Morning fly

I type as I stand in a check in line at the airport, ghastly early in the morning to leave for my parents.
It's 4:33am and the airport is just as crowded and I'm not even high.:(

Wars wars

I was watching storage wars today and it's weirdly awesome in that it's strangely alluring, the whole concept, seeing people's lockers and things they've left forgotten and the great payoff or sometimes not, and most fun of course is the whole process of bidding.
If I could catch one whole phrase of the auctioneer I'd count my blessings.

Vodanono

Vodafone is on the verge of harassment calling up and asking why I want to get a prepaid plan instead of a post paid and they've been suggesting what other post paid plan I might like. Well here's the thing Vodafone I'm not interested in schemes, just change my plan. What's the discussion?
But no! I kept getting suggested new plans with rigorous recommendation that I need not change my plan.
What on earth?
Why do I need to justify my wish to change my plan, why do I owe anyone any explanation.
The customer has asked and you do it, it's as simple as that.
Finally then I wrestled my way out valiant and proud.

Yeah

When refrigerated coconuts turn water to ice in their wombs, the sudden sip of crunchy coconut water icicle is a satisfying relief of pure enlightenment and a bit of surprise

Yakyak

Talk about paperwork, talk about exaggerating something that needs a mere moment. Case in point getting my Vodafone number changed from post to pre.

At a nearby mini store I was informed that this miracle which was so above mere mortals of a Vodafone mini store could only be achieved by traversing to a mega store or bigger Vodafone store where their technicians, undoubted cast out of unobtanium would wrestle their grey cells to change my existing postpaid to prepaid.

Gah, so away I went amidst the chaos of the construction, of the traffic, of life and that megastore had me take a coupon while their comatose sloth like technicians showed little to no interest in talking to their customers since they were so busy with themselves.

Finally! I was heard and spoken to amidst unveiled surprises as to why why why did I want to change from post to pre? Why?

Finally, I'm given a new sim now which shall activate sometime today and get this, the first charging will have to be done from a Vodafone mini store not online, not through an app, but with the added inconvenience to do something so simple so exaggeratedly.

I only hope it activated today, or else tomorrow Imma travel and blah blah

Neu

What am I if not the slobbiest sloth or slothhiest slob..I don't know but both if possible with a cherry on top, because I'm in sync with my favourite shows on tv.
River monsters right now, my big fat...life for 4:00pm and everything in between.

I don't even bathe for gods sake anytime before 1:00pm. Now what kind of a fucky awesome life is this..and oh yeah, high as a kite.

But seriously!!

Ponders

Am I in love with a drum?

Ice age

Rubbing ice on face is my new favourite thing to do while channel browsing. Wrapped in a gauzy cotton cocoon just go to town on your face and around your eyes with the little icebergs numbing your face, hydrating and toning it for at least a few minutes until the layers beneath layers of your skin cells get kissed by a Siberian chill eating at all the swelling and tiredness. Your face will sparkle your puffiness will sting away and the next fifteen minutes and even more your face will continue to stay colder than the rest of your body.
You'll look renewed and ready for action.

Asks

Ok, enough griping now my darling. Tell me, things..

Dopedoze

Sleep? It ravages me each night into a depthless snooze.
Such a contrast from that time in another timezone whereupon I sat gazing at the ceiling, and here, I literally stumble into bed without grace and breathe into a slumber before the clock even hits 11:00 and wake up fresher than a daisy around 7:00

No!

You're a heathen if you eat Maggi for breakfast and you should die.

Mornings

Fuck yeah! River monsters' on Discovery and they're showing alligator gar. Hah!

-/-

Wake and ache :(

/r/ant

Stand up comedy stops being funny when it eases into feminism territory and brings into foray jokes on feminine things like periods, vagina etc.

What woman thinks it's cool to talk about such stuff in public? And who even wants to discuss this?

Ooh yeah pacific rim is on to keep I coming back to for some scenes. Nice!
I like that about movies which are easy watchings.

Wondrous confusions

A girl goes on a plastic surgery spree to look like Barbie doll and the whole world goes mad mocking, deriding and giving their two cents worth of virtuosity on naturalness and ugly aspiration to go under the knife to look like a doll, but the same people laud, glorify and celebrate a man who went under knives, hacksaw and hammer to become a woman.

Why?

Arghh!!

Saw an ad for some all female stand up comedy show called 'queens of comedy' and now I'm convinced women are not funny!

If they need to elicit laughter from ironically mocking feminist stereotypes then they're doing woman wrong.

merci

My eyes are thusly blessed. Thank you overload of all my dreams and nightmares.

No!!

Watching Kareena Kapoor ski like a pro is where my disbelief anchor hits the fucking magma hidden under seven layers of hell entombing magmas of planet earth.

Yes

Is there a pattern?

As a kid I loved 'princess bride'

Ok

'Stardust' is the nicest fantasy movie I ever saw

Drink drink and truths

If you've any intention of working out then never get stoned before a workout because that's precisely you'd not be doing.
I mean come on whom are we fucking kidding!

I sit disheveled unbathed and happy, oh so happy.
A good pour over coffee then, is what I think, and that's the kettle on boil precisely five minutes after swimming in a vat of coconut water.

..”

Shadows play with sounds outside
to create ghosts in the house

Catola

Now now my darling cat
know that I feel mismatched
with you right now
for, you're my cat from another life
another time
and now I have my own
somewhat with a fur like yours
and a patch
in my own time
one with I'm now attached

Uptodates

This very local time zone has that familiar affect on me where I wake up before the sun ascends and stay clueless as to what should one do so early in the morning.
Add to the fact that there are people around who make it difficult to roll one in the morning and get high which is why I go to the rooftop and water all the plants.
The weather isn't as unsightly and thank heavens for that, I sit in a rather comforting air cooled house and realize that I've fallen into old habits, ones that haven't gone a day scarce viz., making breakfast..and I'm enjoying it too.

I don't know about the jihad against meat during this festival season because there's been no dearth of edible corpses since the day I got back.
Case in point a wonderful restaurant where I ate sizzlers because just reading about it being eaten by a veritable doll a few days past made me pine for it in no uncertain terms, and I ate a huge hunk of meaty lamb sizzler with all the fixings and felt happy about it..of course such aggressive acts of untamed hunger emotions will have to be kept in check or I'll end up weighty and we don't want that; speaking of which I've fished out a yoga mat from the recesses of this house and found a few weights as well, a barbell to be more precise and imma get a wee bit high and workout like a machine so I can eat everything that comes my way.

More soon..hearts

Drools

Show us a picture my sweets I crave so mad

:( :(

Woe is this. Lancôme has shut shop in India. :(

Trois

Ok get this, in 'My fit fabulous life' this fatty has probably hired a masseuse to touch her and she gets walked on in by her parents and she pretends like she's getting a massage, while her parents are guessing she's lesbian.
I mean what the Fuck?
She's an 'anything' cuz she's not been touched between her rolls of fat in a decade and anything that she can do to just have someone feel her up would be enough to fuel her passions while logging into redtube to watch Aletta Ocean anal gang bang every night.

Part deux

'biggest loser wins' was so popular not because it was motivational but because it was funny watching fat people work out.

Truths

Let me tell you some fucking facts of life my laddie! Women are not fucking funny..except some rare instances but yeah they're mostly not.

Faht

There must be a reason why I'm watching "My big fat fabulous life"

Fuckin' awesome this oxymoron \m/

¿¡

Red pilled so hard I'm gonna need a blue.

Nyah nyah

I mean there are channels dedicated to multiplex shopping or some such shite and it's a good dozen remote clicks later that you come to some semblance of anything remotely watchable and two thousandth of a second in there's an ad.
Way to fucking go!

-!-

There's so much stuff on tv, and oh yeah, I went out and it was shit.

Sobs

I feel criminal leaving my darling to himself for a month.

Long love

I have a somewhat love-hate relationship with packing for a journey.
On the one hand I love to flush out my cupboard and work on a purge of sorts to filter out clothes I won't need or wear anymore and every time before a long journey especially one for home I end up with a big lump of clothes to recycle or give away and I feel my almirah heaving a sigh of relief at the sudden unburdening.

On the other hand it's always a bit tedious to often find a hodgepodge cluster of assorted clothing that won't be coming in use anymore this season and need be washed, dried, ironed, folded and stacked into the darker recesses of the cupboard only to be unwrapped next summer which is a way off.

I've just got done putting a second instalment of clothes in my drier and I'll get on with the ironing, folding and stacking first thing tomorrow morning for I won't have too long before I leave for another timezone.
Now about packing, it's something of a checklist of all the clothes, shoes, underclothing, clean socks, makeup, gifts, gadgets, chargers that runs in your head and there are still something left unchecked, viz., music.
Most important in fact. How does one undertake a 7 hour journey without music is beyond me, and when it's music on a long flight such it's always got to be a mix, for sometimes I love to nap or doze off to music and it's at these times I like something with steady beats, even bass, rhythmic drumming and little to no vocals.
Post metal, stoner rock, psychedelic rock and even Lo-fi jazz or jazz hip hop do the trick, so there's got to be a folder for that.
When I'm not particularly sleepy or when I'm in that initial travel zone I'm impartial towards all kinds of metal. A sort of aural mayhem is what I desire in the form of Doom, thrash, atmospheric (I'm a sucker for beauty and beast vocals), death (I can never travel without Dethklok), or any orgy of mad music that ranges from electric metal tempo to power is fine by me.

I'll see what all I can cram into my headphones tomorrow and update on that.
There are a lot of new metal bands I've discovered, though I don't know where I can download them from but I shall try.

Another thing most vital during travel is reading material, for one cannot listen to music for 7 hours and for whatever reason I don't like watching movies on a flight on that tiny monitor in front of me.
I mean yes it's personal and there's a range of movies and the like but I just don't seem to enjoy them as much, though I must confess I've watched some most anticipated movies while traveling on flights; longer ones that is. Some that've been almost 18 hours long. Yeah, how annoying!

So reading material.. and about that I can safely say I'm covered.
I'm on the last leg of 'house of chains' and I've all the books I need to read for the next couple months on my iPad so that's pretty much no problem.
If I don't sleep much I'll probably finish 'house of Chains' tomorrow night, and let me just say how much I look forward to that.

Right, so I've ticked all the boxes on my mental checklist I now rest assured with just an hours worth of work for tomorrow after which I'm travel bound.

I do hate such long travels, the mundanity of it all.
The getting into lines for checking in, for security, for immigration, for boarding the flight.
Lines, lines, lines..fuck lines!

11.0

So I updated my iPhone to 11.0 and this is the first time I've visibly noticed a difference after updating an iOS.
The changes are unsubtle and easily recognizable ; probably this is the reason why I like this update.
Sure it looks like jellybeans regurgitated themselves on my screen and the square edges are blunted out to a more softening effect, and it does catch the eye.
If anything things look a bit bigger, not overly professional with a hint of largeness to it all but not too shabby I'd say.
I like how the App Store looks with an addition called 'today' with a scroll down displaying 'app of the day' and so on.
Displays have changed and I like that it looks different.

I'll have to play around a bit more to check out what's new and if there's something I really like then I'll update.

Answers

Stuck in a rut of boring comforts ones that form a vicious cycle around themselves which usually culminate towards the end of a day by vegetating in front of the television are symptoms of life lived in urban isolation, one that we are all accustomed to especially when the zeal to break the monotony is at an all time low and this is by no means indicative of 'losing it' in fact if anything it's a causal effect of having 'found it'.

Sometimes also caused by immense peace or rationalization of surroundings so much so that the creative aspect of our brains takes a backseat and watch the world go by in slow-mo, refusing to emanate pearls of wisdom as it usually would, and of course this state also doesn't stay in stasis.
It changes with the weather, with a change in pace, with a change in scenery and sometimes even a good night sleep works well.

Something of an update that the body and mind go through, like the molting of a metaphysical skin, and status quo is its enemy, for it believes in remodeling, revamping, reinventing.
Hang in there, vegetate a bit more and it'll be alright.

Fizzles

I can't believe how brain dead I've been the past few days.
I've not written anything haven't even had a singular intelligent thought.

This needs to change, more so because I k ow I'm doing this or not doing anything out of sheer laziness, making excuses, calling myself too busy.
Oh come on.

Bones to pick

One of my friends who used to be normal weight and size has now lost so much weight that she looks like a bobble head and still restricts food because she thinks she's FAT!
Obviously she doesn't know what fat means because being skinny isn't fat at all.

I told her she's lost a lot of weight and she thanked me profusely and even added that she's trying to lose more.
Well it wasn't a compliment but she thought it so.
I told her if she got any skinnier she'd disappear but she didn't think so.
There was a time I used to attend her aerobics lessons long back when I was new to China and lived in a smaller town so you can imagine I'd always known her to be healthy and fit, but now she's almost half the previous size that I considered and believed normal and suddenly her head has begun looking much larger in proportion to her body.
Dear me!

She doesn't eat dinner she told me, except a couple fruits or water. 'Wow'
And breakfast is usually something small and a bit of lunch at her office canteen. That's all the food she eats, and yes, she stoped eating carbs..so no rice which is pretty much a Chinese staple.
This is madness.

I wish I could talk her into seeing that she looks so much unhealthier now but my words would make no difference.

It's like when people can love their curves they can love their bones too which is exactly what my friend is doing.

Sigh.

In cold blood

What started as an idea for fish tacos ended as some sort of fish burrito because I'd grilled one fillet too many and had to stuff these wraps to the gills.
It's almost tipped the scales it's so fat.
Well you know fish happens.
(See what I did up there)

Morning lights

Just as it began to rise I stood at the precipice of a bridge readied with a phone on the double, pointing at a horizon that was yet to begin coloring itself.
Did I ever know how beautifully the oranges can merge with the blues in steady gradation?

What was I doing at a time when the world was dark and horizon aflame?
Running! Yes!
Woke up so early that running was the only option and then it began to rain, but the jokes on you dear weather. I'd already worked up a steady sweat. Hah! Sigh

Thought jacuzzi

Dinner was Greek rice and salad and now my house smells like Santorini, not that I'm complaining.

It's getting cold, and perhaps the need to don a shrug in the next couple days will become inevitable.
Gotta dig out clothes and air them, give em sun or whatever semblance of sun I get here.
I think I got most of my winter clothing dry cleaned before vacuum packing them but now I'll have to check.

My feet are a good indicator of weather and right now they're cold to touch. Fan is turned off, and the soft fabric of couch throw feels most comforting.
I can smell the cold in the air and this is the kind of weather I love roaming about in.
Let's see maybe tomorrow if rains permit and let up I'll go cycling the neighborhood.

algorithm askew

There are times when I open my Youtube recommendations to an eye roll and head shake.
Between the suggested videos of shipwrecks, cyclones, food, and music out pops an eyesore which makes me want to cringe in several places at once.

This happens rarely, sometimes too often and often times to the point of annoyance. You can see the diversity here.

Last week it was the odd recommendation of reaction videos (why?) and today it was another goddamn BuzzFeed video about celebrating hijab day where young people of faith (Islam) go about a university usually in the west asking unsuspecting women if they'd be interested in donning the Hijab for a day and then recording their positive reactions.

I don't even know how to begin explaining the cringe factor warp 99 that video elicited.

I mean firstly it's Buzzfeed, the byword of cultural appropriation and why Hijab?

Would Buzzfeed ever make a video where women of Hijab take it off for a day and record their positive reactions?

And the best part is how it's recorded in soft light with good background music to make one feel like it's the most normal thing to wear on your head, and how comforting and beautiful it is to be modest and feel repressed with a smile.
What's more, it talks about how wearing a HIjab makes you understand Muslim culture and Muslim women even better and my god those girls really wanted to feel it with all their hearts.

It even spoke about how 'Hijab day' is a part of Islamic awareness week.. I mean that's ridiculous, considering how this religion makes its presence felt with numerous suicide bomb attacks and thousands of innocent deaths every year. It's difficult to not be aware of Islam.

Tell me one thing, If I go to an Islamic country would I get to practice my existing code of non-Muslim conduct, like wearing clothes that show off my midriff or wearing a swimsuit to the beach? When in their country abide by their laws, but when they come to another non-Muslim country they never want to abide by the existing code of that country's conduct; practising their own religion, clothing, face-covering etc and creating a ruckus and branding everyone racist if asked otherwise, and here's the problem–people are expected to be tolerant towards their intolerance so much so that their imposition of Islamic faith is now appropriated as magnanimous acceptance and turned into goddamn Buzzfeed videos.

Oh and this is rich (still talking about the Buzzfeed video): women comment how they were stared at for wearing Hijab and feel sad for those who are targeted to this hate every day and hope the worldview will change, but never mention once how lucky they are to be in a free country where they are treated like human beings for a change and have the freedom to practice their faith no matter how fucked up.

They are scared that someone will commit a 'hate act' towards them for being 'Muslim' and they want to have the rights to be what they want to be, but never once talk about their own homelands extending the same courtesy to people of other faiths.
I mean who the fuck even are these snowflake millennials?
Oh, I know how they are. Offsprings of people who escaped the oppressive regime of their country looking for a better life for themselves and their children, children who embrace the same lie with a glossier haze because they have the privilege to live in a modern society with none of the oppression.


Fuck you Buzzfeed! seriously FUCK YOU!

day late

Ola dearie.
How goes life?
I'll tell you how mine does.
It's 2:40 and maybe more by the time I post this post and I've only just taken a bath. Not even had a proper meal, except a couple small pre and post workout snacks.
How did today get to be so late?

Well, it started late.
ever since I complained about yesterday's contemplation walk getting ruined by rains it's not stopped. The rains that is not the complaints. This downpour has been incessant, not to mention a possible catalyst in further cooling of temperatures.
This deluge has been so voluminous that there have formed tiny waterfalls from the pooling of water on concrete awnings that now steadily pour down in a vigorous flow of streamlike sounds.

And it's these sounds much like sleep enabling relaxing music that kept me in a state of sweet stupefaction as morning happened pretty much sunless and there was no discerning its existence from that of last nights.
I wasn't woken up either and thusly only roused to a cat meowing its hunger around 8:00am.

Not too shabby right?
well, no and this is where the domino's like state of affairs takes place.
Ever since the visit got preponed, a lot of work that I'd scheduled for next week had to be done on an immediate basis and as I got busy with that everything else took a backstep and thusly my workout got late, I haven't even yet prepared a meal (it's baking in the oven as I type) and so on and so forth.

Finally, as my hair drip water resonating with the weather outside (I do love a bit of echo) I rant about this day getting shorter than usual, and what's more, I hate that the past couple days I've not been doing any writing too.
 Talk about laziness.

I just need some more time and a few more excuses.

Darling night

Look darling night, I need to sleep
So won't you be so kind and snuggle up near my chest
entering my eyes
flow in an ink river
and let me see no light
a shroud on my thoughts
diminish my vision
let the images slowly fade
ones that permanently reside in my head
like a timed screensaver
that leisurely blots out a picture
into a blank screen
leaving a glowing imprint

Look darling night, won't you slowly creep in
into my cozy places
ones that stay unexplored
by fingers or mouths
and into my little caves
that live in lonely silence
share some of their doubts
tell them it's okay to be alone sometimes
that when they do a weeping dance
at the thought of a mere smile
it's alright to flood the gates
Or drown out the skies

Weighted problems

Have you ever done this before?
Weigh your food before eating it?

I had done it yesterday just for kicks when I'd made that big bowl of noodles, prawns and veggies and without the bowl it weighed about 700gms
Not so bad I thought, considering it was really just a lot of stir fried vegetables and potato starch noodles, which I ate in about 25 minutes.

Right, so having cooked my absolute favourite food 'sambhar' for dinner tonight, which I usually eat by the bowlfuls I thought of weighing it again.
And the first serving of sambhar+rice was about 400g after which I went for seconds and didn't bother weighing it and now I'm wondering if that's a lot of food..I mean yeah it is and perhaps I eat a little more than most, and sometimes embarrassingly so and why on earth did I weigh it?
I had the weighing scale I use for baking sitting on the kitchen counter and you know, one thing leads to another and now I'm someone who eats foods in mounds..mmm delicious.

I think I ate a lot.

Food cloud

In this vast socially constructed existence of ours there are many a thing we musts worry.
Death, taxes, diseases, leftovers..
And as my fridge would suggest a whole drawer filled with vegetables that needs be exhausted in the next 3 days.

How I ask you does one graze through so many carrots, beans, tomatoes, pumpkin and assorted other veggies which might very well last me through an apocalypse should there be one.

Rest assured the next few days every dish is going to be heavy on the vegetables. Expect salads and soups instead of meals and whatever remains shall be frozen.
Ah, I hate this part about traveling.
The taking care of perishables and consuming everything with a zealous hunger.

Let's begin.
So today I'm cooking up sambhar, a big whole vat of it and is anyone asks for dessert, then sambhar it is for dessert too.

pissed off on the double

hair in a bun
sneakers on my feet
phone in my pocket
I left out to stretch my feet
for a long walk, we shall go
Hither and thither
perhaps to and fro
and goddamit
I'm angry, upset
feeling insane
this weather is stupid
it began to rain

arghh ok

What do you do when you feel like doing nothing at all?

I can't bear to sit in front of this screen and feel so empty and out of sync with my thoughts.
For some reason, I'm unable to come up with anything reasonably intelligent to write.
I started on a poem and forgot about it.
had to edit pictures but somehow this entire change of plans has me annoyed because not only will I be in Delhi a week prior but also unalone because people have work there and it's getting on my nerves.

gah, I'm going for a walk.

update attention!

Where do I start?

this morning my body woke up to a resounding ache. Arms felt unhinged, shoulders torn apart, triceps in agony and my entire being gnawing itself into a sore cry.

Yesterdays' workout agreed much too much, and thusly I decided that today will have to be spent recuperating, however, a spanner of sorts has been thrown into an oiled machinery of weekly scheduling, and that is my travels to India which was planned for the end of this month is now preponed to end of this week.

What does that mean?
Just that my planning for an extensive cleanup of the house which I had reserved for next week had to be preponed as well.
I'm evangelical about leaving a clean tidy house when I go for long vacations, just so when I come back the house is as inviting, shiny and immaculate as I last remembered it, and this elaborate cleanup needs everything from usual vacuuming and mopping to scrubbing and polishing.

After almost 3 hours of bending over to scrutinized cleaning, I can now safely add a crick in the back to my list of grievances.

What these endless weeks of rains have left me are spots of mould on bathroom walls, ones that can't be ordinarily seen, but once you see them you can't unsee, and it was on these moulds and unsightly green blemishes that I unleashed a fury of cleanliness jihad and it wasn't easy, what with these things spreading in miniscule colonies almost invisible and high up towards the ceiling I had fun doing a fair bit of balancing act on a chair in a bathroom.
But phew!
That done and now I'm a puddle of spasms.

Finally at my desk to ponder and plot.

Series and what what?

A suddenly dead phone is a pain and perhaps is time to get a new one?

Tv series..sigh!
I haven't watched anything new in a while now, and this is just a phase.
Suddenly one fine day I'll be sitting down with a dozen series and binge watching all of them.

I've been contemplating about watching Preacher2 but I'm not too sure because I didn't quite enjoy the first season either.
The story was all over the place, it was so different from the comics, also I didn't like the protagonist at all.
So maybe I'll give it a miss.

One thing I've realised is that as much as I love this kind of fantasy in movies, comics and even books apparently is not something I enjoy on small screen.
Most odd this.
I just feel it doesn't translate nearly as well on small screen, but that's just me.

Oh yeah I remembered, the last series I watched was Peaky Blinders S2 and it was bloody awesome.

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There've been some interesting developments since I started writing this post regarding my trip to homeland.
Looks like the plan is preponed.

More on that soon.

and now why

Stop me if you know this feeling of being full to the gills to the point that you can't look at anything food or even think of it.
Right, it's that feeling I've got going on and I can't stand to edit food pics right now.

This is silly I tell you. I've made it difficult for me to do work and the only good thing about any of this is that caffeine purge week is over which means I can drink some coffee or tea.

I've been thinking about replacing my afternoon coffee with some delicious infusion tea of sorts, I mean it's just still a thought.
Nothing keeping me from drinking any sort of tea any time of the day, also, since green tea's or oolong is easier than making a ginger tea.

But right now perhaps a cup of delicious pour over.

Mmmmeal

Big bowls full of colourful foods are such a vice. Eating with your mouth after you've eaten with your eyes.

It's important to feel satiated and happy after a meal, just so you don't end up reaching for something to eat all day.

Monday..HIIT workout with kickboxing and some yoga and now meal.
Ah, the day did get a bit delayed but more on that in another blog..
For now, a bowlful of sweet potato starch noodles with shrimps and stir fried vegetables and eggs, sprinkled with sesame and chives.

Fish pic

Currently in our residential area's administration office eyeing what looks like the ghastliest fish I ever saw, in fact no sea ever saw a fish like this.

Bedding fruits

Some trees grow fruits, some trees grow pillows

Japanese nights

Sitting in a bonafide Japanese ramen shop where the only non Japanese diners are us.

I feel like I'm sitting in an anime dubbing class, since all revellers are drunk and fairly red in the face discussing what I'm guessing is some profound golfing session, seeing all the golf clubs bags and the like.

Elementary my darling Watson.

fruit gargle

If you've eaten something garlicky and our mouth has that weird garlic taste and smell then the best way to neutralize it is by eating a fruit, preferably apple.
Apple somehow almost diminishes those garlicky or onion fumes that your mouth assumes after eating something heavy on these flavours like raw onions or momos or anything.

I think it's the acid in these fruits that help with the neutralization in which case I think even alkaline fruits would work as well.

Brushing teeth doesn't always get rid of the aftertaste and there's an aura that still clings to the insides.
So yeah, fruits are the way to go.

also today in present

It's that glorious glorious weather again.
Sunny, breezy, pleasantly cool; curtains billowing into the house in balloon-like sheaths of white gauze, blowing in clean gusts of mild wind making you feel all's right with the world again.

The clouds are rolling dice with sudden shadows and abrupt sun, but all in good fun, since they're wispy and threadbare white, not too threatening and it feels just right

And me?
Oh, just another something snagged in the ever-flowing mundanity of a domestic weekend when laziness is the byword in celebration of jadedness.
What can you do save nothing?

In other news, I finally get to watch the 3rd installment of the planet of the apes. Yes, it finally released here and I'm not the one to miss any of it.

Today done (yesterday)

This post was written yesterday and as I sat on my machine I realized it never got posted. whoops!!
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A huge chunk of today is over and the most difficult parts it encompassed with it.
Got through with clicking a couple hundred photos and phew it takes a mighty long time just to make adjustments.

I could write some more on how I go about with my camera for clicking photo's especially in low light, with a tripod but that would be a bit much.

Also, my camera isn't the newest thing on the market nor the most top of the line ones, it was perhaps once but that time is long gone, and the thing is it works perfectly fine.
I do need to sometimes change the lens depending on photographs and the one I have currently worked just fine.
I do change the aperture settings for defocusing purposes but that's another story.

Right, so that's done and now about the apple puffs I made or apple rolls. I haven't given them any name as such and I made a good many because most of them are meant to be given away.
Half a dozen to my neighbours and another half a dozen to other neighbours who've shifted and now live in the house across, and the rest half a dozen are for moi..
I'm waiting to make coffee this Sunday so I can eat these as a snack alongside. After all, these do work best with hot beverages, usually coffee.

Well, what was this post about?
nothing much and pretty much everything I guess.

What's the plan for tonight you ask?
I don't know. Maybe I'll cook something fairly routine or perhaps something fun.
Nothing is decided yet, but I'll soon have to.

Soon..

Question

If I had a goldfish I'd probably name it jaws
What would you name yours?

iPad now

Tablets are more important than you'd think

Carb lust

When you're a glutton and you know it.
The remainder dough was made into these little rolls and crescent shaped lovelies which I then tossed in rosemary and garlic..and now they're so sumptuous I don't trust myself in their vicinity.

Picture of a picture

Scamming my way to get a decent photograph indoors with bad lighting.

We were warned

about the typhoon that was due to hit this side of the world (Shanghai) on the weekend and I thought it to be a mere warning, like a hundred mere warnings, except there was a sonic boom last night and the clouds regurgitated whatever they'd eaten these past few days in a horrific case of bulimic affliction. The purge was numbing and the only thing I worried about was the light that would be affected the next day, for I had a few hundred pictures still to click since my recipe was only half done yesterday, and as I sit typing this with a sour face, staring out into the night that is this day hoping for a miracle, I'm assured that it's pretty much up to me to do a bit of play with lights, what with reflecting sheet and lamps.

I'm a bit sad but here's a good bit of news. I found a couple tea bags that are non-caffeinated and thusly no good but here's keeping hopes high. 

Fat, feminism, frappe

An answer is an answer and one so eloquently wrapped in contradicting theories that we are currently marred with the added bonus of treading the path of pathological political correctness is an answer that rings truest indeed.

I mean being fat is okay, but not being fat is even better in fact it does wonders to your vanity, if we are looking at that sort of thing.. by somehow fat acceptance is becoming the norm and speaking against it is called body shaming.
I mean we're not talking chunky or chubby..we're talking fat! And I don't know about this whole feminism spiel about equality and such because I don't understand the reasons for always being equal when we're two completely different genders and thus no reason for crying hoarse on equality all the time.

What's the harm in being a woman?
I don't know either. As a woman perhaps it's important to be a feminist but when feminity is the one thing they rally so hard against in order to be equal and more like men then why do they call it feminism?

Also, tiramisu venti frappe sounds like it was churned out a unicorns tit.
Do they have it in soy?

Kisses

Question

Extreme modern feminism (so called) is always somehow okay with fat acceptance.
Why?

Outcomes

This is the beta version of apple roll I made and I'm happy to report its come out delicious.

light gone, sads on.

It's happened again. I've lost the light and in between my recipe too, which means it'll have to continue tomorrow.
It's not as much as a function of losing light as it's the injudicious placement of my kitchen. All my earlier kitchens of previous houses have been window facing and I had ample light as long as there was some in the sky, but here, it's barely 3:30 and the kitchen begin to darken a shade. The balcony is still bright but I can't click these pictures in the balcony.

Uhh, not nice, but okay.
So I've made a few and the rest will be done tomorrow.
It's an experimental recipe for apple rolls. Something of a pillowy version of apple pie.
Let's see.

I'm about to pop 'em in the oven and perhaps with my 4:00 pm slump of hot water (why?) I can eat one.
What this really needs is a cup of coffee, but oh well. Next week I can try them with coffee..

Fruits of fall

It's a busy day, busy day, busy busy day
Cuz light is here, light is here, light is here to stay

Polytrick summarised

Did you know that we've a serious shortage of labour back in our country because of an idiotic scheme called 'manrega' that provides monthly income to those impoverished and because of that every able bodied, unemployed so called impoverished citizen is now well fed with easy money without lifting as much as a brick.
No one wants to work anymore because there's money without doing anything coming into their back accounts each month and because of that there's a sudden lack of housekeepers, day workers and other labour which includes mechanics, electricians or those basic handy repair men one needs..basically all those who might otherwise be required to earn their daily wages.
There's a reason why we need to make calls a hundred times over to get things repaired and people show whenever they want to, if they want to..because even if they don't do any of it they'll still get paid.
The entire nation is turning into beggars thriving on free money, losing all interest and zeal to work, giving rise to nation spread laziness and unwillingness.
Not just this, there's a welfare subsidised scheme of meals for less than Rs 5/- and what it results in is never ending lines and littered streets, of not only those who are fully capable of making a living but even those who drive down to those centres in their vehicles and enjoy the cheapest meals of their lives.

Not just this, entire state of Kashmir receives subsidised gas, grains, rations, everything and that too to what end? To fuel terrorists, to have half brained religious mugging youth pelt armies with stones?
What the fuck? I don't want to pay for them.

We've a refugee crisis of our own happening on borders of Bengal and our very own leftist socialist chief minister of bengal letting all that crap enter into our country leading to increased violence and crime in that area so much so that celebration of Hindu festivals are soon becoming a thing of the pasts to appease the Muslim immigrants that fled Bangladesh, Bhutan, Burma etc.

A secular nation isn't one that appeases minorities but one that believes in equality of all religions. Where laws are equal for all.
What kind of idiotic democracy is this?

Democracy is only possible when the citizens of a country comprise of rational, sane, logical minds, when the socio economic divide is negligible, when everything isn't divided on the basis of religion and cast and other clouds of sub cultures which keeps government on a continuous loop of confusions and appeasement, not to mention corruption.

Yes we have a completely different political environment from the west but we do share some common grievances that if analysed can be seen to be similar if differently coloured.

Beliefs and views

Hahaha, so a left social libertarian.. the extreme libertarian that lives in a literal state of utopia with unrealistic views and rose coloured beliefs.
Well well isn't that nice.

I think this was a pretty accurate compass and the questions were spot on to gauge various ideals, thoughts and understandings over certain topics which give an insight into how an individual thinks and what kinds of stands one might take.

I mean I was surprised to find my own stand, I had figured I'd be a bit more upwards to the economic left authoritarian side..I mean I'm not that big a believer in absolute democracy and welfare and yet there I was..or rather wasn't. Hah..well whaddya know.

Still, good to know. :) 😘

compass points me to the left

Let me tell you how distracted, useless and in no mood to do anything constructive I was today.

I actually took a test on the political compass to see where I stand and I didn't think I'd be here. I thought my economic dimensions would be a little higher above, but maybe some other time when my views change some more when I'm absolutely disillusioned. Maybe I still believe in a bit of Utopia.

here's the website
https://www.politicalcompass.org/
let us know in case you take a test..

don't inhale when they exhale

Of what I possess a balcony in my house, my diagonally opposite neighbours downstairs have a veranda five times the size of my balcony which they have like every lucky ground floor (or 1st floor in China) resident turned into a beautiful garden, complete with flowers and grass bed, with a small garden swing and coffee table..beautiful indeed! and since this weather brings out our inner most jubilant citizen, the neighbours have taken to parking their afternoons in the garden and spending time..marvelous! and here's where the problem arises.

Right above their fabulous garden is a room which belongs to the second-floor (or 1st floor really) denizens of this side of the villa.. a room which is actually a study that has a table facing the window, the very same window which I waxed poetic lyrics about keeping open in this beautiful weather to let in breezy sunshine and cool zephyrs; what I didn't account for was chain smoking inhabitants who puff away like a hard working chimney in their garden letting thick clouds of grimy smoke waft up, for it is in the nature of air to travel and travel it does right through the window and into my face.

I mean yes they're smoking on their property but I get to inhale it for no want of mine.

Now, I have nothing against smokers..I mean I used to be one, but the smell of second-hand smoke, especially in a weather so fine, coming through a window to seep into my lungs isn't exactly my idea of Joie de Vivre.

I could in a light hearted manner were I on good terms with these people make a remark regarding the same, but then I'm not..as in I'm not on any terms with them.
I remember greeting them with a smile and receiving a nonchalant scowl after which, well, I stopped greeting them.
Perhaps this could be something to do with the fact that they're older than time itself, and old people tend to get a bit testy and annoyed; all the more reason why I'm going to let them smoke in peace and pull down my glass panes on inhaling the slightest hint of their stinking smog.

disasters in crisis

Ah yes! Disaster videos.

I've spent far too much time watching them and something about Tsunami videos that feels almost cathartic.

So here's another sort of disaster video, one that is more politically driven in nature instead of a natural one.. and this topic is a more of a to and fro traffic, many sides of a multi dimensional coin– this is one of the arguments, logic and one side of the coin, of the traffic and sensible presentation of a creeping problem that is undoubtedly one of the many reasons why the world is indeed changing.

Easy meat

A quick and easy single tray bake chicken with leftover rice and cool cool yogurt sauce that's really just homemade curd with a bit of salt and garlic powder.
This chicken was chunked up chicken breast, peppers, onions and broccoli marinated with lemon juice, oregano, red chilli powder with salt and pepper.
I also wanted some pineapples to go with because they would've created a beautiful sweet juicy sauce but I didn't have it and it didn't matter, because this yogurt dip is sensational and this easy bake is spectacular.
I mean it really doesn't get better than this. Why I didn't click pictures for the blog is beyond me considering the light today was just what the gods created..
So yes, easy as sin and just as delicious.

Today love

Nah.nope. I'm not well.
Let's just say I woke up feeling unwell and though it's not something alarming it is rather tediously bothersome and since morning I've been under a haze of somber moodiness pockmarked with an exacerbated sulk.

The day is beautiful, as beautiful as can be.
It's sunny and pleasant. How often can one say that? Autumn is finally here.
It's cool enough that you don't want to turn on the fan much and warm enough to cycle about in the sunshine without feeling the ache of heat and humid jabs.

Cycling..that's what I did.
I'd been feeling sick, my joints aching with a familiar pain and morning that looked so lustrous and cool out of the window took on a cold wet aspect indoors and considering I woke up grumbling with a mind and body in strict denial to be of any help or constructive value I pondered about in the house, ruminating with a cup of water, needing tea so bad that I left the house and went off looking for distractions and a bit of morning sun enjoyment. Not to mention the vit D that comes with it.

As I cycled I realized my legs ached with that pain I never seem to ever get used to and instead of a strenuous cycling effort, I did a bit of lazy peddling around neighbourhood, looking at things, at people, stopping randomly to check out fruits and buy some vegetables, after which I sat near the river in the garden shortly after which I walked back home.
Around an hour spent smothered in lazy film of lackadaisical carefreeness with a knowledge that I'd not eaten something since morning, and I somehow didn't feel like eating anything much I now bake a tray of chicken and veggies for lunch.

Today? today is beautiful.

Winks in pinks

night is coming, look sleepy.

Don't let it ignore you again.
Yawn a bit,
Pretend the lids are heavy
try closing your eyes
a slight toss
A little turn
gripped under the sheets
pillow between your knees
imagine you're sleeping
nicely tucked, neatly curled
lost in a place
of your deep dark dream world
If sleep were a train
You be a station
and wait for it to alight
to sink inside
Make of yourself a swamp
with no tangible ground
Whatever sits on you
Would indefinitely drown
Have faith
you will see zzz's
There might be dreams
if you get some sleep

Sad face

I totally wasted today, didn't I?
Getting lost in web jungle of YouTube, entangled in video twigs, ensnared by snippets and venomous documentaries about anything that could keep me distracted from work at hand.

I gave in to idleness and now there's guilt writ all over my face.
This will not be so tomorrow..yes tomorrow, for right now I shall watch a little more of greatest natural disasters caught on tape.

steal or stole

If I were to name two most precious pieces of clothing in my possession I'd probably say 1)a  faded Southpark character printed pajama over a decade old that I wear at nights 2) a red stole that's been in my possession for almost 12 years and never leaves my bag.

Your handkerchief is my stole.

much like how a 'towel'  is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.. 
-a stole is by far the most important thing a woman of the world must possess.

Apart from the fact that it can be used in just about any situation from covering your head on a bad hair day to your face on an acne besieged day- one can and I have used it as a makeshift blanket, as a curtain to shield my friend from prying eyes who changed clothes on a beach, as a sarong, a wrap around skirt, a tie around top..it's a second skin and so much do I use it and whip it out that my friend actually dubbed it "useful" and has since bought some "usefuls" of her own. 

Do I leave my house without a stole? No, absolutely not!
I do have over a dozen stoles of different varieties and materials.
From basic cotton ones to delicately crafted hand painted silk ones but the one I dearly love and keep with me at all times as I mentioned above is a red cotton mixed one. 

It's red, at least used to be until it found itself another tone of madder hue from washing and being used so often and to this day hasn't lost its fabric softness and not a speck of anything frayed about it. 

My mother would argue, for she once tried to replace it with another silken strumpet, but I had none of it and though at times when occasions demand I go with a different stole preferably to match, but, if ever I go on a trip or anything miscellaneous I'm never without my red darling.

More than anything I love how it smells and all these years of washing, ironing, and folding have done nothing to replace the perfumed bouquet that lingers about it like a halo, which is actually an amalgamation of all the different perfumes I've carried in bags that the stole has found itself in-
For weeks together it would stay in a bag that I've not been using along with a small vial of perfume also in that bag (I have small vials of perfume in every bag and lip balms too) and faintly be redolent of that particular scent until it's in another etc.

A stole is definitely one of those great imperatives in every woman's bag..a fabric of most essential meaning..especially during times when the day goes about undecidedly.

now now today

Ho hum..well well well today!

Looks pretty much mundane I'd say.
No great tasks of meaning, nothing eventful, pretty ordinary and so it's up to us to add to its banal shine and sand over the edges a bit more to completely blunt out the remote sharpness that might tear today into two..and so we go.

A mug of hot water first, for I feel like I should dive into a pot of tea right now, but what am I if not restrained (sometimes) and thusly perhaps I'll make me some homemade hot chocolate that tastes pretty average and hence no danger of drinking copious amounts of it.

I feel like doing a bit of drawing as well and that's exactly why I won;t because if I get sucked into the vortex then I won't be doing any writing this month and that can't be had.

so a bit of writing the..let's see.. a story I've been thinking and now I just might put it into words.

open the windows

Looking out of a window that usually stays shut during summer to keep the furnace like air from stinging my face,

A tangle of wax skinned green leaves wink with an assurance to lift open the glass cage that blurred my vision

I open it to bathe in a breeze of wet temptress that bedews my cheeks caressing it 

with butterflies wings, they've flitted over cool waters

hypnotized by the soft hymn of thin streams of cascading rain

that stay cupped in leaves only until the jade chalices don't tip over

into another veined hollow and another

until the hypnotic fountain finds roots

palpating to a soft rhythm of chaotic harmony

these green leaves right outside my window filtering water-washed air 

into my careworn study, that's long been used to a stale breath of bricked ecosystem

a new blast of soft waft that pushes away strands of stalking hair off my face

defogging spectacles into a clarity of unnamed luminosity

inhaling the newness that was lost to this room with renewed vigour I sink in

plunging in an uncluttered ventilation of pleasant whiff 

blown away into an invisible macrocosm of silent satisfaction

refreshing hearts

Found this bit of gorgeous spacey psychedelic rock that I put on volume just over mute and sleeping to this added to the relaxation. 

A thin stream of stars bursting out of my secret universe in galactic overflow of shiny assurances and twinkling affinity; steeping with familiar ardor that stroked my conciousness with that feathery touch I've so grown to let myself get addicted to. 

sleepgasms like the sound of it.

After my last post about napping and relaxing, I found my feet walking towards a bed on their own accord and nestling among the soft pillows I keep there for purely cosmetic purposes my spine straightened and in this procumbent state of meditation I didn't have to as much have my thoughts fly when my eyes shut and I slept.
I woke up once every so timidly to a much darkened cool room than earlier only to realize it'd begun raining steadily and slept again and woke up fifteen minutes before I type this.

I slept an hour and feel a giant refreshed; nursing a warm cup of water (caffeine purge week) my back feels like it went through a reincarnation of sorts and by the heavens, it feels nice.

This is probably my second or third nap this year and I'm not ashamed. Sometimes you force your body to sleep and sometimes your body demands it, and when the body demands you listen that's how it's gotta be.

Wow, my neck feels it's been galvanized with love grease (whut?) ooh yeah. deliciously springy and each little click on with every movement ridding itself free of an invisible poof of exhaustion dust, regaining spinal elasticity.

Come to me Monday, let me embrace you and perhaps even kiss you in places you've never been kissed. 

shut light mourn tight

The Internet is slower than a comatose snail today and that's actually flattering its speed.

Pages aren't refreshing, websites aren't opening and there's a general feeling of lethargy oozing through the screen to suffuse me in its lazy glow.
Glancing over my shoulders to look at the cat curled up in a crescent on the bed makes me want to sleep right next to him..odd this feeling of tiredness this time of the day, but then again I know what's the reason behind it.

I'm pretty aware of how I spent the entire night. Sleep forgot to pay me a visit, didn't even as much  as make a guest appearance last night and yet I carried on with the fixed nightly schedule of keeping my eyes shut till it was time to open them; once a couple hours before daybreak to pay heed to a cat who needed to be let out and the other during morning breakfast/lunch fixing routine.

I tried to doze off on the sofa again, thinking that a change of scenery for my reclining self might help, but rewards were paltry and I just rested my spine that had begun feeling the fatigue of staying up all night.

I continued with a 40 minute HIIT and a large immodest brunch and now I feel drowsy.

Most uncommon this for me to feel drowsy during afternoons irrespective of the meal size. I've never been the one to feel lethargic after meals and absolutely not the person to nap and yet today, right now, my body aches with the stress I put it through after a long night of staying awake and I'm wondering if I shouldn't just shut my eyes and give myself a break.

Monday comes in with a whimepring scowl riding high on its cheeks and I welcome it with open arms and razor hugs.

Lipstuck!

'Lipstick under my burqa' was probably the best movie I've watched this year and by far the best thing to come out of Bollywood..I mean wow!
It hits too close to home in a couple scenes and if I was whistling like a buffoon and clapping every second dialogue then colour me tainted I fucking was!!

So good! Excellent! Absolutely the best. For reals.

Probably better appreciated by someone who'd carry a uterus but even so.. so fucking good!

Richly chocolated

I ordered this luxurious looking dessert today, only because I couldn't keep away from these chocolate pencils..yes chocolate pencils complete with a sharpener that one can use to create chocolate shavings.
The dessert in question was a chocolate cherry cheesecake coated in a rich chocolate ganache, sprayed with edible gold and gold flakes topped with some more chocolate.

Move it movie night

I know I swore no more marvel superhero movies whatsoever ever and yet I today I saw 'Spiderman'.

I protested when the tickets were being booked but people were interested and thusly I saw myself staring at another marvel movie with Tony Stark and the like and ugh.

I went there expecting nothing..actually I went there expecting another regalia show of overwhelming cgi of falling building, cities destroyed, world ending, catastrophic apocalyptic seizures and pretty much the same as almost all superhero movies have been offering for a while and ever since last Captain America (I mean what the hell was that even) with all the superheroes fighting against each other and mega loads of world crumbling to rubble, buildings pulverised to dust, aliens and what not I was kind of sulking when the movie began and dear me it was nothing what I expected.

It was a GOOD movie. I mean really.
I didn't really care much for any Spider-Man since Tobey Maguire and I'd have to say this guy Tom Holland did a good job in a seriously good movie.

It had none of the stereotypical madness as mentioned above. There was no world coming apart and continents getting erased; just a kid with powers trying to prove himself with a bit of Iron man who didn't annoy much thrown into the mix.
Also, the action sequences, the editing of these sequences was spot on. None of that transformers kind choppy editing where your eyes can't even begin to fix on one scene when it gets changed to a hundredth one.
The over all bringing together of these sequences while binding them in a story which was not only interesting but funny as well, mixed in with right amounts of emotion giving the whole Spider-Man spiel a new dimension along with great supporting cast and excellent camerawork and cgi to boot.

Its 3D was worth it and definitely the kind of movie one can go for if one wants a typical movie+dinner sort of weekend.
Among better superhero movies after a really Looong time.
Yes I liked it.

Oooh brekkie

As much as I love hot steaming fresh pizzas oozing with molten cheese out of a furnace like over, they still pale in comparison to one that's cold out a fridge the next day.
The only reason I make pizzas is so I can eat some the next morning.

There's a reason why I baked this pizza pie even after last night's pizza dinner was done..just so I could stove it away to be eaten next day for breakfast.

Reheating pizza is another thing I'm evangelical about. I hate microwaving them. It just doesn't do it. They get soggy.
Pizzas are best reheated on a pan over the stove top, with a bit of butter.
The bottom crisps up, the top gets molten (be sure to cover the pan with a lid so a tiny oven can be recreated inside) and a pizza from last night so recreated into a gourmet of sorts.

I like to jeuje it up with an egg and some sliced avocado or a salad on the side with some yogurt and fruits, which is exactly what I ate today.

Ah! Delicious.
Oh, the pizza is a quattro formaggio as in four cheese and the cheeses in question are low moisture mozzarella, Gorgonzola, cheddar and Parmesan along with some veggies and my favourite chilies (not spicy), topped with a homemade marinara sauce that is a recipe I perfected and absolutely love.
The reason this sauce is on the top and not bottom is because it's a sort of deep dish pizza pie and in my experience layering the bottom with sauce in such pizzas makes the bottom soggy.

Ha what?

I saw this last night and I didn't know if I should get sad or gag with laughter? The sheer absurdity of this.

Fruity rant

3 bananas, 2 apples and a kilo of kiwis later I feel like I ate too much fruit.
Is there even such a thing as too much fruit though?
Perhaps not, but it is too much fructose and well, what's wrong with that?
This could be classified as a high carb diet maybe but do I hates on it?
Not yet, because, I mean fruits. kiwis didn't need to be binged on but I was feeling hungry and in my defense not all of them were ultra sweet.

The only downside is that my fridge is always crammed to the bone with fruits that I consume in a week, and it looks like a small fruit market in there and well what of it?

Why did I talk about it? I'm a bit guilty about feeding on all those kiwis, and that only means less pizza for me tonight!
(Maybe)

Side note: wtf Atkins diet? Nightmarish as hell. Spoke to someone suffering on it and wondering why? The things people do to lose weight.

synthed

I don't know how I stumbled onto this weird, spacey music, but it makes me feel like I'm a cosmonaut from the 80's stumbling through space wearing a shimmering red lipstick, sighting the moon and feeling a sense of much welcome desertion

triangulated in sliced life

Fridays translate as bloody laborious in casa moi simply because I feel a bit of immodest splurge washing over me and thusly a couple hours in the kitchen preparing dough for a pizza and skinning tomatoes for marinara sauce are a task I linger on most devotedly for the rewards are rich and immensely pleasing.
It's been a while since I made pizza at home and doing everything from the barest of scratch was what I needed to extract myself from the drudgeries of domesticity..a bit counter intuitive spending time in the kitchen to relieve oneself from spending time in the kitchen but this is how it sometimes works for me.
Destressing through cooking and not through a meal that I'm supposed to cook, but something that I wouldn't normally cook. Making pizza is no adventure but somehow making anything with yeast feels so very special.

So yes..perhaps I'll throw some homemade spiced popcorn and guacamole+chips in the mix so as to ease the burden of stuffing oneself with pizza only meal but who am I kidding?

arghh..humans

My graphic designer is ghosting me. I don't know why.
It's annoying.
My work has been in stasis for so long and not as much as a peep from him.
Not picking my calls, answering my emails or messages and I know he's checked all my messages I sent him on Whatsapp too.

In fact, I had my brother call him and after a few initial talks of meeting up, he ghosted my brother too.
What the actual fuck?
You don't want to do some work then say so, but don't just suddenly disappear with half my stuff in your mails.

many mutual friends spoke to him and he's told them how he's been so busy and so forth but still..nothing not a peep.

I don't want to have to look for someone here because the pains of explaining something so delicate and complicated will sap me..but if I don't find a solution soon then I'll have to find someone in Shanghai.

I'm so seriously pissed..but I've spoken to some people. Let's see.

I mean I can do it but not with the finesse of a professional..and honestly, if nothing comes my way then goddammit I'll learn how to fucking do it like a pro.

Banana me banana you

Have you stared lustily at a ripe banana only to peel it and hear that ripping noise which comes from peeling raw bananas?
Well, I have and I'm not happy.

Here's the thing: I like eating ripe speckled bananas, you know the ones that are just a few days from turning mush, which are spotted on the surface with that undeniably smooth texture which peels off rather easy yet holding its structural integrity because they haven't turned to mush yet..right, so those are the bananas I do love indeed, and for the past few weeks when I bought ripe banana they turned to mush the very day they started looking speckled. Most curious this oddity, for never do bananas do that.
I guessed it must be the particular brand of bananas and those were the only kind I bought and found locally and felt sad when they turned into soft goo.

I do love soft overripe bananas. They're perfect in smoothies and for the longest time I ended up using those bananas in my smoothies as opposed to my morning banana ritual, because this one time I peeled a mushy banana it fell to the floor with a soft plop smattering into a pulp of disengaged fruit in a smear of banana..not a lot of fun cleaning it.

So a couple days back I went to the fruit vendor and bought bananas that were still in their rich uniform yellow form, a few days still from being ripe and at least a couple more after from turning speckled.
I watched their progress into ripening with growing anticipation and today, as I saw a couple dark spots form on their skin, I immediately began peeling it to feed my morning hunger only to hear a scraping sound indicating that the banana was still sort of raw.

I rage ate the damn thing while sobbing in my sleeve. It tasted chalky, just as an unripe banana does.
It broke my heart to be deceived by this bunch of yellow lovers. How could it be speckled and not be ripe? Come on!
Now I wait again, and feed my smoothies with frozen bananas that I pluck from frigid garden of previous refrigeration.

Sobs.

Sty with me

Let me begin telling of my woeful morning by first explaining a backstory most pertinent to this incident.

Last night I had in a fit of spice filled goodness chopped up a few chilies of varied colours and species to add oomph to a dish I was cooking up.

A rather adventurous okra dish and to that I needed a bit of cracking fire; of course I deseed all my chillies when they're put in copious quantities and since a few of them were typically fire brand chillies I took it upon me to gut almost all with the aid of a spoon and fingers.

The most important thing to do after feeding your fingers so much capsaicin is wash hands as thoroughly as nearly impossible and then wash them again, which I did..zealously so.

So dinner got done, dishes got washed, desert was had.
Sometime between sleep and watching tv my eyes felt irritated from some dust particle no doubt and I proceeded to rub my left eye with the insouciant caution of a teenager practicing safe sex, which is to say I blithely rubbed at my eye only to burst into a maelstrom of screams and shouts moments later.

Turns out, no matter how well you wash your hands there's always a minimal capsaicin residue left intact in some minute quantities perhaps in the little indents between the almost invisible scales of your finger, perhaps tucked away inside a finger nail..these oils that come from the skin of chilies, even capsicum can be heartless and they were so when my eye began burning like a building on conflagration with no fire station in sight.

I must have jumped, ran, cursed all in one go, because the next thing I did was plunge my face into water without coming up for air.

It kept stinging a bit for sometime after that, less viciously of course and I thought my agony was at an end..until this morning.
I woke up with a raging sty and though the reasons for this could be plenty, I blame the chili rubbing action from last night.

I hate it! It's not painful but it throbs a bit and makes its presence felt.
I hate sty's and this particular one happens to have sprouted on the lower lid.

Gah, this is the last time I deseed chillies.

Reacting to reactions

Random people want to watch random people react to random shit. I mean why?

Why do reaction videos even exist?
Why are there channels solely dedicated to people reacting to stuff that could be regular, quaint, funny, weird, odd or just plain culturally different? and then it's people reacting in that oddball surprised expression giving their bit of opinions, adding funny statements to the mix which are mostly boring, and some reaction videos come highly requested.

Internet is much too random, birthing never before known experiences and interesting human developments which are kind of cringe; in the same vein it could be said about 'mukbang' videos. Like why do they exist? And I'd be there defending mukbangs and mukbangers..as one of the best things to ever come out of South Korea.
Praise be Afreeca tv where this madness sprouted and continues to live still.

So yes internet?
Those subliminal annoying oddball sounds guaranteed to losing weight might ensure a lost sanity if not fat.
What on earth?

Should I laugh or perhaps cry because why do reaction videos even exist? Can't seem to get over it.

It just popped up on my recommendation feed and I was wide eyed and angry at this algorithmic folly from YouTube.
Come on!

All I want to see are videos of cruise liners stuck amongst storms in oceans and funny ship fails not some bloody reaction videos crap.


But yeah, reaction videos and such..They're a big deal in Asia nowadays. From judges of tv shows in Chinese programs to entire television in Japan is all about reaction.

Well, this madness ain't ever getting a thumbs up from me cuz how do I care to watch someone react to something?
Why would I want to know how Keanu Reeves reacts to strawberry harvesting robots?
This is just an example, not sure such a video even exists, but I mean why?

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it's a bad hangover this, the sweet residue of talks gone, faced with a reality of everyday mundane ugh.

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I like everything complaint posts because reading someone's misery is grotesquely satisfying

clutch my heart

Lulled air whispering in heavy resonance, sitting calmly over eyelids bidding them shut, a long wait till the lashes entangle into a net of silk mesh; entwined into inseparable bodies much like a reflection of my thoughts which stay fastened to that one imaginary vision- so delightful in its fanciful flight of florid phantasm..

Thursday seams

Say one thing about today, say it's grotesquely humid, not least because the bracing dampness in the air has taken a turn for the worst and morphed into cascading waterfalls from the sky whereupon one can see sheets of descending water; what this has lent to the house is a somber moodiness enriched by humidity and a twang of setting coolness enabling the moisture to exist in that bearable zone where a slight fan remedies the mugginess.

The air is silent save the steady song from the rains which soon blends in with quietude of the house augmenting its ruminating character, uplifting, almost encouraging a meditative quality that is otherwise hard to come by during summery days of furnace like incandescence.

Teatotaller

Caving in to chai desires.
Why must I do this to myself?
When's the caffeine purge week this month?
Next week?
I'm beginning it starting tomorrow, goddamit.

Brunch hearts

It's precisely on days that I don't work out that I crave immodest foods of ginormous proportions.
Ham and cucumber mayonnaise sandwich with rosemary matchstick potatoes, because why not?
I'll cook me a virtuous meal tonight, but for now this is what I need.

Good night jingles

Nighttime and life hums to a standstill and so I think, for it still chugs along at a certain pace in the background, with another day ready to happen soon with its own importance and vagaries.
Another day with probably the same blue print of yesterday except perhaps the door bells will ring at different times, probably have a different lunch. Perhaps my tea will taste sweeter than usual or maybe not. ..who knows. Life is full of surprises hah.

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What does one do in bed moments before going to sleep?
I make a mental menu of the foods I'm going to cook the next day, a lot of which depends on the age of the vegetables lying in my frigid garden of electronic cooling.
Veggies that have been there a few days kit needs be cooked immediately while those just a day old can wait.
Sometimes it's a mix and match and often times when I see now way out I throw them in a big generic dish of gravy and call it a day.
Sometimes it's products that aren't veggies which needs be consumed on immediate basis like silk tofu or a high grade tuna.

Then sometimes I like to wrack my head over things I should usually remember but I don't, like that particular song I heard the other day and knew where before I'd heard it, in some as perhaps? Or was it a movie's ost? Gah, so annoying.

And when slew completely eludes me I begin a specials relationship with the refresh button.

It's in times of momentous dark needs that piques the courage for dark deeds, and those are times when my head hibernates with a voice within and a face above..

Hearts.

Character images

Now that Karsa Orlong has fashioned himself a flint sword broad bladed and as large as himself in height and perhaps even girth I can't help but conjure his image in my head as 'gutts' from 'berserk'

They only difference though in their batabrix dispositions that Gutts was a far byronic and seething with silent anger whereas Karsa is much simpler with his.
Of baggages they both carry a heavy load except Gutts is had an deed dimension as a lover to his ruthlessness whereas I haven't come across such in Karsa's.

Alright, let's see what else is going to happen.

Sweet pizzas?

Pizza with honey is not something I'll ever understand nor will my taste buds every subscribe to such a taste because why?

If it were a sweet pizza, made of sweet bread and topped with fruits I'd probably not think twice before honeying it, but gods, with cheese and meat and what not I would never want to smear honey on it.

I think it's a very Asian thing to do. Adding sweet hints to otherwise savory details.

Over one week in Korea not once did I find an unsweetened garlic bread. It always had something sweet sprinkled on top, usually sugar and confused my taste buds so that I didn't know whether to stop eating or finish it off.
Something similar in an Italian chain from Taiwan where I had pizza. They served it with honey and it remained untouched except the tomato sauce was sweet and so that was the last time I ever ate there.

Sweet things on pizza. I thought pineapples were blasphemous enough, but perhaps those that like pineapples on their pizzas wouldn't mind a bit of honey here and there on it too.

What say you?

weather hearts

Here I wake up, shaking off the last remnants of a weekend coma much like a wet animal and try to get over the busy last two days I had to endure in the name of a weekend.

Last I remembered this was still supposedly summer, though for the past week I've not had any reason to turn on air conditioner or turn up the fan.
The weather is clement, to say the least, and reminds me of that time in spring when winter had receded to an almost oblivion grappling on to the last threads of seasonal change resulting in pleasantly strong winds with a cool disposition and mild sunshine that refused to let anyone sweat or tire.
The kind of serotinal sun kiss that promises all the vitamin D but none of the burn.

I don't remember the ends of August ever getting so deliciously pleasant; in fact, if anything Augusts have always been a good deal torturous oozing their heat laden humidity pretty much into the first few weeks of September. It was always towards the end of September that the weather took a sudden turn for the cold and I love that currently that sudden sharp turn has softened to an easy bend.

Did I mention how I absolutely love this temperate weather? There's something to be said about billowing curtains filling up a house in their soft fabric of gauzy balloons that only ever happens when the windows are left open and the wind has turned up a notch swaying everything it beholds.

A sort of silky light stays inside of the house, almost fluffy with soft rays of malleable brightness which doesn't sting with the humid venom of sweaty resentment.

The kitchen is no longer a nightmare and for that, I am immoderately thankful.

Gifts

My cat proudly gifted me a rodent and wondered why I screamed.

You shan't pass

I was just browsing for some makeup online when I saw Gandalf pinked up in hello kitty, bedecked in a bow. Now I feel like I should buy whatever it is that he's selling..dolce and gabbana eye shadow palette apparently. Hah!

I see

I spy with my four eyes a family of seven that is my neighbours across my house watching 'your name' on a projector.
So clearly can I see it that I might just as well pull a chair near my window and watch it on mute.

The trouble with greenery

Seedlings and new plant pottage for when you need a bit of dirt in your life.

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I think I talk to Siri more than anyone else these days

Hearts

Face on

A bit of weekend drama on the double

writ

Why am I wasting my time loitering on the webs when I got writing to do!

probably the final chapter today if it doesn't go mad on me that is.. but here's to hoping.

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speaking of writing.. 'Tis been too long since I read a poem or a story.. the ones I love that is..you know..of course you do.

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can you believe I almost wrote 'taime' instead of 'time' .. what gives?