Masseur

One of the better reasons to lie down like a beached whale

Temple of dawn during dusk

Some sights

Here I am

Ho hum, and it rains here, but do I care?
Not in the least because it's humid, warm and it's Thailand.
Almost 9:30 and I have an appetite the size of a small continent.
How does one move in the rain? It's easy, under an umbrella and these are the kind of rains that keep letting up every now and then, so no worries and even if they don't o don't give a damn cuz I'm here to eat and food is all I shall do these few days.
Hee haw!

Food needs and updates

I don't know what it is about traveling but every time I'm about to begin my travails or rather travels, I feel hungry.
It's a constant in my life. Whenever I'm at an airport or a station I feel the urge to eat.
Now I confess I didn't have a whole lot today to keep myself from falling into an uneven meal time trap but I still had a enough, what with a big lunch, fruits and two large sweet potatoes for dinner and all that washed down with tea and some more fruits, so no, I shouldn't feel hungry but put me at an airport and watch me get famished.
Will I give in to these urges? Of course not. I know better than to listen to my psychological needs.
Some coffee maybe? But then how will I sleep?
I mean I'll land somewhere around 2:30am (gasps) and probably reach hotel by wee hours of morning. A quick little sleep and the day will start, so really I'll be a bit tired tomorrow and will perhaps only be able to recover on Sunday..and what of it?

Red country

Oh my god it sounds like fun fun fun.
Yes mon ami, it is completed. Hah!! So many thankful kisses.

Ooh

Well, whaddya know. The Red country audiobook is nearly finished downloading. Is at 96% and going strong, and I have that one seed to thank. (Wink wink)
Hopefully it will download before I leave.

Meal heart

My absolutely favourite go to meal, post workout or any other time of the day is a bowl of fried rice. White or brown doesn't matter. This is brown fried rice with a couple eggs and vegetables.
An act of emptying out the fridge before leaving for a few days and in fact this is the only sustenance I think I'll have this day, perhaps a couple sweet potatoes for dinner but that'll be that, because it's a late night flight and I can't ruin my system and consecutive mornings with foods at odd intervals.

You dish

You ought to craw our of your hole more often..sigh. B&w sets my heart on technicolour fire.

Notes to self

Nighttime and I just got done with the packing for tomorrow, because why wait until tomorrow when you can ruin your mood today.
I mean packing isn't my favourite things to do, not least because I'm traveling to a warmer climate and I've not yet pulled out my warm clothes from the storage seeing how I'm still using a duvet each night.
So yes, it was a bit of a tussle with my inner self and the wardrobe because first I had to pull out the vacuum bags to release summer clothing that looked shrivelled to raisin proportions then stack them in my almirah, and now my winter clothes are suddenly orphaned because to vacuum pack them in one night is near impossible.
It'll need a solid weekend and that can be only done once I come back, so there is a bit of an overcrowding of clothes in my cupboard but the situation is taken care of for now.
Right, all things packed and I'm done with major chunk of preparation except music, which will be done tomorrow because the headphones only need a bit of charging and I'll be set. And oh yes, have to pack all the gadgets too, after charging them that is and the charging cables is another annoyance, thankfully there aren't many to worry about.
Ho hum! It's been a hectic day.
Ah..kisses.

Wait, whut?

Would I like my brows tattooed?
I'm asked, and will wonders never cease, because I've brows for days and more brows is the last thing I need.
I raise a brow at the woman who hovers over me massaging my face and shake my face in a firm no, much to her quizzical expressions.
Why would anyone think I need brows? I mean does one have to be brow blind to not notice them? Also, to hell with brow tattoos man. So, no!

Out and observe

I'd put up a picture of my lunch but it was so lacklustre that I'd rather just only write about it, a little.
Basically 4 boiled egg whites and a tall drink of smoothie with both fruits and vegetables.
I've to be out and about, and in fact I'm already out as I type this, soaking in the sun and doing a bit of leisurely walk.
Going for a bit of maintenance work, on me that is.
This is strictly vanity you see.
Some hair, some nails, a bit of massage and relaxation of the vain kind. A girl's gotta have some time to herself, don't she?
It's funny seeing so many denizens of the female variety shield themselves with oversized hats, umbrellas and even face sheaths, and these would be more necessary in hot almost burning conditions like the tropicals back home, but here, in this current slightly warm heat which keeps disappearing behind thin clouds, dispersing a tepidity to the day of the most pleasant kind it feels almost excessive.
Might have something to do with the fear of getting tanned and in turn becoming black as my friends tell me.
Bring on the bronzed gods I say..
More, soon.

In better light

Mokapot

Bloody Thursday’s

Morning aches

Something akin to an ant trying to manoeuvre itself out a set jelly.
I mirror its movements, when I get out of bed in the morning.
The bed, a thick mattress of springs and like suddenly morphs into a gelatinous sludge, glutinous and quicksand like, an enmeshment of the most delicious proportions and I find myself sinking deep into its welcoming cling.
Like a vicious adhesive I'm a helpless fly stuck in a cobweb, only willing.
The mattress won't let go of me. Its invisible fangs driving deep into my back, dissolving my flesh into its own. I want to leave but my mind tenaciously plucks out each thought of escape.
My feet are disappearing, my eyes are giving into the warm sensation of thin duvet folded on my limbs, the foaming warmth of the bed surges to sink my body and I feel the mornings chill a hostile host, unready to receive the guests, why then, should I set my foot into this inimical land of unsympathetic day? Why then should I let go of my beloved almost syrupy and resin like bed that steadily devours me?
I contemplate these thoughts, hoping for time to pause just a small while, it's only just dawn and the bed is warm, let me just hide in its nook for a while, a moment, a second, a fraction of a fleeting blink..ah! But no, because..ugh.

Coffee love

One might think that the drawing doesn't correctly match the object here but it's only because I drew this in a much different light and in a different place.
I'll click better pictures in better light tomorrow.

In love and colours

It's probably not me if you're not downloading red country from audiobook.org, and if it is indeed from there then seems like I'm the only one seeding because I'm uploading a few hundred kb's everyday.

But seriously..hearts on top of hearts.
For the troubles, the efforts, the overall..ah..watch my heart explode now.

— —
Right, so I finished a new drawing today and it's more of a still life which I had to do in record time so as to not fight the reflecting lights seeing how it was a metal surface.

I don't know how painter from ages ago painted still life when reflecting shadows on their pieces must've changed with time of the day.
It's amazing how the still life pieces can look different from the picture in terms of shades and colours and even reflecting shadows.
It's a bit relaxing painting still life in that challenging way where you want to match the colours with the object and you wouldn't believe the number of shades you see on closer long look.
What might just be grey at a casual glance will also be hued in blue, in black, in white, in five different shades of grey.
Blissful.
I'll put up some more pics.

Mokapic

Which is which?

Scrutiny

Here's a closer look at a tulip from yesterday.
Can't say I'm too happy with how it's turned out.
I was trying to play in the petals with different shadings and light and well..no!

I was thinking of starting with a large drawing today but seeing how I'm in a bit of a time crunch I think I might not be able to do it, as I'm leaving for Thailand Friday night and I'll get a bit busy with the packing and what not.
So I'll probably just do a few small ones.
Also, I'm at the last leg of the Dresden audiobook 'white knight' and 'red country' is still stuck at 87%.
I could begin listening to the never fail recommendation from most reliable sources called 'contest' but I'd hate to leave it mid way, so what I'm thinking is that probably something which isn't nearly as long should do it.
Usually my go to fillers are Batman audio dramas and graphic novels, so perhaps that could be an option.
Right, so for now..here it is.

Lunch take hundred

Can you tell I'm absolutely besotted by these rice paper wraps that double as a full on meal as well as a salad in a thin sheet.
Here in a riotous hue of crunch and colours, entombing within vegetables, leftover chicken and my heart.

Wtf

I think I've seen everything now.

Oh

I realize the close up images of the drawings were teeny. Huh. I'll click better pics tomorrow and put up.

Close ups

Comics, trailer and dinner

Okay I just saw the trailer for Venom and I liked it.
I don't know if new avengers infinity wars is a movie I might watch, seeing how I didn't bother to even once go through the trailer but venom looks pretty good, not least because it's venom and not a group of people cosplaying.
Talking of comics, I can't much describe the happiness as I type this on finally having downloaded all, and I mean all of hellblazer that has existed. I believe that's 300 in total, beginning from 1988 to 2013.
I've always liked John Constantine and have read Hellbalzer in mostly broken parts until, hah! Until now.
The only problem being and it's a minor glitch that they're all in .cbz and I, in order to read them need to convert them into pdf files, which is a small step but for 300 files it might take over an hour.
It's one of those disadvantages of having an apple device which seems to have all the workings of Jurassic era, but having said that I quite like having volumes in pdf which easily read like a comic book proper, also it's much easier than having to fiddle about on App Store and download apps to make it work which eventually ends up getting more complicated.
Basically it's just a question of expanding the files into jpegs and saving all the pages in pdf and I like to do it volume by volume so there are neat stacks of comic books and that way it's easier to share them as well.

So there's a sweet little crick in the neck and right now I rest my head on a pillow as I write.
Dinner is going to be lentil pasta because I don't feel like cooking up a storm today and there's nothing wrong with a bit of gluten free pasta action.

Blossoms

So I did a few flowers.
It was fun and good practise and I couldn't get a better picture because it's all dark now.
But here they are

Lunch lures

Here we are.
Chicken on a small bed of brown rice with some steamed broccoli.
The verdict on the marinade: Korean marinade was superb but the full on kick from the voluptuous spiced marinade of oregano, cumin and garlic was blindsiding.
So as delicious as they both were my usual marinade was just a a notch above.

Exxtra

Two different marinades for my plump drumsticks, because why not?
The insanely red ones are in a Korean inspired marinade of gochujang, Korean hot pepper flakes and soy sauce and the other more tan variety is my favourite go to marinade of lemon juice, oregano, cumin powder, black pepper, red chilli and garlic.
Hopefully they all turn out fabtastic. I look forward to a complete meal and delicious leftovers.

Heartsaplenty

That time of the night
when my heart burns bright
with thoughts that only you know

Catastrophe

What do you see?
Is it me? Or do you regard some other aspect of me?
Perhaps looking behind my shoulder you see a past few lives or perhaps the future you gawk.
What do you see?
Is there something behind me that remains unseen?
Your unwavering attention to a fixed spot that puts me at unease.
Look now, I've gone and spooked myself, for now I feel like there really might be something standing behind my shoulder.
What do you see?
Do you examine my sincerity?
Or is it in wonderment of the follies that is me or us perhaps?
The debilitated, unsubstantial life of continuous endeavours that comes to a halt no matter what.
Ah, getting philosophical are we?
What do you see?
It is night indeed, and you've vision far better than mine.
Looking straight at me, do you try to send a telepathy?
Is this a ruse mayhaps, to give you more food or maybe you just like looking at me, that could be a possibility too.
What do you see that I don't?

Cooking, dinner and music

I've turned into an automated person, I suddenly realize while cooking up a storm in the kitchen.
It's like a lever is pulled at 6:00 and I enter the kitchen and begin a small routine dance of sorts with synchronised steps that are almost always unfalteringly similar.
I think it's a carved out efficient way of beginning with things that need soaking and chopping and then gradually getting to finer detailing that includes the boiling and the cooking.
It takes exactly 1 hr 20 mins start to finish, beginning with the mise en place to the washing of the dishes alongside.
I keep cleaning while cooking, so each time a dish is used up I wash it and keep it to dry along with the continuous wiping and clearing of the platform which leaves me a clean space to work on after each step.
Helps a most effectual and brisk movement of working. Also I like listening to some music while I cook, so I usually there's the net radio on full blast dishing out aural dose of sumptuous satisfaction and today my choice of music was metalcore and let me tell you chopping vegetables to Serj Tankian's chronic complaints about capitalism is always fun, not to mention the long delicious wails of Chris Cornell.
It's a different story while having dinner, because metal just doesn't do it. It's got to be something ambient, something soothing something jazz and currently I'm listening to Duke Ellington's Ciribiribin and I'm transported to the parties in Great Gatsby, except I'm not drinking Mint Julep like them but sparkling water. Hah..
hearts.

Photogrart

But honestly it looks like this

In water

Ah, it's raining

Lunch log

Because I need food, I need fuel and I need it to be delicious and nutritious.
Brown rice and prawn salad of the most heavenly kinds with vegetables, prawns and crisped up bacon soused in a thick spicy dressing made with tahini, soy sauce and sriracha all mixed up to form this bowl of health and gratification in one big heap.

Cracks

Few things are nearly as alienesque as a cracked egg shell during boiling. The white that oozes out into congealed ribbons is a bit on the gross side of things.

Thoughts on slumbers

So here we are..a pleasant Monday.
Well, I don't know how to explain but the weather is kissed by thunderstorms without any of the acrid cold, so it's a bit pleasant in the way spring warmth can be twinged with a forecast that gives it a humid edge and we all know how I love humidity.
My hair expresses their disbelief at this weather by curling Medusa like and I had bit of a shock in the mirror, but it passed once I realized that it's the third day in a row where I have slept not more that 2-3 hours at night.
Yeah for some reason I just don't seem to be able to sleep at nights.
Usually I'll doze off for a bit but wake up and then stay awake for long and then sleep for a short while but wake up again and stay awake, so on and so forth.
sleep isn't the top things in my life, seeing how it tends to bypass me but since Friday night this pattern has become almost habitual.
I hardly slept Friday night followed by an ill attempt at slumbering on Saturday night and then last night I just couldn't let myself sleep.
Bad dreams, restlessness, a buzzing mosquito, cat, almost everything kept me awake and this morning when I woke up to make breakfast and lunch I realized I'd not slept at all.
You know that almost fresh feeling you have after sleeping really short hours, well, I had that and was in fact even chatty.
I knew this wasn't my usual me because I could feel fatigue in my legs and arms.
It could be because of the season change or just the fact that I sometimes can't seem to get good quality sleep, because the last sleep I remember most delicious and vivid was an afternoon nap I'd written about here.
So now? Well nothing.
I'm keeping off exercises today and will continue with my workout circuit from tomorrow. Hopefully it gets better tonight.

Hahahaha

Schoolmares

Apparently I was in class 9th again and forgot to carry my bag 'o' books to school.
And I realized it much after reaching class, so I had no option but to borrow a notebook or register and it seems my younger brother was studying in the same class as me and he gleefully loaned a notebook wherein I could jot down all the information disseminated in the class.
Also I'd missed a cycle test the day prior and apparently it was because of a bad toothache and feeling ill, and I was prepared to tell the teachers my excuse but no one bothered to ask me.
Okay, that's strange but what about my bag?
So I called up home and asked my dad to send over the bag but he'd left and the car was with him and he asked me to manage a day without it and if things get too difficult then maybe he'd do something about sending someone over with it.
My class teacher wanted someone to volunteer with a painting to decorate the classroom with but she seemed very specific with the details.
'It has to be done in textures' she'd said and I realized that the previous drawing at which she stood pointing was indeed done in odd paints and rolled up pieces of tissues and looked ghastly, nevertheless I didn't say anything until the teacher looked and asked me if I draw and I said nothing because apparently I was too modest?
A guy I knew back in school and maybe nursed a crush over until I realized that the only reason I'd liked him was because he looked too much like a girl (roll eyes), anyways, he tells the teacher that he'll check my Instagram page to see if I art, but then declared that I don't have a page because every time anyone would type my name they'd get som a other page; seems everyone got the name of my spelling incorrect until someone corrected after looking at the attendance register and well, the teacher drew up an eyebrow after seeing my drawings and asked someone else in class to go ahead with texture art.
Right.
It was all so queenly dissatisfying that I woke up to realize I was a bit cold and covering myself with a start pillow immediately dozed off again and when I finally woke up I had a pillow atop and I wonder d what on earth was going on?
Really, wtf?

I see

Is it just me or have more and more men started looking like women these days?
Not that it's a problem but I see more guys wearing makeup and generally being nearly as expressive in their gestures as women are usually wont to.
In fact they're more women like than the regular women one comes across. I don't know if I'm putting this across correct but when a man is very on your face gay with all the makeup and the jewellery they tend to be a lot more theatrical and dramatic in their personae.
Also, I don't like guys with beards wearing makeup.
Just one of those things you know..

And some

When you can't go to the 70's

Updates

You know that feeling when you're invited for dinner at someone's and you already know that their food is going to be much below average because you've been subjected to that torture on couple occasions previous.
Yeah, you know that feeling?
I have that feeling going on and it's not because the food doesn't have flavours, as in not only does it not but the pairing of meals and ingredients is unharmonious at best and the meal timings, oh the meal timings are even worse.
They served dinner at 11:30 last time. I mean who eats that late and they always invite rather early because I don't know..
But what am I if not punctual and so 5:00 it is and that's the time it will be.
As a good guest that I am, I've decided to take them something delicious..garlic breadsticks just so if the food gets anymore unpalatable at least there's some bread to pick at. I kid. I'll never eat a gift.

Faces

Because Friday

Winged

Well then.
I meant to post it a bit earlier but everything got so busy and now I've finally some time to breathe and clear my workspace which seems littered with paints, brushes and paint splattered stray tissues.

Plenty choices, one clear winner

Spring again

Spring is here to stay, because now it's not nearly as cold.
I know I've been saying that almost every week, but every now and then after a bout of sweet warm weather there'd be a few days of cold and we're back to jackets, but now..haha, now it feels like the warmth is here, and this is a weather to relish before it gets hot, but that'll take time seeing how I'm still wearing sweat shirt indoors, but outdoors, oh baby, you only need a thin denim jacket if that.
Ah yes.

Thoughts

Hmm, I've just finished a cup of tea after a nice meal of leftovers and now I crave another.
What gives Friday?
Should I though?
Imma have to think.

Hearts

In the swirls

KSs

Nice things..tell me
How I miss..how I love..
How I need and want some.

Little bits

I was meaning to start watercolour today but as luck would have it or rather as misfortunes go, I had company over and well, I was entertaining some guests after which it was dinner time yada yada yada.
So tomorrow it will be and I'll begin with some warm up and then perhaps some watercolour portraits, some nudes perhaps..and seeing I'm my own model..hah! We'll get to that.

Right, about writing.
I'm thinking up a new story, a mystery of sorts, some detective work and before that I need some palate cleanser and I'm updating a few different uns..some poems, some short stories hopefully a few before I start on a long adventure.

My audiobook 'Red country' is still stuck on 87% and because there are no seeders to speak of. Suddenly vanished. Uhh!!
I've still the new Dresden Files to go, after which I'll probably begin scrounging the depths of Internet again, but hopefully and this is wishing too hard, 'Winds of winter' will be out. I delude myself.

Uh oh

I'm 50 minutes of Mardock Scramble in and I don't believe I'm saying it but it's difficult to watch. I mean the whole theme is a bit disturbing. :(

Assisted

Do you have a supplement story?
I do.
I'm a B12 and Vitamin D person.

Crispy hearts

Food in salad form that's still filling, nutritious and above all spicily delectable.
Mung bean thread noodles drenched in sesame dressing spiced with Sichuan peppers with a roaring crunch of raw vegetables and tofu bits, topped with cooked shreds of egg white.

Some chores

Who me?
Oh I just washed all my makeup brushes and now they sit out in shadow to air dry.
It's a near weekly activity and this time almost all my brushes were a bit dirty.

Wanton hour

Nighttime and the heat is near audible
only to my ears
it exudes from every moment
spent thinking about frozen mirrors
That are frames enshrined in my head
Of images millions
I scorch the pillows
with naked needs
Wisps of smoke
from my shuddering knees
spasming in memories
that I didn't merely imagine
ones I watched of sinful deeds

Ponders for food

I thought I'd be able to pull myself together in time for making dinner but as the day went, as I got finished with things and got done with a writing spell I realized that I've a headache the size of Australia and that I simply can't be devoted to making any culinary delights.
Sorry, but I'm a no go today.
However there are wonderful pizzerias around this area and I can get their fantastical food delivered through the food delivery app which is actually in built in my we chat. Yeah, so that can be done because suddenly I feel like eating some Korean fried chicken too; which of course I won't eat, but I sure as hell can browse the heck out of their menu right now.

of music and musicians

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Kendrick Lamar the same singer who sang the absolutely lyrical poetic masterpiece 'bitch don't kill my vibe'?
I shall now proceed to dig up the earth and begin living under it because that's probably the only Kendrick song I've heard because it was among some fabulous other songs gifted to me in a treasured pen drive full of some of my favourite music which to this day I live for and listen to, and this pen drive I had plugged into my brother's car and 'bitch don't kill my vibe' was the very first song that began playing.
We'd never heard the song before and the sheer genius of the extraordinary near Shakespearean wordage sent both me and my sibling into a tizzy of confusion and I had to, in fact, unplug the drive just to check if I was carrying the correct one, which I was; then how was it that a song with the vocal variations of a comatose ant and the libretto of illiterate rats doing among a collection of beautiful music. Of course, the track was skipped and never heard of again, but phew! Kendrick Lamar is not someone I'd listen to ever again. No sir. That music isn't my jam, my beat, my anything, moreover, I have reason enough to believe that it accelerates the death of grey cells.

In other news, someone who really did know how to make music, who was an educator, who established the reality of rhythm and smooth chaos of delicious saxophone tones in jazz 'Nathan Davis' died this month. An antithesis, if anything to the blemish that is Kendrick Lamar's music and lyrics, and no, the greatness that was this wonderful saxophonist, never won a Pulitzer. 

Huh lunch ok

Not only am I not upto anything strenuous and fiddly but by the gods I do not wish to stand about and linger. It's those ugh days when I hate everything, including me.
A delicious mint and coriander macerated avocado topped toast with a couple rashers of bacon is just about right for me today, not least because the greens blend with the lush greenery out.

Dusk to dawn

Apparently it's the mosquito season or rather a mosquito season because last night, just as I was near stepping into the dream realm of chaos and colours a lone mosquito decided to bravely sing the song of its people in a steady tone of massive irritation.
It was a long long sad, forlorn tune, one that refused to stop and the mosquito in question must have been those vegetarian or male ones that didn't bite. Probably a Pavarotti among its kind and insistent at that.
On and on it went and nothing in this world is as pestiferous as a mosquito song in your ear.
My forbearance for this sort of behaviour is on the negative end and within moments I had plugged in a machine and soon after it was gone.
Night thusly came and went and I was awake as usual the same time early morning with a body that seemed to have been severed from my person and soon after completing the domestic chores I slept again, only to wake up feeling gross and cramped.
It was one of those odd days when I didn't start my day with the usual routine, but instead I opened my eyes and made straight for the shower.
I just needed to get rinsed and I might have sloughed off my skin in the scrubbing process but it feels good.
Now I have deviated from the usual as is the theme for today and sip on hot tea and lunch shall be later, something I can't be bothered to even think about now.
Ah..soon..

Do me right

As seamless as the afternoon nap was in all its unbruised perfection, this night sleep feels near disfigured and wretched in its execution.
Where is that inescapable drowsiness that enslaved me today? Why won't it come out and bare its fangs at me tonight?
Bite me merciless I say. Don't dawdle and let your lips quiver in a faint spelling of an unlit smile, come at me with that blinding lust and ravage me.

ouches

Break my spine in half
and I'll cry, so you think
but look for an anchor
or you'll drown in a roar
of my maniacal laugh
the exasperated distress
Of the paradox I fess
is that they're tears for real
burning agony
aggravated misery
grating Calvary
now I'm on the floor
writhing like a dying eel
damp eyes, smile on face
I privately squeal

Naps know

Now this is new, but here it is, well, not that it's new much but rare and well, here it is anyway.
Not a cascade of clichés to drench one in, but not a shibboleth I much live by, that is, mom ami, that I had a momentary or rather an hour long lights out moment, that is to say a wee nap.
This was I think the first nap of the year, if we discount all those odd dozes that had come on account of jet lag some time prior, and I couldn't for the longest time understand what was going on.
One moment I was typing out a story, which by the way still stays unfinished and the other second my body felt dismantled, and an ache running from the toenails to the tips of my hair made itself felt.
An ache? It wasn't like the after effects of a splitting workout either, no sir, this was an ache all too familiar and never too welcome.
My head felt heavy in that foggy way and a while later I couldn't understand what the heck I was even writing.
Perhaps I should sit on the couch and type a bit more relaxed, and the moment I was in a semi reclining position my entire Qi felt like it was flowing out of my fingertips. Ah, it was relaxing in a way I'd never known and to shove the laptop aside and recline even further and amplifying the relaxation by wrapping a thin duvet about my person was for me the work of moments and soon my eyelids made dark while my head made dreams.
I'd never realized the afternoon sounds that lived around me, and that state of easeful stupor aggrandised those every sounds into a soft orchestra of life to which I calmly slept.
It wasn't merely delicious, it was welcoming and I woke up feeling renewed even if a little sore with cramps and now nurse a small cup of sweet coffee because I know how I need to feel drenched in a bit of sweet albeit light caffeine.
Naps, I mean I never usually find them convenient, nor do I have too many of them, but sometimes your body doesn't need your approval when it wants to rest.

Lunch love

When you HIIT hard you know you need to fall face first in fantastical feast of fiery flavours. Please forgive my alliteration my darling but the endorphins seem to be buzzing about in my head.
This here is a plateful of piquancy paradise what with my favourite fried rice and all the good things that are prawns, egg whites, bacon and veggies, with a smattering of black pepper and some soy marinated smoked tofu, because sometimes you need a bit of an overload.

Hmm

Looks like a beautiful day..even though it's, ugh, Tuesday.

Morning blah blah

Few things feel as delicious as morning warmth caressing skin while penetrating spine and galvanising the joints and sockets.

Few things feel as silly as watching some food documentary in the morning while sipping warm lemon water because just generally there are times of bad decisions and watching a documentary on gluten was certainly one of them.
Apparently gluten is pretty bad for you, as the story goes. It's not digested by the stomach and there's nothing good that come suit of gluten. So basically you shouldn't eat breads, cakes, pastries, croissants or anything that might have gluten because near everything from lipsticks to ketchups have gluten in it.
It's no good watching such fun stuff early morning because now I wonder what should one actually eat?
A bit of water washed down with more water feels about right, seeing how everything you eat is out there to ruin your health.

Goddamn it.
So now what?
Well, one doesn't change their food habits over night and I'm guessing this sort of gluten tendencies apply more to those who eat processed shop bought breads because, well, not to be self righteous or anything, but I kinda make all my breads and most of our diets usually contain whole wheat instead of all purpose flour.

There's no sense to be writing or even talking about this so early, but maybe I'm just procrastinating because any moment now I'm going to change and work out, but for now a very sullen kitty gives me company in absorbing a bit of vit D.

So many kinds of nope!!

I mean I'm all about the bohemian way of life and what not but a few things are an absolute no-no, no matter how bohemian or carefree or hippy soul of abandonment you live with, because these things just relay your inability to put yourself together or that you just couldn't be bothered with being decorous, and decorum isn't about just being proper it's about your outlook towards life and though no one expects one to be sanctimonious and noble there's no harm done in being principled, if even a bit.

-chipped nailpaint
I can't count the number of women guilty of this absolutely unforgivable fashion faux-pas. Looking at fingers sporting chipped, tip fading, botched or flaking nail paint is grieving and it just goes on to show that the person living with this sorry state of affairs couldn't be bothered to look put together, and one can imagine how articulate their life probably might be.

- dirty shoes
People in dirty shoes just don't ever look like they could be bothered to look respectable, because no matter how clean the attire, a pair of raggedy, torn, dirty, unclean shoes can only look crooked.
If they can't be bothered to wear clean shoes no matter how old them one can imagine the quality of life they like to lead, not to mention their overall attitude towards life in general.

-wearing bathroom slippers in public
Why? Just why?

-wearing home clothes out
Because you don't realise that clothes you've been wearing at home usually smell of the food cooked at home and of course one tends to not smell it, but others do. Which is why people often stereotype other people of different cultures with their food smells. Like so and so smells of curry, fish etc.

I saw a couple women sporting almost three of the four above mentioned and to say I recoiled would be an understatement because I ran in the exact opposite direction so as to save myself from an incoming haemorrhage.

A no but then what?

Done and dusted with today, for now that is.
Home finally and there isn't a silver lining to the cloud because now there's dinner to be done.
Arghh! Sometimes, just sometimes the thought of entering the kitchen to cook anything can make me shriek and today might just be that day.
Not that I always have a problem with cooking and fixing dinners, of course not, I love it, or at least am capable of quite liking it and there are times when I happily wake up in the morn and do a sullen jive to the kitchen and make meals but usually the thought of chopping onions first thing in the morning, before I've even had my cuppa or water feels like I'd have liked gallows better and dinners are usually on auto but today being one of those sometimes when I've had a long tiring day, what with cleaning and the likes and then the bit of work and a bit of grocery and then back that it just feels like I lost today to the netherworlds when I'd have liked to sit back, relax and do some work that I really wanted to.
I've a bit of writing to do, and then there are some watercolours I needs get done with.
Also, tomorrow I begin working out because I'm feeling absolutely fine, in the pink of pinks that is and well, I don't want to do dinner today.
Sighs.

Brunch vibes

Sunflower seed whole wheat homemade bread toasted to a crisp disk, topped with tomatoes, balsamic vinegar doused cooked onion and capsicum, crunchy cucumbers and rashers of crisp hot bacon, for when you're tried and crave sustenance.
(Bonus kitty in the background)

Now to ah and oh

Say one thing about today, say it doesn't like it's gonna get any easier anytime soon.
Right, so before I rant a bit about today let me just silently observe how the weekend flew past, much like a deadline.
I mean one minute it was here and then a blink and it's gone.
To say that I did anything of any much worthiness in the last couple days would be a goddamn lie because even though I was out and about the whole time the resultant outcomes of said excursions were minute.

And today, well, I undertook the massive mission of spring cleaning, except it didn't feel much spring like seeing how it's cold and wet, so a death cleaning of sorts where one tends to move furniture about, getting in nooks and crannies and what not, cleaning bottoms to top, inside out and generally just going on a rampage if only to emerge amidst a house nearly twinkle and lit with whatever residual sunlight may have stayed trapped inside the house.
It took a mere four hours, hah! And I haven't yet gone to the point where I unload my crystal and crockery cabinet, giving glasses a shine and rub with a lint free cloth. No sir, I didn't go there because that alone would take another four hours and that is something for another day, what however I did clean was the balcony. Giving it a literal shower and washing away all the everything. One could sit naked out there as I propose to on sunny days.
Other than that all the mirrors, porcelains, windows, even indoor plant leaves were given a good brush up and how they gleam, and I wish I could say this is the end, but soon after a bit of lunch I have to be out and about in the world, for a small something and on the way back do a bit of grocery shopping because grocery was exactly and precisely the one thing I didn't buy this weekend.
Soon..

Today a bit

Bleh

This is supposed to be fresh faced spring but all I see are grey fluffs besmirching a nightly sky.
Temperatures have dropped yet again, and the weather is indeed bipolar.
I want to stop wearing jackets and socks and soft warm slippers.
Get warm already, it's been a rather dreary long winter ride.
Come on.

Psst..

All my gadgets have to be near me at all times.
I'm wirelessly wired to all things. Pings here and flashes there, lights on or dimness donned, everything I have to know, wires in a neatly piled mesh of mess, and books like screens mounded in lovely stacks, buzzing to life each time I as much as come close to them.
And when I've a life, people to be near, things to talk, pets to cuddle, foods to eat, stairs to climb, flowers to smell, trees to photograph, dirt to dig, plants to caress, leaves to broom, time to lounge in earshot of everything I love, I forget where I let live my gadgets with abandon.

oh my!

Wow!
Talk about treasure hunts and reaping benefits.
This looked so much fun, and creative, and the pursuit of the located treasure was not too shabby either.
How thrilling!!

If it ain’t broke..

If food tastes wonderful you shouldn't strive to be original and I don't as evidenced by a second coming of these freshly crisp and deliriously delicious rice paper rolls, where I've substituted last time's tofu with some leftover chicken and may I say, this is just as fabulous.
Crunchily satisfying with cucumbers, carrots and broccoli and nutritionally dense.
What's not to love?

Belt up for long post

As someone who's forever hated the whole idea of athleisure and stepping out of the house in track pants or sweat pants I sure as hell am guilty of committing pretty much the same faux pas that I've mocked others for.

Today began bright and early, as it does on a weekday, and I was done with the usual everything by eight and was indulging in the usual morning lemon hot water routine; assessing my condition and brightening up at the thought that there was no fever if only a little residual cough, sneeze and tiredness.
No biggie, on the course of healing and what not when the darling cat made his hunger felt and I, in my morning smugness went over to his food cupboard only to find the box empty.
Of course it was empty, but then I always keep a lot extra and when I reached out for the extra box, gasp!! It was empty too.
What on earth?
Well, this is what happens when your attention wavers if even for a little while. Everything is all over the place and my poor cat, hungry little fat purr looked at me with sad eyes. It wasn't a lost cause because after much scavenging I did find a packet of food he didn't like much, but then he was hungry and it sufficed for the time, but this won't do.
What about the rest of the day and after that?
No worries there because there is a pet shop near my house, not fifty paces away, which wouldn't be difficult to traverse even in my slightly below average condition, but come on, one block is nothing, and so I waited, because the shop in question only opens at 9:00.
The clock was a bare second from ticking nine when I slid a gorgeous jacket over my grey tack pants and slipped my feet into a pair of slightly run down sneakers because come on, it was just nine in the morning, people were still out jogging, and a swift walk to another block in my tracks wouldn't be such a fashion faux pas, not uncouth, would it?
Of course not!! And here's when the treacherous Murphy decided to let all hell lose on me, because not only was the pet shop closed but it also began drizzling.
Haha!!
Well, now what?
There's another small store over four blocks away, which under normal circumstances is a small walk, or a five minute bicycle ride, but then these circumstances weren't normal.
I contemplated riding a bicycle till there, but decided otherwise because the last thing I want is to strain myself when I was already feeling the affects of that brisk walk to the store, and yes the weather was getting wet
Now what?
Well, I don't know if you're aware but I live right next to a bus terminal, and a bus was readying to spark the ignition, and to mount the empty bus in all my zeal was for me the work of a moment and there I was, sitting pretty, ready to alight two stops later, and soon found myself in that 'sidekick' store.
Hiking through the various isles to finally come to the one marked pet I wasn't surprised at finding that the only available cat food was the one my cat absolutely detested and never would I feed my cat something he didn't like, so I exited the shop, caught another incoming bus and a few moments later found myself on a supermarket escalator.
Luck was on my side because I found what I was looking for and as joyous as I felt I did feel a bit tired and a slight buzz in the head slowly but steadily thrummed.
The only normal thing to do would be head back to my domus, but goddamn I felt tired and just needed to sit and not do anything I've been doing everyday, seeing how today began a bit crazy, let's just make it a bit more odd.
Barely 10 and I found myself at a McDonald's, ordering a coffee, sitting in a corner and just looking at everyone.
I'd rather drink cheap coffee in this shitty fast food restaurant than drink expensive coffee in shitty coffee chains and let me tell you, their coffee ain't half bad. In fact it's pretty good.
I can't imagine how crowded this place already is, there are people eating mountains of burgers and gallons of cola, and it's hardly just morning.
I've never sat at a restaurant this early and somehow it feels nice to not be home, cooking lunch, or sitting at my desk.
I mean my mornings became much too routine, and since I've been unwell I've hardly ventured out and rightly so, but for some reason it feels absolutely great.
Could be the fact that this coffee is inducing some few good mood in my system, but I like the buzz of people, most of whom are garbed in athleisure.
I'm still pretty conscious about my grey tracks and old sneakers but other than that it feels nice.
Now? Now I'll go back home, the rain is almost stopped, shower, have lunch and pop in a medicine because I might have tired myself today.

Hmm

What marketing gimmick might this be I know not, but a relaxing hand cream is something new I musts try this very instant, though how it relaxes my hands is something I'm more than eager to know.
will my hands suddenly paralyse and become benumbed or perhaps it'll just soothe them in a way I'm yet to experience any cream do, or maybe it'll shoot anthrax up my veins and I'll feel good in a way that I've not felt in a long time. We shall find out and update.