Questions

If they had to cast a Caucasian live action Maj. Kusanagi why couldn't it be Gwen Stefani?

Meowzah

Different mornings, similar notes

Uhh

The kind of day that begs a hearty fire from hell, cuz it's cold and wet and as I talk I breathe out mist like a cooling dragon.

Well well

Gulp! Did I just post sarcasm about infused water while a similar post popped up on my favourite blog favouring it.
Hah, jinx in the oddest ways then.

Hell yeah

Fruit infused water, because regular water is so bleh!! And eating fruits just on their own is so uncool! And throwing away soggy, weepy fruits that've been sitting in fruit infused water is so metal!

In pictures and some more

insanity bebop

And a big fat phew my darling; to this day, to this weather, to myself, my broken brain and aching limbs.
The hours go by at lightning speed while my work struts at a snail's pace and mentally I conjure up all the pending to-do's and shudder from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, and then another part of me begins to think 'what of it' and I regain my composure only to lose it a few seconds later, and thus this cycle continues. A mental binge and purge of sorts that leaves my mind in splinters and fractions of sanity.

Lunch updates

A big bowl of Korean inspired shrimps, noodles and dumpling soup reddened with gochujang with a delectable crunch of carrots, for what am I if not in love with all things scarlet and soupy

°°

Best things in life are either dead or fried.
Both wholly enticing, both mostly harmful.
Sighs galore.

Error and originals

Correction in my previous post about that city scape being from someplace in Barcelona, it was actually a place called 'Madrid Palacio Calle Requena', in Madrid.
Also here is the reference photo.

Washed out

Oh phew.
''Tis done, and to say that it killed me would be an understatement. Rather I killed myself putting in too many details when those could have been done without.

Well, here it is..Barcelona cityscape, I don't know the exact name though, but I'll find out.

gasp

Ok, so the 4th audiobook of 'Dresden Files is complete and my drawing stil isn't.
:(

Odes from a morning cat

Hellos world, I'm a cat
a frightfully cute pet
can't budge once I've sat
and that's pretty much that
winter might have made me fat
but that don't make me sad
imma furry as fuck lad
and for that I'm glad

40 winks pixie dust

Surfing on a nighttime tide
on metaphorical
and virtual seas
a venomous kiss
one that'd melt me into my bed
in orbital alignments of yawns
and doozy blinks
slowed breathing
cooling heartbeats
to be set ablaze
on a cotton pyre
of dreamless sleep
for, sleepless dreams,
are the makings of my day

Phew on the single perspective

Almost four hours in and this is all I got
Tomorrow, there's always tomorrow, or not. But there is.

Also, beating the end of 4th Dresden Files book. :)

bzzzz

Say one thing about me, say I try to cling on to the minutes and hour hands on a clock and find myself oscillating most obscenely with the never stopping tick tock.

A whirlwind day that went faster than a speeding deadline, I finally find myself in front of my machine, paintbrushes on the ready to begin and end another cityscape.

Monday started on a slow note, that is to say that I didn't wake up early this morning, but two minutes after I was awake I didn't stop, not once.
Between the cleaning, the cooking, the cat and workout I had not a moment to say 'phew' to myself, before setting on to the next set of chores only to strike them off my to do list that begins anew each day.

There's such a lot of work still enqued in my head that it's giving me anxiety attacks already; in fact I woke up this morning to a dream that ended up triggering a falling dominos of uncertain uneasiness.

I leave this Thursday and before that I have huge amounts of pending work still left, and one would wonder why on earth am I wasting my time with the finishing of a drawing? believe me, I wouldn't be able to sleep if this paper stays half done.

Soon..

Also today

Concrete sledge

Left groping in the dark

Sleep is a fickle lover, often unyielding and usually refusing to come, but tonight or rather last night it avoided me like the plague.
How long I lay down waiting for it to caress me into a stupor is something I'm fully aware of, in that, I stayed up all night; starting somewhere before midnight till it was, well, morning, in the futile hope that once, just for a flicker it'd lick me between the eyes and expose me to sweet slumber. How wrong was I?

Tossing, and turning and tossing all over again, making myself fully acquainted with the geographical locations of my bed I bled forgiveness and implored mercy.
Sleep never came, not the slightest smidgen of a wink.
Finally, in the wee hours of morning, when night cracked into a sliver of fissure and grey light seemed seeping in, a few birds began their morning music and I knew that sleep had sung it's swan song in obscurity and would be nowhere in sight.

Gathering whatever was left of me, I abandoned my quest, relinquished all hopes and repaired to another room, where I could get on with my life without hampering other sleeping bodies—
and here I sit, with nothing save cat and screens for company, for today I know will be truly lamentable.

Sigh oh sigh.

Slow lane

Internet today is slower than a snail on an arthritic tortoise.

One must persist and watch things buffer and load and pixelate and abruptly turn off.

Ouch

A curious case of losing fingerprints today, when lost in a reverie of busy thoughts I strolled over to the oven and tried retrieving a baking tray sans mittens.

Things happen sometimes

A sudden halt to artistic ventures of the day, and all because of urgent banking work which required immediate attention, that too one that needed be addressed in home country.

Starting anything so late would be ill suited I knew because the thing with watercolours is that you can't make amends once the paint has dried, and weekends usually mean my absence from workstation.
Oh well, Monday then.

Exoskeleton

How long before I start rendering?
Good question. I don't know.
Oh man, I gotta up my sketching game

food me up food me down

Friday began with an emphatic clarity of unmistakable robustness and assured well-being with the usual healthy morning routine, what with the banana and hot water and lemon water aplenty followed by rigorous work outs only to nosedive or rather fall from grace with a rather vulgar sound of outrageous smut when I sat down for lunch and found myself slathering a white bread with lewd amounts of butter, and topping it with some fried leftovers of a fish dish I had made yesterday for the food blog.

Oh dear, oh dear I yelped to myself. Need to balance this grotesque art of gluttonous greed with a healthy smoothie I'm wont to drink each day; complete with soy milk, bananas, blueberries, chia seeds, flax seeds and goji berries, except I made myself a tall glass of Vietnamese coffee with two spoonfuls of condensed milk and proceed to gulp down this luxuriously sweetened concoction as I confess my guilt here, in my virtual confession box to the only pair of eager ears or eyes that really matter.

Days like these with incidents like such often happen and I'm left reeling in the wake of my mistakes or rather weakening will power. To say that they only, mostly happen during weekends would be a pathetic excuse, because a weekend doesn't warrant madness, but then again, what really are weekends all about?

Also, sometimes when I'm making a particular comforting/fried/heavy/junk/meaty dish for my food blog, the consumption of the said food is left on my dainty shoulders because others in the house won't let anything meat touch them with a barge pole, and thusly I end up consuming all of it. So you see milord, It's not ALL my fault.
Things are a lot easier when there's a cake or similar baked goods, for then they are not left languishing in the fridge, in fact they are gone within hours of baking with a gusto of relishing devotion followed by a spiel of gratitude, meat on the other hand makes matter a bit difficult, leaving only just moi to deal with leftovers and god forbid if they're fried, which todays leftovers were.

So Friday, or rather FRyday as it turned out for me, has begun on a hefty note and now that I'm done with the coffee I feel like having another one.
Making up for the almost month long caffeine purge..

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Now listening to snores in Dolby surround sound

NC

Nicholas Cage movies are the kind of movies that usually in fact almost always turn out to be pretty watchable, no matter how straight to DVD or B grade they are.
In fact when there's nothing to watch on TV, I tend to pick out any random new or old NC movie and watch it. He's dabbling in a lot of action, crime, adventure movies off late and they're all good.

Face Off was one of those definitive movies that cemented my adulation for not only everything John Woo but Cage as well.
I must've watched it over a dozen times.

As a kid when star movies was one of those awesome movie channels that ran movies! (Gasp!) all the time, I ended up watching a movie called 'Guarding Tess' in which NC was a secret agent assigned as a bodyguard to a former First Lady, and it explored their relationship as her being the elderly somewhat elegant if a bit erratic woman (Shirley McLain as fantastic as ever) and Cage as her loyal if somewhat stern bodyguard.

As a child I loved it, absolutely loved it, and ever since have never turned down any Nicholas movie, be it Matchstick men, lord of war(brazilliant), Moonstruck(awesomeness) and the list never ends.

So yes, his movies along with everything Mel Gibson and Denzel Washington never fail to be entertaining and are always such good pastime.

cheat days and updates

On second cup of homemade hot chocolate and beginning to question life's decision with a weary ho-hum, as I drain the pool of molten sweetness into my system, thus effectively thawing every bit of my weather beaten frozen self.

Contradictory this, going on a bit of unrestrained insubordination to my better judgement that strongly recommends I suppress my cravings for warm sweet things, especially on days when I've not worked out; when those are exactly the kind of days that I feel like I can cheat a bit.
Could be the weather too. It's misty, drab, bland, dull and dark, not to mention pretty cold and permanently overcast.
Times like these insist on a bit of immoderation, more so because today is a lounge day from all the fatigue I'd been complaining about yesterday.
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Also, I'm on a cookery binge. Concocting culinary surprises and experimenting with different things, not just because I'd be out of town for a month and I need my food blog steadily publishing posts.
_

Started a new watercolour drawing yesterday and looks like just the making of exoskeleton will take a while.
I hope to get it done by next week, before I leave that is.

Day dumb damn

Eternal darkness that is my life, and there isn't a metaphor seeping in, I mean it literally.
This side of the globe is cast in shadows.
Clouds hanging overhead in dark clumps and watery lumps.
A twilit aura in lacklustre dense fog of restless bleak. Depressing and doomsworthy.
Satiny sheen accorded to everything inanimate while all that moves is reluctant to do so.
Frigid wetness that would be reminiscent of a glacial hamam while slimy fauna are currently in control of all flora.
The house, flooded with a funeral cheer is hopelessly melancholic at best, giving a rather Byronic dwelling like vibe with emo meltdown undercurrents. A perfect place for Gothic dinner date.
If there's a silver lining in the clouds it must have gotten horribly besmirched by the continuous rainfalls turning it into disintegrating rust, chipping into orange flakes whirling around the skies.
The only positive prospects to this otherwise Plutonian day are the birds, who can't stop chirping. They're awfully talkative today, or maybe the lack of any other noise has only made them that much more audible.

Day, day, go away. Come again another day or never
You don't deserve anything historical
vanish into the pages of oblivion
find your own little void and sneak into it
die a wet death dear day

The heart of living

I might have worked myself into a fatigue. Not because I've too much work at hands, no sir, though having said that I realise I'm rarely ever free.
There's always something to do, or more like I always find a lot of things to keep doing, and often that results in me trying to keep up with daily activities with such measured precision that I drive myself up the wall.
Living in parallel efficiency with ticking hands on a clock with excruciating exactness knocks me into a frenzied machinery of rigorous activities that often result in total burnout by the end of the day, add to that the hilarious malady of never getting good sleep at nights.

The past couple weeks my workouts have been mathematically uncompromising too, in that I've worked out almost 5 days a week for over an hour doing boot camp sort of brutal training workouts that include tabata, HIIT and Pilates..and today I feel worn out.
Not just worn out but weary and exhausted with a pessimistic cloud of dark lassitude beating down on me.

I haven't factored in the miserable weather, that is so cold and wet and still existing in single digits.

Time to take a breather maybe..soon I shall take an almost month long breather.

¡•

Wiping hands with wet towels might only result in cleaner hands perhaps but they won't get dry; something similar about simplifying life when it's already pretty simple, that it'll get better is not guaranteed.

Cockadoodledoo

For moments when I crave something fantastically mouth watering.
Spicy herb baked chicken drumsticks and potatoes.
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The meat ban is somewhat lifted from casa mia.

greened for you

In this limbo of eternal rains
glossed over with a shiny buff of lichen green
sprouting soft downs of velvety moss
one with slugs in their comfortable terrain
ferns for hair
green thickets for limbs
soul a husk
photosynthetic heart

Clickety bait

Changed camera lens. From 35mm to 18-55mm, because I did not like how the previous 35 was defocusing images, that forced me to improvise a lot on shots, angles and location, which isn't necessarily a good thing, more so because it'd often blur the very front of image focusing more on background, and clicking pictures from close quarters thus made it just that much more difficult.
Often when I thought the picture has come out good, I'd realise with much chagrin that the very point of focus is blurred, usually the tip of the food, and focused clarity would be on the area just a few centimetres behind the focus point.

Thus, I'm now trying to look for a way out, and hopefully changing lens would be the way to go.
Will just have to check and see.

tissue thermal seal sack

Stop me before I caffeinate myself into a rush of hyper stimulation.
Jittery to the point I want to keep typing gibberish on the keyboard. more like bang my fingers and use all those little keys that I never much bothered about.
Won't this then be a post of symbols then?
so many fun symbols too. I want to use them all.
no, I want them to use me. Yes yes I 'd like tilde to num lock me into an exclamation embrace please.
Ooh, what does this button do?
blows into a bajillion smithereens. Now I'm a ghost. My orgasms shall therefore be ectoplasmic. Love me at your own peril. Platonic at best, criminally carnal at the very best.
Now I'd like to kiss something inanimate. Like a spouse. hah!
no, bad bad. Must be good. What is good? I'll tell you what's good. Trying to run headlong into a mirror in the hopes of cracking your face on it and having little chips of glass stick in shards all over your features but instead getting swallowed by the very mirror thus reaching another dimension where you turn into a one dimensional framed painting, lying under someone's broken bed.
That would be decently good.

Lemony snippets

When a carefree stream of citric waterfall flows guiltless, ambling about on working digits, hitting all the tiny hacks and indents; nerves go on a hyper drive, billowing pangs of red pain and searing burn in shooting twitches of prickly anguish—its only when I'm viciously squeezing lemons that my senses acknowledge, rather painfully, the various nicks and cuts, wear and tear that my fingers have received.

Single shot

pic and stuff

found this random pic. why am I so angry?

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Editing photographs by the hundreds and listening to 'Dresden files'. Yes, I mean normally I take out this moment of tranquil patience to listen to music I've missed on, as is my wont.. but not today.

I don't want to break the pace of this audiobook, and this book 'summer knight' began in fifth gear. From hereon it can only get better.

There's another cityscape that needs painting, and probably tomorrow I start on it.

Stagnation surplus

Alive in this grey toned wetland that hasn't seen a surcease of angry rainfalls in what feels like days now.
Naked trees baring needle like fangs that are its branches in a continuous prayer to the skies, its spindly arms held up, beseeching green tendons of muscular shiny leaves, pleading for sunny spring touch which will be denied, for how long the trees ask.
Their ribs protruding into shards of darkening barks, boles tightening to a frigid wooden insipid life.

Asphalt that's turned into grey mirrors, reflecting all they see, scattering lights of every source which flee into obscure corners of crepuscular mornings washed over by splashes of lilting waves jutting out of puddles, puny pools.

Gelid, dewy with a hint of moss in every breath. Cold humidity which finds its way through clothes to seep into bones. In murky lights, dinghy ambience, skin with a patina tint of grimy mood and sickening gloom.
An icy stickiness with the ability to gum will to weary roots.

Meowza

Greetings in the morning
just the kind I like said the cat
when I can meow outside
and refuse to step in when you open the door
yet sit near your potted plants
and try to look like one myself
except I'm furry and don't need watering
no water! Absolute not! Save only drink
keep the doors open human thing
for suddenly I might want to come in
or not.

Supper Sweetness

Because I have wonderful neighbours and their lovely little children, who came to my door delivering a warm carrot cake baked by their mother.
Who needs desserts when you have nice neighbours.

Naysayer Sundays

Sundays, the residual ink left in pens that tends to water down right towards the end and form an unsightly blot when you try to shake off the nib in order to dispense with the clog.
Sunday's, also known as harbinger of minuscule irritants that may result in meltdowns most bizarre and unsightly.

One of the bigger reasons why I tend to dislike this day of the week might have something to do with how the entire idea of nutrition and health takes a backseat to comfort eatings and staying couched all day long, add to it the glaring mess that gets amassed in abundance while the day slowly erodes away.
Cushions scrunched to a painful crinkle on sofa's, remotes strewn all over coffee tables and dining tables, small snack bowls and coffee cups resting on tabletops and microscopic crumbs lodged carelessly in the fibres of living room rugs.

Add to that carefree imbibing of more than normal cups of coffee, teas and hot chocolates..and midday snacking to be sure.and to think I'm not even fond of snacking.
Things get out of control I tell you.

I feel like brooming the house for the third time now..what else is a gal to do?

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I've had almost two cups of espresso (courtesy naw machine), one cup of hot chocolate and 5 biscuits, apart from regular meals and fruits. That's almost three time more than my normal sugar intake.
Tomorrow I work out on the double. Yessir.

Caffeine rush

In the long list of things I don't need but have them anyway..new entry..espresso machine.
That's right, not just any ol' coffee machine but a freakin' espresso machine.
Why? There's no reason nor reply. Sigh.
Did I want it? No! Absolutely not.
I've been happy making coffee's out of Moka pots and filter pour's.
This here, complete with a milk frothier and what not isn't exactly the kitchen addiction that doctor ordered, but then here it is.

Finding space

Today was spent in pursuit of stuff that'd help me manage other stuff to make it look like less stuff, because it's getting to look a lot like a lot of stuff.

Tracking minimalism that usually comes by fastidious organisation of various elements, that over time tend to expand, enlarge and often fall in disarray.

Even though I'm in the habit of compulsive organisation, vigorous tidying, yet things often accumulate.
Some for the better, most for the worst that is utter confusion of chaotic uselessness.
That's when I decide to do away with things unused and organise clutter into neater segmented sections, clear boxes, trays etc.

A moment of immediate ease often leads to disorderly mess; one tends to pick out things from drawers, dressers and toss them back without a second thought as to where they might be falling in the drawer, resulting in a maelstrom of flustered nail cutters, tiny scissors, electric shavers, bits and bobs, that overtime turn into an eyesore of the most vicious sort.
This is when I haul up my socks and not just arrange everything but also put them in pretty white boxes, some tiny, some large with lids which not only cleanly segregates everything but also results in pretty minimalist drawers and dressers.
Stacked things tend to look just that much prettier, neater and sanitary.

So that is what I was doing today. Visiting stores, picking out fabrics, silicon mats, boxes and what not that I later cut, stitch, fix, bolt, paste and then fill with so called clutter to turn them into useful articles.
Yes it's tiresome, but the amount of space that it creates is most rewarding.

So that was that..about today until now.

Nipponese

<3

Some positive vibes work wonders.

Hearts.

4:00pm

The ol' 4pm slump, that seems to manifest its form in a vastly aggravated fashion on Friday's.
On any normal day, these attempts at ravaging my senses with the need to shovel something fried at this hour are usually thwarted with a wise enfilade of fruits or nuts and a small cup of coffee or tea, however this doesn't seem to be the case on Weekends.
Why so, I wonder.
Could also be due to the fact that I tend to keep not nearly as busy or the fact that my psyche tends to fly off the handle and resists any attempt at even witnessing anything remotely sensible to eat. The very thought of seeds and nuts is a no go in my brain.
So here I am, brewing a rather small glass of coffee and lustily eyeing a packet of biscuits with an unwarranted carnal need. True, I'd not eat more than two of those flat disks of buttery flour and yet the urge to tear open that packet with a self-indulgent voluptuous rage is unmistakable.

Update: I ate three biscuits.

sometimes wishes

Just read emulsion and revulsion. TWICE.  and now I'm wondering if my brain has finally decided to go semi dyslexic on me.
Oh, I'd welcome dyslexia with open arms don't you know. Bade it sit upon my shoulders and whisper sweet mangled gibberish in my head.
Oh the wonders it would be to make no sense, to be completely misunderstood and eventually be left alone.
Imagine all the work I wouldn't have to do, and the work others would have to do on me.
Perhaps go a few steps further and request upon a quick jumbling of my brains and spend the rest of times in a padded cell.
Mabe get a bit haunted too while we're at it. Have a demon dance on my head or possess me, making me the object of his unholy defection and have me spewing ancient languages while I go on a bender, burning religious motifs and stare at people with bloodshot eyes.
Wishes, I tell you

shaking fists at the world

I can feel the dislike coming in strong. Surging like a venom and running through arteries at break neck speed. The need to witness something destructive is strong today, even though that'd leave me in the wake of physical mess, too noisy to clean.
String of events most unfortunate that weave themselves into an angry skein of snarling nets, that, like gnats sting you with a fury most unrewarding in places most sacred.

Throw your hands in the air and give up on this hellish race. Limp back to the starting line and don't even try to begin, or just take a vacuum and mop and get working on cleaning the wreckage.

Sweet things

Dessert today is Woon Mamuang.
Something I'd eaten in Thailand and have been mad for it ever since.
Experimented a bit at home and came out with this.
Basically it's just mango pulp and coconut milk set in layers.
I've yet to perfect this recipe, but basically I've got this figured. A few more trial and errors and I'll be there.

Done and done

Finally!! Finished with 'journey under the midnight sun'.
Leave it to Keigo Higashino to weave a web of intricate mysteries even in the last five pages.
\m/
To say that I'm bowled over, short of breath with adrenaline rush and come over with an odd sense of grief would be to put it rather tepid.
I'll have to bungee jump to get over this walloping moment of giddy frisson.

Phew and amen .

Bits and fluff

Well, there's fish and there's cat..not quite catfish.

If there's one thing I love about solitary meals, it's that I can eat while I watch series.
This one being season 2 of Peaky blinders.

Remember how I spoke about it being a decent sepia tinted weather, not horrifyingly dreary, well, scratch that.
I spoke too soon.
It's overcast with a burgeoning chance of mindless rainfall, and I'm not happy that light isn't suitable enough for good pictures.
Arghh. Can't photoshop bad weather, you know.
Sigh.

Spicy comforts

My bowl of Asian confusion.
Reddened to a spicy tint with Korean Gochujang, with glorious amounts of spicy Korean Kimchi and Japanese udon noodles, topped with a fantastically smooth fillet of monk fish to sooth the burn.

Today I dedicate myself to the comforts of kitchen.

Morning notes

Woke up to a Roxette song and a scattering of dreams in my head. Where dreams go, I do believe the sandman was sitting on my eyebrows, shoving dust by the sackfuls this morning. My snooze button gave up on me and each time I willed a grand wake up, I'd dream the moment I blinked my eyes.

Dreamt that I'd been sleeping in jeans, with a facial mask that had gone hard and set stiffly on my face and kept wondering why I did that.
Also dreamt I had a step son (wtf) and I thought he was gay when he actually wasn't.
Uh, ok.

I had to wake up really early today and by the time I was finished with morning chores the time was barely 6:00am, and even though it's normal for most of the world to start waking up that time, I couldn't think up one singular reason why I'd wish to stay awake, considering I had nothing of such rushed urgency on my plate, and thusly decided to go on a nap fest, only to wake up a couple hours later.
The problems with second nappings are that they tend to be lusciously sweet, tender, forbidden fruits, and that makes it all the more harder to wake up at intended times; also second wakings usually strum on sore muscles from previous day's work out.

So, today. I'm hoping it'd be sunny, though of that I've yet to see any proof. It's a bit on the sepia side, not absolutely sunny, neither hopelessly dreary.

Here's to wishful thinking and instant gratification then.

Soon..

Gross tactics

Why does Baba Ramdev exist?
The fact that he emotionally exploits consumers into buying his products is absolutely immoral, more so because he's all about clean living, yoga and spirituality..yet his marketing tactics are all about mudslinging.
Meh to the heavens.
Also, can't tolerate his facial pubes.

Meal me baby

Hearty pasta meal; not something I'd usually cook on a weekday, but as I'd mentioned earlier, the pesto demanded it.
I'm overcome with domestic exuberance.. to the point that I'm going to make something crazy tomorrow.
But later about that, for now, here is a bowl of pasta doused with homemade pesto and oven baked vegetables, sprinkled with rosemary and black pepper, with an added texture of raw baby spinach, crowned with a drizzle of homemade chilli oil and guilty amounts of Parmesan, because what am I if not in love with gilding the lily.

A bit and a bit

A bit more:

On drawing
The drawing is supposedly a winter time dusk and once I was done with the sky I realised that it didn't turn out to be as dark as I'd anticipated. How watercolours dry out to be a gentle fade is still one of those mysteries that I wish to never unravel, for it is magical.
I thought about making it darker but decided against it, because sometimes a simple tweak to better something is the eventual destruction of it, therefore I let it be, however I have now resolved to go not so easy when it comes to pushing the envelope with watercolours.
That this painting was loved is enough a catalyst to make my insides glow with fuzzy warmth and bring forth rouge flush to cheeks cooling in this winter evening.

On books
Would you believe it I've still twenty pages left of 'under midnight sky' and I've just not had the time to finish it, that is a dastardly excuse but not without some ringing truth in it. Having been occupied with something or the other has kept me from burying myself in the finale of it all, and I am the guilty party indeed.

On food
Voluntarily making some pasta tonight, for no reason other than the bottle of freshly made pesto that I'm dying to use. I'd come upon a domestic goddess mode yesterday and went about making lots of different kinds of sauces and what not. This pesto was among the results of my fruitful labour and tonight I wish to dive in its grass coloured glory and imbue my person with its liquid snooker coloured velvety richness.

Also, tomorrow I'm on a bit of experimental food rush in the kitchen. Something to do with mangoes and coconut milk. That is tomorrow.

On life
That I sit rubbing my temples, hoping to extract little glimpses of almond eyes; pursuing my day with full conviction in hopes to gather enough to splatter virtual walls with all manners of updates. That breathing is an avocation just so I could fill up this existence with more memories of bronze voices and lilting smiles and hearts and love.

And done and well..

This is how it's come to be.
It could've been a lot better, I'm prone to flaws and silly mistakes that often leave me annoyed and immediately wanting to change everything.

My neck has a crick and I'm only just beginning to get into the feels of things.
Perhaps I'll start with another cityscape drawing. It just doesn't feel right when a piece ends in less than two days.

I mean I've only just finished the 3rd Dresden Files audiobook and barely started on the fourth one 'summer knight' and this drawing has ended, and honestly I didn't want it all to be over so soon, considering these books only get better now.

Right, so about the drawing, well, it's done and there were tricky moments too. I didn't need a magnifying glass here, because watercolours are just flexible that ways, unlike drawing with pens.
By the later half of this drawing I began wielding a lot more control over my brush, and well, that made me kind of happy about it.
So yes, I will start with another cityscape soon.

In the mess of things

Mess can be often rewarding, and so I kid myself.

Night rhymes

As I lay down to sleep
I hope my nightmares shall weep
that dreams might slowly seep
into imaginations wildly deep
for tonight I shan't count no sheep
tired body has benefits to reap
a wink away from continental leap
in your thoughts I shall slowly creep
or perhaps take a teeny peak
and find tonight all that I seek
consciousness now a rapid leak
stop now, or I'll start writing Greek

Seasonal memories

Afternoons during spring days that take on slightly cool warmth with a sudden quietness to the world outside are somehow always reminiscent of exam times.

Could be because almost always exams happened to wreak havoc during these very months. There's a strange pollen smell to the air and feverish feel to the skin, an eerie hackle raising atmosphere..yes, I think I hated it so because exams.
Ugh.

Cityscape stages

Water my colours baby

An exoskeleton this.
Now to do things to it..watercolours as beautiful as they are tend to be a little difficult to work with, being incredibly easy at the same time.
This won't make sense, but it's true.
They're malleable, gorgeously lively and full of expressions; while at the same time, you need know how to work around them.

I go forth in colour territory now.

~
Also listening to Dresden files 3rd book. Hope to finish it by the end of these colorful shenanigans

Cuz Caffeine

And thus the end of caffeine purge month!
Ah, the joys of instant.

Morning doozies

A resolve to not sleep the second time around in the morning.. so here I sit, tucked in my bed, because it is too early to go about household activities. If I ain't sleeping, I'd at least like to laze a bit, which is exactly what I'm doing. A cat curled by my side, my body entombed in warm layers of thick duvet, a tablet in hand I try to blot out sleep from my eyes in rapid successions of fluttering blinks. 

The kind of burning sensation that comes with purposefully avoiding sleep has now begun to ravage my eyes, and I wonder if this really is the right way to do it? It's not like I sleep well at nights, but then again these are my ways of justifying a morning nap that sometimes leaves me more tired than refreshed. Sometimes not always. It's a matter of pot luck really. 

The only drawback with morning naps being I wake up a little later than I'd like, and the entire day gets pushed into a giant tardy mess, which makes the day shorter than its usual length.

Blame winters for my lackadaisical unwillingness to leave warm spots in my bed.

Weather is a fickle trickster and notorious for spreading sickness when it promises to change and freeze frames itself, conning lesser mortals into thinking its gone for good, but no..it comes back and disseminates seasonal illness. 

Sigh, cold and flu is one such annoyance, a lame trick played by seasonal charlatan, one that takes its time to heal and leaves the body quaking in every limb in its aftermath. 

Hot water and plenty of fluids is the right way to go. Just as resting, staying glued to bed, and keeping physical activities to a minimum is. 

Fatigue is thy enemy.. sleep a lot and strain not yerself, me darling. 

:(

now the day is gone
a minuscule yarn
of endless time
little bitty torn
the evening now dark
cloudless sky
starless night
today's slate is sadly stark

et random

With a rice cooker doing that thing it says on the box; blowing out steam in a jetty of condensation clouds while outside it rains mercilessly ceaseless; drenching everything into a bedraggled mess.. the windows diffuse into dewy rectangles of blurring fuzz.