionaire romance. 

Lee

If there's ever anything Bruce Lee on TV then I watch nothing else. Bruce Lee is my ultimate idol EVA. 

'Be like water my friend' he'd said and died of a painkiller. :( 

There's nothing better than Bruce Lee and my favourite Bruce Lee movie is 'the way of the dragon' 

And right now I'm watching return of the dragon. 

what's in front of me

My fridge cold bottle has learnt to weep
every time I bring it out, sit it on the table
dangle my feet on the floor and step into a puddle
why on earth is the floor wet
the bottle is beginning to seep
frosted icy skin
that slowly turn white, look closely and there's vapour in the air
the white of the surface turns to microscopic droplets
a second later they are tears
galaxy sized globules of percolating pearls
some drip hurriedly, some still at leisure
leaching out of the plastic skin
sweating out of the bottle slim
collecting into a river on laminated wood
of an ancient table
it meanders to join the ocean
dribbling languorously on the floor
drizzling drop at a time, there's a wading pool
caught in the ripples of air
a hardworking overhead fan
pretensions of waves on a shore