Flip flop

Is there were another word for destruction it would probably be the French stream rolling Argentines in WC. It's merciless.

Shitty people

Those who don't pick up after their dogs and leave their doodoo's behind on the road or footpath as display pieces ought to be taken to the guillotine for judgement culling.

Tolerate if not accept

There ain't enough time or space to talk about my morning that started at four, because dealing with two animals who are on opposite side of the spectrum but bisect at possessiveness junction has been trying, not because they fought or anything, no sir, they're tolerating each other, but because I've been trying hard to not let any differences of opinion converge at any point, and also because there are two different kinds of food and both have a fondness for the others diet, so it seems.
Right, so not having slept much in last two days, maybe a collective sleep of about 5 hours between 48 hours, add to that morning and evening doggie walks, today's workout, outing for necessary household items and groceries and realising that my body is slowly giving up and under a near fried brain and fatigued limbs.
I need to get some sleep, even if it means sleeping at 9 at night because the cat won't relent, he will insist on eating breakfast and playing at 4 in the morning the dog will need a walk at 5 and I need a clone. Thankfully the walks won't always be my headache, at least I hope so.

Pizza pana

Cheaters days night, tonight.

Cassie

Mauling

It's not the cats day today. I mean you have only to look at his face to know that. Poor kitty

Morning sos

Early morning and the eyes burn from lack of sleep that was in part due to football matches, part due to cat and mostly due to my inability to invoke the gods of slumber.

Early morning and I'm ready to take on the chirp of children who will hamper my day from being what it usually is.

I think I shall cast a movie from the machine to the telly and keep them engaged when I'm near bursting point, seeing how their parents don't even have television at home, because it aids in spoiling and in fact they only make them watch movie's on a projector and they aren't always kid movies. I mean these are children who've watched grown up movies with life lessons.
Perhaps I'll have them do some watercolours, play Jenga, UNO, Monopoly etc.
or I'll just turn on the tv and let them at it. Hah. Evil designs.

Right, I'm about to embark on a late Cup of tea. Double the quantity from my usual because I could seriously do with some.

Weekend none fun

Tomorrow is going to be a hard day.
I'm babysitting three kids, one dog and my growing bad mood.
Hopefully the powerful cocktail of children and pets will help alleviate my broodiness, what's more all four of these above mentioned lives will be at my doorstep before nine, which means I have to be ready, dressed and presentable rather early tomorrow morning.
Talking of babysitting a dog, I will be in charge of a rather sweet female dog for a month to babysit.
My cat seems okay with her but only time will tell if they turns into friends or fiends.

Dinner deets and updates

Say one thing about dismally gorgeous evening rains say it puts me in a mood to not cook anything.
By now I'd be slaving near the stove, cooking four different main items to be eaten as evening meal what with subzi, dahl, roti, rice, raita even and that's five items. Gasp! Which I'm doing none of.
I think it catches up to you when you're continually doing this every evening, with some variations but usually something similar and as the week begins ebbing you feel steamrolled into a flattened tyre with little will and even littler inspiration.
Most dishes have been prepared throughout the week, the conventional ones at least and though I do like to be inclusive and add a lot of different cuisines they're mostly relegated to packed lunches or to my meals alone because people don't always like certain cuisines.
I have little idea as to what to cook for today, and I don't intend on calling food from outside because it's never the same when eaten fresh vs take out at home, moreover I'd rather eat something unprocessed and clean but where is the will to cook it?
I mean the weather has turned beautifully abysmal. There's darkness with a certain depth to it which is cool and refreshing and the cicadas and the birds almost make it feel like I'm not in a city but a jungle.
Ah, dinner.

Why do I feel like visiting decatahlon now?
What do I even want from there?
A resistance band perhaps and a new exercise mat, but not that critical.

Did I mention the soreness from my yesterday's strength routine which didn't even include weights.
Imagine body weight making you feel dead like that, also I added a bit of calisthenics and yes I'm working out after a long break and it'll take me almost a month to get back to my fitness level that I was before I took the damned break.

Ho hum. Well now what?

coffeetea

Why do I immediately feel like drinking another cup of coffee after one cup of coffee? In my defence, the coffee I made today in a Moka pot was pretty darn good.
I like my coffee just a little bit tangy, dark roasted, medium strong and slightly sweetened with a dollop of milk (almond) or creamer.
I have on earlier occasions spoken about how coffee that is too strong and darker than deepest nights refuses to go down my gullet.
 I am after all essentially a tea drinker with a fondness for coffee that is well made and just once a day, having said that I drink tea once a day too and apart from the regular gingery masala tea in the morning the only tea that passes my lips is oolong or some flower tea, but then when I'm at my parents I could end up drinking up to three small cups of tea because what is tea if not a staple in all our households but by the heavens hold the milk or I shan't drink. 

right

To say that my internet is slower than a sloth corpse would be near accurate because it won't refresh, won't post, won't search, won't do anything that it's expected to.

so then

Today has gotten late than what I'd anticipated I confess but it's only because I was busy with things that needed my attention and even though there was no workout involved everything did shift by a couple hours.
But now, here I am, in low spirits and bummed for no reason or perhaps there are reasons that my mind does not wish to linger on.

Ho hum, now finally at the desk, getting my write on, hoping this mood doesn't creep into my words.

Morning notes

Somewhere in my dreams there was a piano playing and I can still hum its tune. Is it original, something concocted by my dream or just a reproduction of something I must've heard, I cannot say but it's not utterly bad.

Ah then, Thursday in all its heated glory, puncturing my house with a flare and when last week I could still talk about the slightly cool undertones and the needlessness to turn on fans, things did escalate quickly with the crippling need to turn on air conditioning if even for a little while just to feel comfortable.

What does one do in this weather to keep the house from igniting temperatures?
Should I shut all the windows to keep torrid heat and light toasty breeze from entering? Or must I keep them all open as they are now, super airy and muted yellow in its character?

I could shut everything but that usually only works when I switch on the ac, because if not then I hear nothing from outside. At least now I can hear the birds chirp and know there's reasonable liveliness out.

For some reason my mood feels bleak today.
Could be the aches my body is going through after monstrous workout from yesterday that keeps me from bending because my legs are cement pillars that refuse to budge or could just be the heat that hammers momentary seconds of existential crisis and things that are still amiss from my life.
I couldn't say, but all this bird chirp makes my cat prowl and I could only hope there are no avian casualties today.

Ah, Thursday. The stepsister to Tuesday and I have little love for it.

Hearts

अभी हमारी मोहब्बत किसी को क्या मालूम

किसी के दिल की हक़ीक़त किसी को क्या मालूम

-दाग़ देहलवी

Rose by any other..

Nice socks.
-it's not a sock it's a foot glove.
Ok.

caffeine sorrow

There's a near invisible line between just sweet and a bit too sweet and I think I crossed that line with my coffee and ended up with one a bit too sweet for my liking.
Hot drinkable dessert anyone? ugh. 

Lunch love

Not the kind of dish that would win any favours at a beauty contests but heavens me is it delicious and more to the point nutritious what with chicken, greens, eggs shoved together with brown rice, it's the kind of meal that supplies manna and pleasure.

Assembly

The makings of a sort of late lunch, post workout and all green (nearly).

Nightbeep

And now, for my nighty fix of grudgingly incoming sleep.

Tell me then..nice things.
Like a lullaby from deep dark forests
of quixotic alliances
and quaint lies
under silvery nights
of moony dalliances

This book?

This book I picked out of a few books that were meant as a bonus gift after a purchase over a particular amount in a book shop in Bangkok.
The rest were choicest titles like 50 shades etc and well I know nothing about it, having only started and a few pages in, it's too early to tell and I've not yet made up my mind but I will read it some more and update.

Alphaheart

Nearly nighttime
but I reminisce
an afternoon

read on baby

Tis the season for aircon's and I have broken the seasonal maidenhood of my air conditioners by finally switching one on today.
The verisimilitude of today's incalescence hit me like a wet towel that's been doused in superheated steam before I even stepped out this afternoon.
Bathed in sweat right out of the shower with wet hair clinging to every part of the body and refusing to dry because of humidity and staying wet because of sweat so piteously triggered me that I wanted to cry.
My entire face feels like it'll begin to melt and that I'd end up finding my features in my shoes because everything about me feels liquefied and it doesn't help that this house that is super airy and tremendously ventilated now lets in the kind of heat that I could near poach in what with its extremely soggy characteristic that I feel I shall keep ranting about this entire season.
The problem with fans here and it's not as such an issue with fans as it is with the way they are is that there is no concept of ceiling fans which have the ability to disperse air throughout the entirety of the rooms, instead, there are only table or pedestal fans that project air in a single direction only and the moment you're out of their influence chances are you're suffocating; not to say that fans are any helpful but at least some respite can be had, having said that I do know of people and families who only turn on their air conditioners on the rarest of occasions and even then they don't.

I'd once gone to a house in the previous town I lived in regarding some work and the heat was stifling and imagine my disbelief when on reaching that house I saw the entire family seated on small stool's around a low table with just a couple table fans for company eating watermelon.
Every member was profusely sweating, there was a tower ac in the corner that stayed quietly ignored and it was in that mucky weather of their house that I conducted my business and hated every second of it because I was evidently uncomfortable, saturating my small hand towel with perspiration and not a single person seemed moved by that image. It felt and looked like a penance.

On another occasion, a friend of mine was aghast that the first thing I did on reaching home (again this was in my previous town) was turn on the ac during winter months on the warm setting because the house was well below freezing point and she inquired as to why did I do that? Odd question that but I told her it was cold and she said yes, but it's better to sit with a duvet rolled about your person than turn on the ac, at least that's what most people did (in that town apparently) and then it was my turn to be aghast.
Rest assured my duvet never left the bedroom and doesn't to this day, but yes these are incidents that have happened and they're funny to recall.

And now, as I near finish this post, my room, cool and comfortable in that non-icy pleasant way rather makes me feel like I'm in one of those sanitized laboratories. All experiments are a go go

Greed

My meal literally bubbles. Dare I put this steaming broth of rice and shrimp in my waiting mouth at the expense of burning the roof of my face?
The hunger gets real each waiting second

Bibli..what?

The irony of calling yourself a bibliophile and not having read a book in almost two years because of time constraints.
Accidental reader might be more your speed I say and guffaw to no one's amusement. Hah!

Lunch hours

In the middle of a working week when you find yourself in a fast paced restaurant during lunch hours to see it filled with equally busy people.
I like this type of seating for single serving meals when you're alone post work.
A long wide bench with strangers on each side, opposite each other even busy with themselves, with their food.

Morning no no

This won't do. No! This just won't do.
What do I have to talk myself into to not go back to sleep after the alarm goes off.
To say I have no recollection of turning off the infernal din caused by my alarm before snuggling back under my blankets would be a rather restrained way of saying that I didn't wake up on time to fix breakfast and pack lunch this morning.
Look, it's a small window when in the morning I have to wake up early to do the needful domestic gastronomic seppuku or else it gets late and all becomes utterly useless.
My window begins around 6:00 and ends at 7:00 which is why I wake up a little earlier than that so as to finish everything before the required time and today I woke up to the sound of farewells emanating near my face which meant that I had overslept by over an hour.
Waking up at 7:30 though thoroughly ideal under any circumstance is inadequate in this casa because things begin moving and world begins to churn much earlier.
Sighs, it's awful.
Not least because the entire day I get saddled with the feeling of not being able to have accomplished something that I know shouldn't even be such an issue.
Ugh..well, it's a Tuesday and all that and that's my excuse.
Right, so a bit of moving out and about for some work and then I'll be back.
The solar flares that hit the asphalt seem to be drenched in water and I hate this weather. I bloody well do.

mollycoddling self negatively impacts

Evening now and I haven't been able to do nearly as much as I thought I could.
Goes on to show just how optimism can negatively impact your outcomes.
Whenever I comfort myself with the words 'it will happen don't worry' things tend not to happen with as much speedy grace as I'd have liked as opposed to times when I have castigated myself for being a slowpoke and near rebuked my every decision that led to lagging behind on something, I have almost always fallen in line and found the discipline that I sometimes miss and waver on.
The one thing that somehow always indoctrinates me with a sense of regulation and orderliness is workouts.
I feel that every time I have strengthened my resolve to follow up with my exercising plans and routines I inadvertently end up preparing myself better each day because a single thought keeps playing at the back of my head as to how I shouldn't miss out on the workout planned and this way not only do I begin my mornings with an earnestness to go about according to a plan but end up having more time than usual for myself, only because I haven't let the sands of time meander and tumble directionless but instead persuaded and galvanized them in a predetermined premeditated path.
Right, so that said I do confess today even after all the determination I ended up slightly slacking because I didn't let the usual cynicism overshadow my thoughts. Big mistake.

Seeing how it's Tuesday tomorrow and I have work to attend to in the morning one can not foretell how it would end up shaping.

Now, dinner prep and some football after.

my all

My head bereft
My heart abrim
My Monday slo-mo

I shall punch someone

Cicada's beginning to do that thing they do.
Is it that time of the year already?
But I'll tell you time or not it's MUGGY!
I feel like the underside of a scotch tape where everything feels sticky to the touch and everything is sticking to me.
I rest my hands on the table and I feel like I'll peel off my skin if I lift my arms, my face which is near synonymous to Sahara feels clammy like I've doused it with thick pasty creams which I didn't even and anywhere I sit my legs feel like they've adhered to that area and I feel like I'm made of syrup, clinging to everything, everywhere.
I hate it! I hate humidity.

Argh

My VPN isn't working today and It greatly upsets me to not be able to write from my machine and surf the inter webs and log into my blog and do some important work and now I shall get back to my writing because that's what I intended to do all along but Goddamit VPN isn't working and life's a full circle.

Good proof food

No fuss no muss meal post work out.
Six egg whites omelette stuffed with spinach, capsicum, mushrooms and cheese with a few toms on the side and a couple slices whole meal bread with a large glass of smoothie that is banana, strawberry and blueberries because why not?

Fails and wins

Exercising today after an almost one and a half month long hiatus from strenuous workout and here I am dead as dead one can be while still alive.
Things escalated quickly when after light stretching I thought giving light cardio a bit of a whirl and soon I was doing light strength and HIIT. Nothing major I tell you, not nearly as aggressive as my usual circuit but half way I was clutching the floor and cursing the air.
Tomorrow will be a better story to tell, and each day after henceforth, but today, just getting out of that comfort zone was a battle.

Gah

It's so bleeding muggy what with almost 80% humidity that my mirrors and window panes are fogging up inside the house and my floors look like they've had some condensation action going in.
It's almost like invisible rains inside the house.

Super idiotic

I've never been much of an Akshay Kunal fan and seeing him these days with that 'I can get away with every look, cuz superstar' attitude with his oddly shaved head and grey pate sparsely dotted with white bumps makes him look like a guy on death row, like he's about to have a noose strung around his neck and floor shifted beneath his feet.
Seriously what gives? Yeah he's big and all but Gods he's gotta keep up appearances and not look like a pervy serial killer heading to the gallows.

Oh man

Japan vs Senegal.
Goddamit!
Japan it is. (For me)

Let’ssee

Pics! Pics! Pics!
And here's one not of the house though but of one that houses my affection.

Tomorrow I swear

Like a siren song that was a platter of Korean Fried Chicken of which I ate the entire platter which consisted of 8 pieces, dip, pickled radishes and kimchi, I feel the kryptonite surging in my veins ready to kill me.
All this because starting tomorrow there shall be none of all that I've been doing in terms of abusing my body, treating it like a brothel when In fact I should be doing a bit of inquisition to myself.
Yes so starting tomorrow I get on my workout wagon which I've been largely neglecting and doing very little of.
Vacations do that to you and I dislike that I've lost muscles in places and definition where I've known myself to be toit.
Ah yes, so workout.
Tomorrow I begin with the torture and it shan't stop until I develop some other body image issues. No sir!

Barley water

Decides to only drink beer originating from countries she supports in WC.

laundry

pile of clothes
freshly washed
looks unscalable

benign me

There are times when I can be given to acts of benevolence, I mean one only has to witness a living thriving spouse to know that, the restraint I exercise to not poison foodstuffs is noteworthy and so on, however, the benevolence I allude to is regarding a spider I saw in my bathroom whose life I nearly plucked out with the aid of a tissue paper but decided not to at the last moment because for some reason spiders don't gross the living intestines out of me as cockroaches do, for had I seen a cockroach dawdling about my pristine bathroom I'd not only have smashed that rogue to a splatter but bathed the entire house in holy water, twice over.
This season, wet and oddly sticky with cold undertones is something of a Shangri-La to spiders and as the weather gets warmer they will begin thriving much to my chagrin, but since the house is vacuumed right down to its most sacred rectum at regular intervals their survival seems almost impossible, but small as they are, they tend to creep or crawl in through open windows and balcony doors and perhaps any other day I might not feel as well-disposed towards another six-legged creature as I did today..but you know, a bit of mercy never hurt anyone, especially that spider who strolls about in my bathroom, alive.

Sun Sun day day

The only gripe I have with Sunday's is that they fall on a Sunday, that is to say, a day before Monday and though I harbour little animosity towards Monday (not like it's Tuesday, right?) I do dislike with a budding passion the need to be productive in that nearly profitable way the moment a week begins its life.
I mean yes it's gratifying and this whole business like slaving shoots you with energy but breaking the momentum to enter that constructive phase tends to be a bit of a bother.
Right, so Sunday and the ennui is real.
I like how we or rather me tends to allot certain chores for Sunday's specifically and as Sunday rolls in those chores in question feel like an albatross around your or rather my neck, because I'd rather kick back and do nothing rather than scrub the insides of my porcelain bathtub and scour dirt off my balcony floors, but seeing how they're chores, they tend to be crucial even if not as critical to a good life, one that you've promised to spend with constant improvements.
So here I am, amidst twinkling floors and sparkling mirrors griping about how Sunday ought not to fall on a Sunday only to write pleasing things about a happy Monday if I come across one that is.

Matches

Mexico vs South Korea and I feel torn but team Mexico it is since that's the team I'm rooting for this WC, and oh Japan too.

Incredible

There are several reasons to watch Incredibles 2 and if I were to go in depth I'm afraid I'd end up writing a good long hour and so I shall only say that this movie is on the pinnacle of nuanced animation what with the absolutely mind boggling play of such meticulous detailing embellishing every frame of the movie from the perfected animation to background score, plot and colours. It's difficult to imagine how such vivid play of lighting is possible in something which is purely computer generated. I mean come on.
So yes, incredibles 2 is a movie that you wouldn't want to miss, Ocean's 8 however is a movie no one wanted to watch and my heart didn't seem too set on it either seeing how it's nearly a remake of oceans 11 with an all female cast and well, why is the questions I ask.

Hunanese

Lunch in all its red splendour

Movie Time

I ♥️IMAX

In the purple

T'day

Small mercies

During winters I'd have put a thin jacket over my shoulders during this weather, funny how I just turned on the fan on its lowest settings tonight, only because I know it to be summers.

Nighttides

Nighttime and the air swirls around my face in thin tendrils of aloof incognisance to the sound of raindrop percussion's that assume different timbers of bass and depth depending on the surface they decide to splatter on.
Nighttime and the ceiling beckons my gaze, for there's fatigue caressing my body from lack of sleep and somnolence in its slovenly fashion stays a sight too far and so I resort to playing catch up between twenty two men with a ball and the fifth overhead wall.
Nighttime and irretrievable moments publish their presence within my head on billboards the size of subconscious and thus add a third dimension to tonight.
The sheer capaciousness of this multi level visualisation overwhelms me.
Nighttime and the heart is amiss.

π

Fervently ignoring
but getting loved instead
palpable guilt (as if)

¬¬

This evening invites me to dwell in its darkest recesses, inebriated, to read Neruda by candlelight.

kiss kiss

Platic Love, for when you feel corroded and need a bit of galvanization. 

hey hey oh hey

Today has been leaking from several moments, how else would one explain the sudden disappearance of this day? One moment I was stepping out in the fine day, dark and gloomy as it was, cool and dank as it was, and then just as I was beginning to fit into my garrulous mood there were rains. A downpour of the moderate kinds that though unsubstantial stays steady, somewhat of a forceful drizzle perpetual in its beliefs of coming off as rains and indeed it has because it's been near five hours and the wetness doesn't mitigate.
Add to that the perverse perseverance of the winds that refuse to as much shake the smallest leaf, so breezeless does the weather stay that even in this coolness there's a muggy emotion attached to it, that brings to memory sitting inside a cold bathtub, where the chill is wet and airless.

The invisible ache depression is now a caldera and masochist mine heart contumaciously insists on spelunking.

How I begin to erase my fingerprints on the refresh button. 

Hahaha

-Catalina
WS Maugham

Figments

Is there anything stranger than dreams?
I was so odd that I'll have to call up and tell thee, that you were riding pillion on my weird motorcycle and this isn't even the bizarre part of it all.
In HD picture quality I saw families, babies, wives, houses and there was only so much I could take.
How can dreams conjure faces so perfectly?
I woke up resentful and angry and mystified as to what just happened.
For a while I kept believing that it was all true until the reality of this Friday dawned on me.
Dreams.

Phutbol

Sleep? What do I know of z's this word cup?
It's France vs Peru tonight and I'm team Peru because underdogs.
In fact I believe this WC to belong to underdogs and well, yeah, sleep will happen sometime after the match.
Exactly 4 years ago I'd changed my entire schedule accordingly, essentially adapting a bat like lifestyle except I wasn't hanging upside down on trees, at least not that I can think of.
Do you know I was still in between wagons that time, in that I'd quit smoking but kept falling of the metaphorical wagon and throughout the entirety of the World Cup I puffed plumes of pale smoke making excuses to myself how each day would be the last, until finally I took my packet of smokes and drenched it under running tap water and disposed it off.
Funny I should remember that now, seeing how I feel like I could do with a cigarette, but you know something, I'll never let tobacco go near my lungs again. Ever!

Ah, I deviate..so yes. World Cup has driven a stake through my sleep plans, not that I'm complaining.

Disco gold

Goddamit I have a thing for 80's funk these days and this track suddenly came out of the blue and hit me square in the face, what with its electric beats, synthesiser, silvery female vocals and all round fabulous funk.

Mistakes

Have you ambitiously scratched your eye in hopes to terminate all itching with the same finger that you'd moments earlier used to handle dried chilies?
Have you?
Well, I just did and the popular consensus is that one shouldn't ever do it.

Hmmm.

I don't remember writing this and where was I going with it?
This just opens one too many distributaries.

so ok what

talking of catching up on reading ;)

hahaha, well..
I'm thinking of catching up on writing because there are things that I need put down on paper and that's not all, there are one too many things and this time I feel like I shall keep at it until it's all done and then begin with other vocations.
I had a thought that perhaps I should fry my brains and let out all that's settled in and honestly if the writing was all I was doing I'd stay stuck on this seat until I was desiccated, however life and real things like work proper and domesticities get in the way and I do sometimes want to hurl my fist covered in a couple tons of spiky iron armour and wave at all and everything in front.

Perhaps a bit of coffee?

Lunch hearts

Late Lunch because what am I if not busy procrastinating.
Here it is, multigrain roti's sandwiching chickpeas avocado and egg mixture with capsicum and suitable spices to drown the afternoon with a hearty heavy meal.

Let there be light

So freaking bright out today I can't even open my eyes.

Veggie go no?

You know that thing about procrastinating?
I can't tell you a whole lot except that today I have been procrastination going to the vegetable market.
A decision to visit the local greenery to buy essentials crossed my mind early this morning and I kept dwelling and postponing it until now when it's near noon and much too balmy to go outside.
Why do I do this to myself?
I kept making excuses and now I've run out of them, just as I have run out of tomatoes, garlic, chillies, tofu, spinach, mushrooms, capsicums, carrots, sweet potatoes, chrysanthemum greens, lotus roots, broccoli, bokchoy, lettuce..and that is in essence my shopping list.
So yes, I've run out and I need to run out, but meh, the vegetable market is a bit of a distance and the smaller one near my house is shut for some reason and I will not be able to fit all these vegetables on a cycle and there's no place to park a car which means I'll have to walk and I don't mind walking at all, on the contrary in fact and this is how I have been procrastinating .

Bedding don’ts

Say one thing about sleep say my body is five kinds of finicky. It takes into account not just everyday mundane like the weather and time but also the mattress.
Yes, I cannot get sleep if the bed or its mattress in question is even a little bit disagreeable.
The kind of mattresses that I want/need are the firm kinds which absorb your body without letting it sink in like the softer version of mimsy mattresses.
On the opposite side of the spectrum are mattresses which make you feel like you're lying on top of it, the feeling of being not one with the bed is so real that sleep doesn't come and it's always a struggle for me to find the perfect blend of firmness and comfort which is why I do a bit of DIY and line the bed with bamboo mats and thin layers of thick foams etc, which is a story for another day.
Right, so the bed here has been custom prepared to my liking and I did enjoy good sleep except the past couple days when the right side of my neck and shoulder developed a strain which I know to be a symptom of bad sleeping posture that usually only happens on beds I dislike.
Most odd, this shouldn't have happened, because the last time I got this crick was ages ago in a hotel room.
A bit of inspection revealed that that bedding under the sheets has been changed a bit in my absence, undoubtedly with good reasons to augment my comfort because I'm not a good sleeper unless I supplement myself with a particular botanical medication which is quite out of question here and I needn't talk about my age old rancor with nighttime snooze; on finding the change and knowing the cause of my odd neck/shoulder crick I was visibly riled because the pain is severe and has increased in the past couple days; this ache not to be confused with another shoulder neck pain that happened due to muscle injury while working out.
This strain in question is similar to one that happens during bad sleeping posture but not exactly and to me the root cause was staring me in the face.
Now I shall make a switch and put back things as they were under my sheets or I shall have to change beds or even switch rooms.
Yes it's that serious.
I can't sleep on a mattress not to my liking.
Gah!

Penis envy

The internet knows of my desperation?
This is a phallic plush toy squeeze pillow popping on my recommendations list and I'm still alliterating.
I might just buy it to humour this website.

Rains pains

It's the season of shedding..the cat with his fur and me with my hair.
Each night when I run a comb through my tresses the horrors that escape my mouth are translated in a bout of colourful curses.
It never stops surprising me. To this day, when I know exactly when my hair will start doing that thing they do, I still hope it never happens cuz it's a miserable sight to behold.
My hair Goddamit!

“„

Three cheers to momentary hopes that dash in disappointment. Hip hip hurry up and die.

beliefs

What is it about a verse that begins to depress and prose that immediately will suppress the irate thoughts bubbling over to the edge, suppurating wounds of wrath and distress?
Simple it is to ask, you who with duties and pain, hobbling along the shore on broken toes from the answer you'd refrain.
But write a demented ballad, broken sonnet or useless stanza. A rune without a rhyme, a cripple without a crutch evading the axioms or abstaining from truths..you would stifle in scrivener robes when poems begin to spill over. 

∞∞∞

In symmetry
in cemetery,
there's conformity
arrangement, harmony
rhythming parity

confession

I have but the singularly vast misfortune of being a sinner living with a saint and there is no penance that could wash away the errors and therefore as a countermeasure I submit my soul to faithlessness and sinning some more because atoning can only lead to more pain and that's a path I greatly despise, for had ablution been my calling I fear I'd never have transgressed. 

Drrama

Allow me to narrate a funny incident that took place during the wee hours of this morning. To say wee would be putting it mildly because it happened at exactly 3:45 am.
I was woken up by the cat's treatment of my sleeping person as a free-standing highway and he was unclear about his demands.
Suspended between dreams and reality I tried to shake off the sleep and opened the bedroom door to let him out and in a flurry of black and white fur the feline dashed out like there was an emergency recall of his favourite foods.
Being dark and near night I turned on a switch to get some semblance of my surroundings when I saw my cat running behind another cat.
What?
You read that right. There was another feline marauder in my house, eating my cat's leftovers that had been left in his bowl and so quick was this whole scene that my eyes near watered and I wondered if I'm still dreaming.
The thieving cat in question ran like he'd seen water and climbed the thin mesh that stays stuck behind window panes for formality's sake to keep out the mosquitoes, but it's rather frail in that the trespassing cat's momentum was able to dislodge it and it fell to the ground outside along with the cat.
Of course, nothing happened because I'm on the first floor but the whole point is that we had a furry thief in our midst and he got away.
My darling furball obviously incensed by this intrusion didn't much listen to me and ran after the robber via balcony but he was long gone and so was my sleep.
It's not every day you see creatures of the night basking in your house and scurrying all over. It isn't frightening but enough to startle the dreams out of your eyeballs.
Well, my cat returned empty clawed and I thanked him for coming back in one piece by feeding him because I was able to discern the size of the burglar by his ability to dislodge the wire mesh.

How on earth did another cat get into my house? That is the question, and one glance towards the open balcony doors was enough to answer because it had been purposefully left open so as to enable the cat to let himself out anytime he pleased; what was not taken into account was the fact that what let's one out also allows others to come in and that is exactly what happened.

Sleep by that time had been easily trumped by befuddlement and it was with contemplating pursed lips that I made my way towards the kitchen.
Seeing how I'm awake so early, one must make the most of it and I did make a lot of breakfast and delicious lunch.
Finding my way back under sheets around 5:30 am I soon found residual snooze loitering near my pillow and as beige as it was I let it soak my eyes for a while.

Showers

The weather gods are being awfully kind today, if you discount the incoming humidity due to these rains that is.

Nightlight

Burn baby

I've been gifted a homemade candle by my littlest friends and it's so pretty I'm afraid I shan't ever use it.

Futbowl

Leave it to Asians to suck at football but even so, Go Japan!

Furry looks

Probably the only time when my cat looks up to me and I down on him.

rainsmanrains

One moment it is phosphorescent bright and high noon, torrid fieriness, sultry fever, and suddenly the world gets swallowed by thick darkness, the sort that nights refuse to mirror, sunshine liquidates into a thick carpet of falling gloom..and here it is now, the sky pouring sheets of heavy dew..a torrent deluge.

yon

When all I can possibly do to feel intimate with you is listen to all those songs you said were great, read all the words you assured were sure to dilate..my eyes, in between lines I bookmark moments with a kiss, scroll down with a smile, open gates in a stolen part of my atomized universe still untouched, unpulverized; oh the bliss, scattered in a rapture of creased sheets under which I often hide during each dawn of remembrance, my every second of awareness. 

The morning

Strange how when you're away your brain selectively dissolves those moments of awkward discomfort that you've always disliked and begrudgingly performed. Case in point the morning routine of waking really early and preparing breakfast and packing lunch.
My mind was unable to register the nuisance caused by the alarm sometime before six and it was with a gentle tap of my cats paw who needed food that I was able to shake myself out of vacation mode and thrust full throttle into domestic dreariness.
Around seven in the morning the bed beckoned again and much against my inclination to plop horizontally on the bed I found myself doing exactly the same with darling cat in tow and together we made the most of our siesta for the next couple hours. Whaddya know?
Late again.
Waking late isn't painful, it's the realisation of all the pending tasks getting postponed by those many hours that makes the ultimate wound and what am I if not full of bruises these days?
So here I am.
Plucking covers off my couch and cushions to plunge into washing machine apart from wiping settled dust from the surface of this house.
The lunch shall be a meal of leftovers, one that I'm not particularly looking forward to but one must persevere.
It'll take me a while to get back into the flow of things but once I do, I shall be a stream meandering into an orderly pattern of everyday life.
Ah, the sighs I exude my darling.

Memo

Nighttime and desperate urges
blindfolded in a cave
groping with fingertips
amnesiac fingerprints
a locus point where
discernment and desire merges
in vain locate, learn, run out of luck
dig up lost moans
songs holed in orgasm tombs
glory be those gasps
pleasure squeals
giggling rasps
that're now just forgotten dirges.

Weigh ins

To say that I had the shock of my life would be a bit of an overstatement because it was shocking in a way that it was unexpected. I was to put it more accurately dumbfounded, because after having avoided the existence of my weighing machine for the past few days I finally put myself on it, and though weighing machines are never that accurate a representation of weights and health as such I just wanted to know the damages my body had incurred and surprises shall never cease because I near stared wide eyed at my weight that was lost be nearly 2 kilos, and that after a month of excesses and light Pilates workout only.

In an ideal word that would put a smile on anyone's face, but mine was marred by confusion and sadness because I knew the loss was mostly because I'd lost my gains and losing muscles is never encouraging.
Yes there is still some definition but I know where I've lost the tautness and replaced it with some fat.
What does that mean?
Only that I'll have to resume my regime in a couple days or else it'll drive me hella mad.
Yes it'll take a few weeks before I get back to lifting and strength as before but I need to start it all asap, and the more I think about it the more I feel like unfolding my exercise mat and battering my body all over it's surface until my form goes back to its original shape and my weight to its original numbers.

Will, where art thou?

Zongzi plain and with red beans+ a vial of honey

Duanwu festival

I may have mentioned how today is the Dragon boat festival here in China and there's a very special dish prepared during this festival called zongzi, which is sticky rice with or without fillings wrapped in lotus leaves (usually) and steamed, which is then eaten with honey (if the filling is just sticky rice and or red beans), however this part of China usually has dessert style zongzi.
How does it taste?
The aroma of the leaves that this filling has been steamed in infuses the zongzi or sticky rice dumpling as some foreigners call it with its unique flavours and to someone who isn't aware of Chinese style foods and tastes it might catch them unawares, not unpleasant by any length but surely a bit different, since most zongzi's don't have any assertive flavours and having them dipped in honey really does enhance their taste; it is an acquired taste and when eaten in the spirit of this festival it tends to lend a different hue to each mouthful which one might not otherwise feel on any mundane day.
My very benevolent Chinese friends sent me a lovely plateful of these Zongzi's and I must say the homemade version is both earthy and delicious.

Nooo

with grave dissatisfaction I confess that I was up watching the football matches till late last night.
That is not the dissatisfying part, on the contrary. It was a wonderful almost surprising and electric match between Mexico and Germany in which Mexico won, it was the aftermath of the match in the privacy of my bedroom that left me joyless this morning because after having went off to sleep sometimes after 2:00am I ended up waking up at..uh..gasp.. 10:30 am .
What?
Yes. Gods it was horrible and to think I was under the illusion that it was still eight, which it was in another time zone.
I'd still have made peace has it been nine or something but ten thirty is late even by late standards.
Might as well just sleep a bit longer and wake up the next day then.
But yes, I'm not proud, in fact I'm almost disconsolate and to make up for this folly I cooked up a nice big lunch so it doesn't feel like I'm lagging behind on this day.
But seriously 10:30?? What gives?

Wc

I am team Mexico.
Yes I am.

--/

Who me?
Trawling for football world cup tickets. Maybe the stars will align and there will be another long weekend.
Maybe.

Ups date

Whaddya know, It's a long weekend, courtesy dragon boat festival which is why empty roads so beguiling lead to madly infested malls and shopping complexes, two of my favourite things to love like the plague, and had it not been for an impromptu raid on a superstore for much needed groceries I'd have been an ostrich with my head in the mud, or house..however one likes to put it, but house actually, cuz there's not a speck of mud in my casa.

Convo

Did you go to the gym even once while I was gone?

Yes, I did. Once.

Made up

This seems to be a problem.
I honestly need to curate my makeup space because it's getting a bit out of hand.
I need a triple tier storage contraption to utilise all the area and perhaps even get rid of some makeup (like that's ever gonna happen) but seriously, I need to do something about this, not only because it needs to look cleaner but also because there are times when I can't find that one lipstick I've been dying to wear because it's hidden behind another. No. This can't be.

Everyone’s grocery shopping

Today

Flower power

Small mercies

Homies

Home is where the cat is

Mummy needs quaaludes

I'd personally like to torture this woman by making her watch good food, real food, one that has some meaning instead of the birdbrained recipes she prepares that clearly look like they've been created by a knuckle headed backstage cook or bad fiction writer; iced with an unsmart narration and nearly forced paycheck groping anchor that is this woman, whom I'd love to torture by making her watch good food..

Zigzag

Faith is one thing, being loyal is entirely another.

Nyah

Come at me Life.
Hug me with your talons and rake scars across my chest and back that I shall proceed to continuously dig while begging for mercy at the same time.
A little paradoxical ball of whims and needs, desires, fancies and desperation.
Kiss me now.
The earth beneath shifts and cracks, tortures into convulsions of disastrous wrecks before welcoming into its womb.

Overreach

Dreaming of calculus without even knowing the table of two.

()

River Monsters IS my jam

—/—

The kind of day where you could be drinking gallons of water and still manage to stay parched.

toxin

What is up with today?
This city looks positively poisonous.

And now

Animate

Castlevania on Netflix.
Didn't much think of ever watching it until I found myself high and wanting an anime anything when I thought, well, why not?
It's an anime and there are vampires obviously..so why not.
Five minutes in and I thought it speeding at a pace I found riveting and soon after the casting song realized that it was written by Warren Ellis and wondered if I shouldn't seriously consider watching it.
One episode in and my interest is piqued and here I am, on the second.
Will it be as good as my heart wants me to believe it or will my cynicism about Americans sucking at anime prove right (cuz honestly it might be based on a Japanese video game, but that doesn't mean anything).

Juvenile thrills

Yes

Mercy fucks

Dinner plans

Prayers

Rains n highways

-

To talk about something I feel so deep would be trifling with it, disrespecting it.

?

Is it the loss or is it the inability to come to terms with it?

.’.

Hi, how are you?
How high are you?

Mudlsling

It's difficult to believe how disassociated with dirt I am, living in Shanghai, because here, what with garden and farm and a small yard all that has things being cultivated, weeded, chopped and watered I wallow in mud and thorns.
The only time I know dirt back in moi casa overseas is when I do a bit of potting, aerating and watering my little kitchen garden and that's like comparing the sun to a candle, the candle, of course, being my tiny kitchen/balcony garden..so and so.

Gah!!

Twenty minutes of shower plus an hour of scrutiny in the mirror because all of a sudden there is fat in places that weren't .
One long month long holiday and that's an excuse because I lacked discipline this time.
Most holidays I work out whereas this time around I did the exact opposite. Slob out that is.

Argh

I've grown to detest wearing clothes nowadays

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My current retro read

Today