Sunday, 30 June 2019
Misses
If there weren't a socially constructed damn built around me I'd have flooded all over right now.
Munch
Who me?
Out eating overpriced brunch at a generically overpriced hipster western restaurant because there are some 'veg' options here.
Also because I love eating brunch and western style restaurant are almost always overpriced here.
Out eating overpriced brunch at a generically overpriced hipster western restaurant because there are some 'veg' options here.
Also because I love eating brunch and western style restaurant are almost always overpriced here.
Argh!!
Day 3 of non stop rains.
Humidity at an all time high makes my hair look and feel like a large nest, my skin crawls with the wetness if all things and I can't stand to be near anything wet, like a wet floor or sink after washing dishes or anything that has water droplet stuck on its surface .
I need to be somewhere dry.
Humidity at an all time high makes my hair look and feel like a large nest, my skin crawls with the wetness if all things and I can't stand to be near anything wet, like a wet floor or sink after washing dishes or anything that has water droplet stuck on its surface .
I need to be somewhere dry.
Saturday, 29 June 2019
Complaints
The neighbours downstairs have half their domestic life spilling out onto the entrance and then further down on the frontside of their house right on the compound roads.
This is my cat tying to keep away from their dog by taking the high seat on their shoes and what not.
ºººº
I'm so bored today!
Not something I often say.
I could go out for a walk but it's raining and I feel like breaking things.
Not something I often say.
I could go out for a walk but it's raining and I feel like breaking things.
aha!!
Some wonderful person has obsessively scrolled through my food blog pages and spent a couple hours liking posts that date back aeons.
I think it's fun to just stare at food pictures.
I mean I've done that too.
I think it's fun to just stare at food pictures.
I mean I've done that too.
all set
I hear the cicada's beginning to warm up.
Readying their bodies to chitter and chant.
Summers are truly here in a way that it's going to get noisy and hot!
Oh, the heat I don't mind but the humidity±!! Please, no gods! NO!
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this was a post from yesterday still sitting on my desktop and perhaps I didn't send publish which is strange but not irregular.
Readying their bodies to chitter and chant.
Summers are truly here in a way that it's going to get noisy and hot!
Oh, the heat I don't mind but the humidity±!! Please, no gods! NO!
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this was a post from yesterday still sitting on my desktop and perhaps I didn't send publish which is strange but not irregular.
Can’t breathe
Today has taken a turn for the worst!
Suddenly it's hot and that's not the problem because heat is alright.
Beaches are fun when they're warm, sand is lovely when it's hot and I have no aversion to heat but it's the mugginess, the stifling humidity, the suffocating moisture in the air that kills me.
I just don't know how to deal with it.
It feels like I'm sitting in a steamed room which is full of liquid heat and it's crawling all over my body.
This weather only gets worse and I'm going to crib about it all the time.
Suddenly it's hot and that's not the problem because heat is alright.
Beaches are fun when they're warm, sand is lovely when it's hot and I have no aversion to heat but it's the mugginess, the stifling humidity, the suffocating moisture in the air that kills me.
I just don't know how to deal with it.
It feels like I'm sitting in a steamed room which is full of liquid heat and it's crawling all over my body.
This weather only gets worse and I'm going to crib about it all the time.
Friday, 28 June 2019
Crosses
It's been thousands of years and Jesus has still not come down the crucifix!
Take him down already.
It's painful to watch a man hung up, nailed on the cross, bleeding with thorns stuck in his head just hanging up there and people kneel in front of him and pray.
I mean the man is in pain.
What's with religion?
Sometimes I just don't get it.
Take him down already.
It's painful to watch a man hung up, nailed on the cross, bleeding with thorns stuck in his head just hanging up there and people kneel in front of him and pray.
I mean the man is in pain.
What's with religion?
Sometimes I just don't get it.
irks and ire
I'm not the one to complain, absolutely not, but there is a slight annoyance that's growing into major irritation and it's got to do with my neighbours downstairs.
They have a dog whom they often leave on a leash long enough to circle this entire city of Shanghai and he's tied outside for the most part of the day leaving him free to go about as he pleases and bark at unsuspecting cats to the point of chasing and even fighting with them and this poses a bit of a problem, well quite a few problems.
A shorter leash would limit his capabilities and keep him from coming under cars that frequent that area since there's also a parking space, not two feet from where he sits and it's difficult to manoeuvre a car while that dog is around because it's easy for him to prance about and come under the tyres.
Moreover, his long leash renders him capable of running around the entrance area of this building right up to the stairs that are inside the building and maul cats who use those stairs to come home, and this is a growing concern vis-a-vis my cat.
I was in the bath today when I heard faint noises of a madly barking dog followed by faint screaming sounds of a terrorized cat which made me run out of the bathroom in a bathrobe to hear the ruckus better and looking out of the window I saw only the green leash of the dog and the way it curved inwards was enough to indicate that the dog had come inside the building.
Donning my clothes while still dripping I saw my darling cat Gogi engaged in a serious confrontation with the dog right at the entrance of the building.
The cat wanted to come in and the dog wouldn't let him by way of steadily barking and trying to pounce my cat which infuriated me no ends.
To leap in the midst of the tussle and grab my feline was for me the work of moments and I bared my teeth at the dog who now barked and I made back to the house.
My cat was lightly scratched with no injuries but looked shaken and that I cursed the dog and his owners freely would be an understatement.
I don't know how to rectify this situation since the neighbours downstairs are my very dear friends' good friends and I don't want to be in that circus.
Perhaps if I keep the entrance door of this building locked this situation wouldn't arise or possible it may get even worse.
There is another concern regarding the road outside of their house which they've encroached upon to dump their useless junk.
Things that didn't fit into their house like a very long workman table, old air conditioning units and a very long tarp rolled into a thick roll. All this scrap has been laying outside eating dust for the past year, through the winters and every rain.
For sure it's reduced to detritus and it eats up the huge space on the road which earlier allowed two cars to park and now that garbage keeps cars from getting parked in that space.
And in fact, it poses such a problem each time one needs to reverse a car from the parking space because people park their cars at odd angles because of the detritus which in turn blocks other cars and it's most vexatious.
There is a strict policy of 'let's not bother others' that people here follow and the small annoyances are usually ignored and I am a huge subscriber to the policy but only when it's followed by everyone in turn.
This issue is now aggravating me to the point that I might just go downstairs and knock on their door.
But if the building management isn't saying anything regarding their trash on the roads than how can I?
But surely I can discuss the whole dog issue with them, right?
Ugh!!
I'm upset and angry.
They have a dog whom they often leave on a leash long enough to circle this entire city of Shanghai and he's tied outside for the most part of the day leaving him free to go about as he pleases and bark at unsuspecting cats to the point of chasing and even fighting with them and this poses a bit of a problem, well quite a few problems.
A shorter leash would limit his capabilities and keep him from coming under cars that frequent that area since there's also a parking space, not two feet from where he sits and it's difficult to manoeuvre a car while that dog is around because it's easy for him to prance about and come under the tyres.
Moreover, his long leash renders him capable of running around the entrance area of this building right up to the stairs that are inside the building and maul cats who use those stairs to come home, and this is a growing concern vis-a-vis my cat.
I was in the bath today when I heard faint noises of a madly barking dog followed by faint screaming sounds of a terrorized cat which made me run out of the bathroom in a bathrobe to hear the ruckus better and looking out of the window I saw only the green leash of the dog and the way it curved inwards was enough to indicate that the dog had come inside the building.
Donning my clothes while still dripping I saw my darling cat Gogi engaged in a serious confrontation with the dog right at the entrance of the building.
The cat wanted to come in and the dog wouldn't let him by way of steadily barking and trying to pounce my cat which infuriated me no ends.
To leap in the midst of the tussle and grab my feline was for me the work of moments and I bared my teeth at the dog who now barked and I made back to the house.
My cat was lightly scratched with no injuries but looked shaken and that I cursed the dog and his owners freely would be an understatement.
I don't know how to rectify this situation since the neighbours downstairs are my very dear friends' good friends and I don't want to be in that circus.
Perhaps if I keep the entrance door of this building locked this situation wouldn't arise or possible it may get even worse.
There is another concern regarding the road outside of their house which they've encroached upon to dump their useless junk.
Things that didn't fit into their house like a very long workman table, old air conditioning units and a very long tarp rolled into a thick roll. All this scrap has been laying outside eating dust for the past year, through the winters and every rain.
For sure it's reduced to detritus and it eats up the huge space on the road which earlier allowed two cars to park and now that garbage keeps cars from getting parked in that space.
And in fact, it poses such a problem each time one needs to reverse a car from the parking space because people park their cars at odd angles because of the detritus which in turn blocks other cars and it's most vexatious.
There is a strict policy of 'let's not bother others' that people here follow and the small annoyances are usually ignored and I am a huge subscriber to the policy but only when it's followed by everyone in turn.
This issue is now aggravating me to the point that I might just go downstairs and knock on their door.
But if the building management isn't saying anything regarding their trash on the roads than how can I?
But surely I can discuss the whole dog issue with them, right?
Ugh!!
I'm upset and angry.
Friday churn game
Didn't like how I felt upon waking up this morning that is to say sleepy, so I went through the usual and went back to bed to sleep for another half an hour.
Can't say it didn't work because now I don't feel sleepy anymore but only sore in the spots that I'd worked out yesterday and perhaps today only calls for a long slow yoga day because somehow I don't find myself in a mental state fit for exercising.
As usual last night I crawled under the sheets, reeling from the after affects of anti allergens and slept broken because I have two cats and they're not too interested in sleeping at night.
Friday and I have some work piled up, also a blog that needs posting which is still stuck somewhere between drafts and upload because slow internet and then there's the question if Friday should be given any special treatments and be celebrated or should one just let it pass?
I'm all for celebration all the time but sadly I have no one else interested in doing the same.
The couch turns into a relaxation orgy and releases some sort of glue that keeps the people's sitting on it stuck for the weekend.
It's most strange really!
A banana, a cup of tea.. no a mug of tea because it's Friday and I can add a little more sugar to my diet and I'll be in uplifted spirits.
Who knows I'll find a spring in my step and eventually HIIT but who am I kidding?
Vinayasa it is.
Can't say it didn't work because now I don't feel sleepy anymore but only sore in the spots that I'd worked out yesterday and perhaps today only calls for a long slow yoga day because somehow I don't find myself in a mental state fit for exercising.
As usual last night I crawled under the sheets, reeling from the after affects of anti allergens and slept broken because I have two cats and they're not too interested in sleeping at night.
Friday and I have some work piled up, also a blog that needs posting which is still stuck somewhere between drafts and upload because slow internet and then there's the question if Friday should be given any special treatments and be celebrated or should one just let it pass?
I'm all for celebration all the time but sadly I have no one else interested in doing the same.
The couch turns into a relaxation orgy and releases some sort of glue that keeps the people's sitting on it stuck for the weekend.
It's most strange really!
A banana, a cup of tea.. no a mug of tea because it's Friday and I can add a little more sugar to my diet and I'll be in uplifted spirits.
Who knows I'll find a spring in my step and eventually HIIT but who am I kidding?
Vinayasa it is.
Thursday, 27 June 2019
Customs
It's a Parsi funeral ceremony wherein the dead are taken to a tower of silence (Dakman) to be eaten by crows and vultures.
Beep bop
The internet is so slow I can't get the pictures on my food blog to upload! That's how ghastly my day is going.
How about you?
How about you?
yeah
How fun are anti-allergy meds?
I slept all night last night and if the dreams are anything to go by then I'll have them the rest of my life, however these are meant to last only 5 days.
I'll take what I got!
I slept all night last night and if the dreams are anything to go by then I'll have them the rest of my life, however these are meant to last only 5 days.
I'll take what I got!
Ever ready
Do you not hate super put together people who're always on top of their game and doing everything better than others and know exactly what needs be done with their journals and note pads and daily time tables and what not!
I mean it's just a bit unfair and maybe it's all a bit of put on.
I mean perhaps you once go to their house and find them in their sweat pants, hair in a messy bun, cat hair stuck over their person, camera in hand, clicking photographs of food and a silent pool of coffee forgotten on a table. I'd love that!
I mean it's just a bit unfair and maybe it's all a bit of put on.
I mean perhaps you once go to their house and find them in their sweat pants, hair in a messy bun, cat hair stuck over their person, camera in hand, clicking photographs of food and a silent pool of coffee forgotten on a table. I'd love that!
Monster fight
Coal skies scrawled with blood red clouds that sparked with blue lights each time a robotic hand oddly made of sinewy flesh tried to strike a hovering a large jet black bird with steel wings.
The bird evaded each attack, red light pouring out of the mech hand trying to strike the flying blackened steel animal with every ferocity until the red strikes finally found their mark and the almost falcon like bird crashed down on the ground making a small dent.
A tiny rover, the size of a regular encyclopaedia thrust out its whirring mechanical arms with the surprising nimbleness that organic tissues and muscles create and wrenched the small heart out of the now dead falcon that had fought so hard to live.
Its wings made of steel, the beak lined with titanium plated fangs, neck a mass of wires entangled with a system of veins the dead bird felt no pain as the tiny heart left its enormous body.
Pink with small bits of micro sensors and chips the heart lay still as the rover spoke quietly in clicking sounds. 'It's yours now'
Standing above was a large piece of machinery with long black tresses that seemed to leak motor oil.
Its feet were opened in places and blood leaked out from spaces where bolts had come undone.
This was the beast that had felled this large falcon and it stood staring at the heart.
sound of bones popping and metal clanging the large victor slowly bent down and lightly licked the dead birds heart.
'Will that be enough ?' The machine's voice cracked out.
The rover whirred back into attention. 'You have to take a small bite in order to be able to assume this creature's power' it said looking at the now disgusted and battle worn machinery.
A faint sound of scrunch emanated from under the large head of black hair that left streaks of motor oil reside in the ground and the heart seemed to have lost a tiny flake of itself.
'This should be enough' the rover spoke with satisfaction and that was the end of my dream this morning.
The bird evaded each attack, red light pouring out of the mech hand trying to strike the flying blackened steel animal with every ferocity until the red strikes finally found their mark and the almost falcon like bird crashed down on the ground making a small dent.
A tiny rover, the size of a regular encyclopaedia thrust out its whirring mechanical arms with the surprising nimbleness that organic tissues and muscles create and wrenched the small heart out of the now dead falcon that had fought so hard to live.
Its wings made of steel, the beak lined with titanium plated fangs, neck a mass of wires entangled with a system of veins the dead bird felt no pain as the tiny heart left its enormous body.
Pink with small bits of micro sensors and chips the heart lay still as the rover spoke quietly in clicking sounds. 'It's yours now'
Standing above was a large piece of machinery with long black tresses that seemed to leak motor oil.
Its feet were opened in places and blood leaked out from spaces where bolts had come undone.
This was the beast that had felled this large falcon and it stood staring at the heart.
sound of bones popping and metal clanging the large victor slowly bent down and lightly licked the dead birds heart.
'Will that be enough ?' The machine's voice cracked out.
The rover whirred back into attention. 'You have to take a small bite in order to be able to assume this creature's power' it said looking at the now disgusted and battle worn machinery.
A faint sound of scrunch emanated from under the large head of black hair that left streaks of motor oil reside in the ground and the heart seemed to have lost a tiny flake of itself.
'This should be enough' the rover spoke with satisfaction and that was the end of my dream this morning.
Wednesday, 26 June 2019
Guilty secrets
I like reality shows of fat people.
You might recall my love for one specific such show on TLC called 'my big fat fabulous life' and now currently I'm watching a show called 'secret eaters', which is fun in that similar way that makes it entertaining to watch morbidly obese people spiral while trying to cope up with their lives and maybe sometimes making their lives better and sometimes getting defensive.
Also this show talks a lot about health and wellness and how one should eat and how people tend to furtively feed in secret without realising they're adding calories and thusly piling on the pounds.
You might recall my love for one specific such show on TLC called 'my big fat fabulous life' and now currently I'm watching a show called 'secret eaters', which is fun in that similar way that makes it entertaining to watch morbidly obese people spiral while trying to cope up with their lives and maybe sometimes making their lives better and sometimes getting defensive.
Also this show talks a lot about health and wellness and how one should eat and how people tend to furtively feed in secret without realising they're adding calories and thusly piling on the pounds.
Psssta
Whole wheat pasta is just not as good as regular pasta, nor is lentil or pea or any other pasta that's made of any other ingredient other than refined flour and semolina because everything else just doesn't have that bounce and they're too crumbly and after a bowl of spinach pesto whole wheat pasta I realised I can't do this anymore ever again.
now what?
A bundle of anti-allergens and a strict order to avoid foods that may cause this issue which isn't a food group but a particular element in foods.
I can't say what it is but each time I have eaten something with synthetic vinegar in it I have ended up feeling discomforted and rashy.
It's not citric foods because lemon or apple cider vinegar that I have each morning don't affect me but a stir fry apparently does.
I'm at a loss and now I'll have to rethink my entire eating pattern again.
A careful process of elimination and observation is where it is at.
I'm so angry with my body.
I can't say what it is but each time I have eaten something with synthetic vinegar in it I have ended up feeling discomforted and rashy.
It's not citric foods because lemon or apple cider vinegar that I have each morning don't affect me but a stir fry apparently does.
I'm at a loss and now I'll have to rethink my entire eating pattern again.
A careful process of elimination and observation is where it is at.
I'm so angry with my body.
Allergens.
If someone had told me that I'd be at the hospital yet again for something similar to why I was here last I'd have killed that person but as things go I'm here yet again.
Nothing as serious as last time but I have a similar issue in my throat and though the worst I think is over I need a goddamn consultation and a permanent solution to this problem.
An allergy isn't just enough to go by because almost everything delicious has some amount of sourness in it and last night I had the exact same food which I'd earlier eaten in the morning of yesterday (shrimp stir fry) except it brought about tiny bumps and rashes on my throat and chest and how on earth could this have happened when none of this sort happened in the afternoon of the same day with the same food.
This morning the rashes and bumps disappeared barring a few faint ones and I hauled them all with myself and hailed a passing cab and now I sit typing and waiting for a doctor.
I mean it's not serious and all..I finished an entire circuit of upper body and yoga before getting to this point but each minute of that workout was distracted.
I kept staring at my arms to notice anything new, kept feeling the back of my throat to find a new bump and even ate some pickle with my breakfast to see if the issue appears again which it didn't and now I'm bothered because I can't pinpoint exactly what triggers it.
Nothing as serious as last time but I have a similar issue in my throat and though the worst I think is over I need a goddamn consultation and a permanent solution to this problem.
An allergy isn't just enough to go by because almost everything delicious has some amount of sourness in it and last night I had the exact same food which I'd earlier eaten in the morning of yesterday (shrimp stir fry) except it brought about tiny bumps and rashes on my throat and chest and how on earth could this have happened when none of this sort happened in the afternoon of the same day with the same food.
This morning the rashes and bumps disappeared barring a few faint ones and I hauled them all with myself and hailed a passing cab and now I sit typing and waiting for a doctor.
I mean it's not serious and all..I finished an entire circuit of upper body and yoga before getting to this point but each minute of that workout was distracted.
I kept staring at my arms to notice anything new, kept feeling the back of my throat to find a new bump and even ate some pickle with my breakfast to see if the issue appears again which it didn't and now I'm bothered because I can't pinpoint exactly what triggers it.
Tuesday, 25 June 2019
Bubble pop
Sleep comes in ebony stones of blood, glinting feathery and frothy cool tides wading in a gentle simmer of liquid asks determined by orange sheets of supple glaze, like glass satin cracking at the dawn of tomorrow, brazen gold with streaks of petals escaping a bud of light in the creases of iron shades that sink in the shallows grooves of digging nails.
Plunger
Nighttime and the stars do their thing
peeling at my skin
circling eye sockets
To get a peek within
aches held hostage
by inert reasoning
impulses skinned alive
resolves flayed thin
peeling at my skin
circling eye sockets
To get a peek within
aches held hostage
by inert reasoning
impulses skinned alive
resolves flayed thin
Understanding
It's a learning curve because even the angles differ greatly and I'm trying to figure it out.
Kill this program
Here we are again
on the couch post dinner
our nightly Mecca, a part of the drill
the hypotenuse of daily pattern
to sit and "chill"
until someone slumps into zzz's
Nodding off before the clock hits 180°
shrug and agree
the day has been long, that it's been dreadful
yes indeed!
on the couch post dinner
our nightly Mecca, a part of the drill
the hypotenuse of daily pattern
to sit and "chill"
until someone slumps into zzz's
Nodding off before the clock hits 180°
shrug and agree
the day has been long, that it's been dreadful
yes indeed!
Lunch deal
Tuesday tattle
Tuesday! Absolutely feels like it because I woke up far too early and then reminded myself that it's too early I slept again and failed to wake up on time after that and thusly a small string of chores stood by waiting to get done all the while I slept.
Not that I was too late in my waking game but the clock was near 7:00 and that meant I was an hour late and so everything's got pushed back.
Well, no skin off my nose because I was able to complete a few things in time and the rest more negligible sorts of aches, like dusting can be taken care of tomorrow and now I sit nursing a mug of lemon water, figuring out today's workout and deciding on recipes for the book.
Speaking of morning what's the plan love?
where do travels take thee?
Not that I was too late in my waking game but the clock was near 7:00 and that meant I was an hour late and so everything's got pushed back.
Well, no skin off my nose because I was able to complete a few things in time and the rest more negligible sorts of aches, like dusting can be taken care of tomorrow and now I sit nursing a mug of lemon water, figuring out today's workout and deciding on recipes for the book.
Speaking of morning what's the plan love?
where do travels take thee?
Monday, 24 June 2019
audi and work
Who me?
listening to a new audiobook while I finish the last leg of my drawing before proceeding on to editing work on some pictures and then some writing on the other blog because heavens I have neglected it!
The new audiobook is 'Caine black knife' and I'm excited to hear it would be understating the matter because I'm absolutely dying to hear it, immerse in the experience..you know..
listening to a new audiobook while I finish the last leg of my drawing before proceeding on to editing work on some pictures and then some writing on the other blog because heavens I have neglected it!
The new audiobook is 'Caine black knife' and I'm excited to hear it would be understating the matter because I'm absolutely dying to hear it, immerse in the experience..you know..
Lunch log
Monday lame
Monday came too soon and I dislike the fact that I barely tossed in my sleep and sat staring at a string of weekdays.
The weekend was something of a fizzle, in that I can best describe it by the imagery of a balloon leaking out air, and the coming couple months will be tight because the neighbours are leaving for their native country for summer holidays and I'll take care of their dogs for that while which isn't something I mind at all but I know it can shorten my days by feeding into the time as they'll need to be walked and fed along with the couple cats I already have.
It's going to be a bit of a petting zoo situation.
Also, since summer holidays have begun, I realise how much as an adult I hate this concept; my friends' kids have taken to swarming my house every evening, ransacking it of candies and my hour of contentment, which is the time I take to myself after having gotten out of my workspace and before cooking dinner. It's a sacred moment for me, that short hour in which I recuperate and assemble for the evening ahead, also that time I do a bit of visual content consumption and the last thing I want is children and their chatter and their incessant petting of my cats who in turn get annoyed and hide.
It's not that I dislike kids but I run out of excitement and conversations if I see them every day for hours and why on earth aren't they playing with kids their own age is beyond me?
Actually I'm their playtime extended after they're done with playing or riding bikes with other kids.
Uhh.
Right, Monday then.
What's happening today.
A cup of tea for right now and some hearts that sail across winds and waves..kisses.
The weekend was something of a fizzle, in that I can best describe it by the imagery of a balloon leaking out air, and the coming couple months will be tight because the neighbours are leaving for their native country for summer holidays and I'll take care of their dogs for that while which isn't something I mind at all but I know it can shorten my days by feeding into the time as they'll need to be walked and fed along with the couple cats I already have.
It's going to be a bit of a petting zoo situation.
Also, since summer holidays have begun, I realise how much as an adult I hate this concept; my friends' kids have taken to swarming my house every evening, ransacking it of candies and my hour of contentment, which is the time I take to myself after having gotten out of my workspace and before cooking dinner. It's a sacred moment for me, that short hour in which I recuperate and assemble for the evening ahead, also that time I do a bit of visual content consumption and the last thing I want is children and their chatter and their incessant petting of my cats who in turn get annoyed and hide.
It's not that I dislike kids but I run out of excitement and conversations if I see them every day for hours and why on earth aren't they playing with kids their own age is beyond me?
Actually I'm their playtime extended after they're done with playing or riding bikes with other kids.
Uhh.
Right, Monday then.
What's happening today.
A cup of tea for right now and some hearts that sail across winds and waves..kisses.
Sunday, 23 June 2019
Meal deal
If I could have a platter of food so pretty and delicious every day I'd be so happy not to mention nutritious.
Saturday, 22 June 2019
Whoa!!
Had anyone ever told me that wasabi would be a deadly combo with cream cheese I'd have screamed in disbelief as I do now because by the heavens it is delicious!!
Friday, 21 June 2019
Carry me
I have binge watched nonsensical videos on YouTube because my brain cells are not coherent and non functional, moreover two baileys down the hatch and I feel sleepy and yet don't want to sleep because it's not nearly as late but apparently it is and everyone in the house save me is asleep.
The limbs are fatigued, the mind is numbed, fingers are sore and tomorrow comes any moment now.
What will it be tomorrow I wonder and I don't want to.
Somebody carry me to bed.
I've yet to wash my face, comb, brush, change, moisturise and am absolutely in no mood to do either of the mentioned.
The rituals I find myself enslaved to are tedious and sometimes I wonder why do I do this to myself?
The limbs are fatigued, the mind is numbed, fingers are sore and tomorrow comes any moment now.
What will it be tomorrow I wonder and I don't want to.
Somebody carry me to bed.
I've yet to wash my face, comb, brush, change, moisturise and am absolutely in no mood to do either of the mentioned.
The rituals I find myself enslaved to are tedious and sometimes I wonder why do I do this to myself?
Blaze
The only thing that makes lesser sense than a South Indian movie is another South Indian movie.
argh!
So I've finished the audiobook but not the drawing.
I mean come on!!
However, there's only a little bit that remains to be done and for that I'm happy.
I've planned a rather laborious and delicious Middle Eastern menu for tonight and I'd better get on with that,.
I mean come on!!
However, there's only a little bit that remains to be done and for that I'm happy.
I've planned a rather laborious and delicious Middle Eastern menu for tonight and I'd better get on with that,.
Lunch munch
Thursday, 20 June 2019
Koln
The night comes washing on a starlit wave of decomposing moons as they flurry about in pink coloured streaks of leftover sun ravaged by nights inking their way in a slithering tattoo, smoking out daydreams, igniting feelings that stay stowed away in dark grottos of whispering silence navigating after drops of mercuric shadows assemble to a pinpoint caress on our tips.
Kisses
Nighttime and the ribs crack open
to sound off a drumroll
before a heartbeat
speaks your name
to sound off a drumroll
before a heartbeat
speaks your name
Mea culpa
Re my previous post this movie 'game' is unwatchable!
It's horribly made, the screenplay makes no sense and what on earth is going on?
I can't follow the story line whatsoever.
It's horribly made, the screenplay makes no sense and what on earth is going on?
I can't follow the story line whatsoever.
I know it to be
So there's a Hindi movie on tv called 'game' and one glance and I know it to be something redolent if Agatha Christies's 'and then there were none'.
Now all I gotta do is watch it and know for sure and watch it I will cuz mystery.
Now all I gotta do is watch it and know for sure and watch it I will cuz mystery.
Dreary lovely
Can't say I hate this weather.
It's cool, nostalgic and comfortable.
Catalicious
These little darlings keep me on my toes and often times at the edge of my nerves but by heavens they're lovely in a way that cats tend to be.
Often times unconcerned, mostly apathetic but they have a way to let you know you're their world.
In the morn
Morning time and the clock shows 8:18, perhaps some time will pass by the time I finish this entry but let me tell you about how I found bed and collapsed in it last night.
One moment I was writing something witty here and the next I got busy with usual feline stuff after which I had a bit of cleaning up after and then suddenly I was groping for my bed and snoozing like a rock.
On any given ordinary day my waking cycle is 6:00am-11:00pm with no naps in between because it's a well documented fact that I can't figure out naps, nor can I take them and it happens just twice or thrice a year when my body needs an afternoon sleep and for that I'm glad because I can't understand sleeping in afternoons.
Sometimes I find no sleep between the sheets, tossing and weeping and sometimes like last night I was near shoved on my face and woke up only to a lingering dream in the morning.
It was a nice dream too.
Nonsensical but it was a dream.
There was a huge lake, not too deep either which was a popular recreational spot for people, and in that lake I was looking for a paddle board because shallow as it was the lake was huge and people engaged in various activities.
A large group sat with drinks in their hands much like it were a swimming pool, some swam, others just floated using pool noodles and other fancy floatation devices and yet some sat on their paddle boards and I was trying to look for one until I came upon the person providing them and there was a 20₹ deposit to rent them.
Seems legit I thought and woke up.
That was it. There might have been some more other interesting factors to it but form what I went this was all it.
Ah.
The weather is as usual. Gloomy, overcast and dark.
Doesn't seem like morning at all.
The clock shows 8:26.
One moment I was writing something witty here and the next I got busy with usual feline stuff after which I had a bit of cleaning up after and then suddenly I was groping for my bed and snoozing like a rock.
On any given ordinary day my waking cycle is 6:00am-11:00pm with no naps in between because it's a well documented fact that I can't figure out naps, nor can I take them and it happens just twice or thrice a year when my body needs an afternoon sleep and for that I'm glad because I can't understand sleeping in afternoons.
Sometimes I find no sleep between the sheets, tossing and weeping and sometimes like last night I was near shoved on my face and woke up only to a lingering dream in the morning.
It was a nice dream too.
Nonsensical but it was a dream.
There was a huge lake, not too deep either which was a popular recreational spot for people, and in that lake I was looking for a paddle board because shallow as it was the lake was huge and people engaged in various activities.
A large group sat with drinks in their hands much like it were a swimming pool, some swam, others just floated using pool noodles and other fancy floatation devices and yet some sat on their paddle boards and I was trying to look for one until I came upon the person providing them and there was a 20₹ deposit to rent them.
Seems legit I thought and woke up.
That was it. There might have been some more other interesting factors to it but form what I went this was all it.
Ah.
The weather is as usual. Gloomy, overcast and dark.
Doesn't seem like morning at all.
The clock shows 8:26.
Wednesday, 19 June 2019
Series series
Second season of Aggretsuko is now in Netflix and let me tell you the number of series I'm currently watching in no order.
1. Schitts Creek
2. Border town (an excellent five stars and kickass Finnish series.
3. Happy (second season is now up)
4. Aggretsuko (second season)
The lighter ones (1&4) I watch during lunch and the rest, off an on, intermittently during free times.
1. Schitts Creek
2. Border town (an excellent five stars and kickass Finnish series.
3. Happy (second season is now up)
4. Aggretsuko (second season)
The lighter ones (1&4) I watch during lunch and the rest, off an on, intermittently during free times.
Blood red
onwards and today
Agenda today includes making peanut butter for the recipe book but I don't think I can click pictures because it's raining, moreover, there's a drawing to finish which is complicated and needs far more detailing than I'd expected but what else did I think?
Rice thoughts
What do you think of fried rice?
It's good once in a while some might say but I eat it pretty regularly mostly because I almost always have some leftover rice from the night before and also because rice is so easily manipulated into becoming something more than it is .
Tailored to fit the mood, fried rice has a thousand different preparations and variants and I love to experiment.
Most commonly I have mine with eggs and sometimes with chicken and seafood but mostly eggs and lots of vegetables because it's a one bowl meal of satisfying carbs, vegetables and proteins with seasonings and spices. What else can one desire?
Also I'm the person who can eat fried rice for breakfast much to other people's chagrin but then fried rice isn't all I eat but a lot of times it is exactly what I need, like today! And specially after a gruelling workout.
It's good once in a while some might say but I eat it pretty regularly mostly because I almost always have some leftover rice from the night before and also because rice is so easily manipulated into becoming something more than it is .
Tailored to fit the mood, fried rice has a thousand different preparations and variants and I love to experiment.
Most commonly I have mine with eggs and sometimes with chicken and seafood but mostly eggs and lots of vegetables because it's a one bowl meal of satisfying carbs, vegetables and proteins with seasonings and spices. What else can one desire?
Also I'm the person who can eat fried rice for breakfast much to other people's chagrin but then fried rice isn't all I eat but a lot of times it is exactly what I need, like today! And specially after a gruelling workout.
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Sometimes my cats sit in a corner and stare at me with judging eyes and it makes me a bit uncomfortable.
Tuesday, 18 June 2019
Time chop
Try as hard as I might, twisting and fitting the various factors in my daily dinner making routine to shorten it or even shave off some time to come up with a more efficient and time saving way of cooking dinner.
Sometimes it gets tiring to stand over a stove for over an hour night after night after night and no matter what I do I cannot seem to make it shorter except on days when the dinner is something of a one pot dish or leftovers alone and even then the time I spend in the kitchen isn't greatly reduced.
From washing vegetables to chopping to continuously tidying the kitchen platform and used utensils along with making sides like chutneys and raita unless leftovers, add to the time spent over cooking dinner and if takes anywhere between 50 minutes on easier days to 80 minutes on regular days and by the time everything is done I'm exhausted and then there's a sink full of all the dishes, woks, skillets, bowls and spoons that need scrubbing after and sometimes there's help and sometimes I do it but try as I might I can't seem to reduce in the timings.
Sometimes it gets tiring to stand over a stove for over an hour night after night after night and no matter what I do I cannot seem to make it shorter except on days when the dinner is something of a one pot dish or leftovers alone and even then the time I spend in the kitchen isn't greatly reduced.
From washing vegetables to chopping to continuously tidying the kitchen platform and used utensils along with making sides like chutneys and raita unless leftovers, add to the time spent over cooking dinner and if takes anywhere between 50 minutes on easier days to 80 minutes on regular days and by the time everything is done I'm exhausted and then there's a sink full of all the dishes, woks, skillets, bowls and spoons that need scrubbing after and sometimes there's help and sometimes I do it but try as I might I can't seem to reduce in the timings.
Teatering on the edge
Monsoons are here, that is if the general weather in this city wasn't almost always overcast and rainy because this is the second day of non stop rains that range from deluge to a pitter patter but refuses to stop and by the heavens everything feels clammy and humid.
What's more it instigates me to drink more tea and I am on my second cup of tea today that is after having decided that I need to cut down on my tea and coffee.
The caffeine purge week is coming soon and I hope to heavens it doesn't continue raining because I can be weak willed sometimes.
What's more I am eating a small biscuit with my cuppa and though it's not an eye raising moment in the general sense of the word and world it's a huge deal for me because what am I if most definitely not a snacker..but seriously tea before dinner sounds both like a good and bad idea.
What's more it instigates me to drink more tea and I am on my second cup of tea today that is after having decided that I need to cut down on my tea and coffee.
The caffeine purge week is coming soon and I hope to heavens it doesn't continue raining because I can be weak willed sometimes.
What's more I am eating a small biscuit with my cuppa and though it's not an eye raising moment in the general sense of the word and world it's a huge deal for me because what am I if most definitely not a snacker..but seriously tea before dinner sounds both like a good and bad idea.
be well
Recovery periods are often more trying than moments of illness because it's when the worst is over that we let ourselves dwell at the moment and I can say from experience that patients of a certain age demand attention if even at the expense of bothering others maybe because they need validation of their importance in everyone's life, at least that was what I had deduced from my sojourn back home and these trying times need enormous amounts of patience from those who care, a virtue which you hardly lack my darling.
These stressful times expect an uncanny reserve of mental strength and composure both of which you possess and these hiccups are just that, small pauses which shall soon pass.
More power to you and yours.
Take your time and write if time.
Hearts aplenty.
These stressful times expect an uncanny reserve of mental strength and composure both of which you possess and these hiccups are just that, small pauses which shall soon pass.
More power to you and yours.
Take your time and write if time.
Hearts aplenty.
Monday, 17 June 2019
Hearts asunder
Talk to me darling!
Has it not been forever since we let our words feel lost, spoken in tongues only we can taste?
Did I entangle myself in domestic melange or have you crossed paths with engaging occupations? Or is it both as I think it is but it's a space where I find myself standing alone and your finger tips poke out briefly, to touch me out of the dark and I could do with a ravaging embrace.
Has it not been forever since we let our words feel lost, spoken in tongues only we can taste?
Did I entangle myself in domestic melange or have you crossed paths with engaging occupations? Or is it both as I think it is but it's a space where I find myself standing alone and your finger tips poke out briefly, to touch me out of the dark and I could do with a ravaging embrace.
Headspace
The problem with trying to stretch a squiggle into a straight line is that it'll always be wavy.
Trues
The thing about us darling is that we find ourselves in ecstasy as we burn in the fires of faithless deliciousness.
Skydive
Nighttime and the air
is an insipid embrace
Much like all else
after that momentous moan
everything feels paltry
It's like living in an aquarium
after having dwelt in ocean
is an insipid embrace
Much like all else
after that momentous moan
everything feels paltry
It's like living in an aquarium
after having dwelt in ocean
:()
What do the stars say about tonight?
That it'll be ripping at the seams with a bulge of nothings unless I do something dramatic to keep up the facade of an interesting life alive and thusly I shall cease talking about the humdrum and discuss instead our silly fates.
That it'll be ripping at the seams with a bulge of nothings unless I do something dramatic to keep up the facade of an interesting life alive and thusly I shall cease talking about the humdrum and discuss instead our silly fates.
~^~
It's a lovely little thing my darling. I speak of your heart which I hold. It bulges out of my palm and I realise it's not nearly as small.
_\_
The things I collect in my broken museum of all the wrecks you gift me; mounted on a painful pedestal of acknowledgement that is unwillingness and fear.
Such as it is
Who me?
A complacent witness to a most lamentable South Indian horror movie playing in the background as I fruitlessly try and hope for the VPN to connect which has been eluding me ever since today afternoon.
A complacent witness to a most lamentable South Indian horror movie playing in the background as I fruitlessly try and hope for the VPN to connect which has been eluding me ever since today afternoon.
Low beats
Say one thing about Monday evenings say they are dull.
Had I had the ability to put colour to smells I'd say Monday evenings are the colour of thinned out soy milk and pretty sure it'd taste like it too.
Had I had the ability to put colour to smells I'd say Monday evenings are the colour of thinned out soy milk and pretty sure it'd taste like it too.
Draws
sublimating
The thing about handling a home is is that it needs constant attention towards its every aspect. A bit like keeping an inventory of all the little things in a shop or running a plot sized country because one moment everything is fine, the functioning running smoothly on all six cylinders and the other moment there's suddenly a miniature crisis like finding all the mint plants getting sick because of a colony of microscopic white bugs that have invaded the plants and slowly begun sucking at its life force or finding the fridge full of vegetable but virtually non existent of tomatoes which are somewhat of a staple or something as annoying as finding the Roomba belly up because the feline army has attacked the little robot.
A piece of well-oiled machinery that fluently functions with a well set or at least well-meaning life needs the person at its helm and the one riding shotgun to always be on their toes both metaphorically and physically in order to keep an account of any developing predicaments, ongoing impasses and to avoid any contingencies which might hamper the faultless working of a home to avoid a bumpy ride.
There are almost daily wears and tears that demand sometimes a quick fix and sometimes a cautious long drawn repair and the smallest cogs fit into the bigger picture to form an element that though not visible at the first immediate glance adds to the entire portrait of things and as unimportant as it might be the full picture would lack substance without that unnoticeable speck on the right hand corner of the image.
It could be repairing a fused bulb, cleaning out fans or begrudgingly waking up too early in the morning to begin putting everything in order so as to keep some moments of needed laziness easy.
A piece of well-oiled machinery that fluently functions with a well set or at least well-meaning life needs the person at its helm and the one riding shotgun to always be on their toes both metaphorically and physically in order to keep an account of any developing predicaments, ongoing impasses and to avoid any contingencies which might hamper the faultless working of a home to avoid a bumpy ride.
There are almost daily wears and tears that demand sometimes a quick fix and sometimes a cautious long drawn repair and the smallest cogs fit into the bigger picture to form an element that though not visible at the first immediate glance adds to the entire portrait of things and as unimportant as it might be the full picture would lack substance without that unnoticeable speck on the right hand corner of the image.
It could be repairing a fused bulb, cleaning out fans or begrudgingly waking up too early in the morning to begin putting everything in order so as to keep some moments of needed laziness easy.
Ba bam!!
Right, lunch is a filling bowl of kimchi fried rice with tofu because what am I if not excelling at the art of making leftovers disappear!
Sunday, 16 June 2019
Eatery hell
I haven't ever known myself as a person who'd ever write reviews on restaurants after eating in them but today I was compelled to give a rather scathing, scything review to what must be one of the worst Turkish restaurants in the world and I'm all the more relieved for it because I will consider myself an angel of mercy if I deter even one soul from soiling their taste buds by deterring their decision to enter that obnoxious eatery which was not only overpriced but also in a rather chic area of the city that houses extremely fashionable restaurants, each of which I now look at with a wary eye because I have come to know the truth of that complex.
The menu was full of promises and the meal was just as unpleasant.
The bread that came with hummus was cold and doughy, the main course I was served was not what I'd ordered but I didn't think to change the order so I went with it but it was tasteless to say the best.
One dish was not served at all because it was forgotten and when it was finally on the table after two gentle reminders the food was cold and the bread base was uncooked.
The courses were left unfinished and tempers flared towards the end.
It was in fact so horrible an ordeal that rest of the afternoon plans were cancelled and now I sit at home hoping to forget the unseasoned doner and raw pide and seething as I am, and was, I left a rather unflattering review on the website and I hope it makes an impact because it singlehandedly ruined my Sunday.
The menu was full of promises and the meal was just as unpleasant.
The bread that came with hummus was cold and doughy, the main course I was served was not what I'd ordered but I didn't think to change the order so I went with it but it was tasteless to say the best.
One dish was not served at all because it was forgotten and when it was finally on the table after two gentle reminders the food was cold and the bread base was uncooked.
The courses were left unfinished and tempers flared towards the end.
It was in fact so horrible an ordeal that rest of the afternoon plans were cancelled and now I sit at home hoping to forget the unseasoned doner and raw pide and seething as I am, and was, I left a rather unflattering review on the website and I hope it makes an impact because it singlehandedly ruined my Sunday.
Saturday, 15 June 2019
Today t’day
Today feels like a slower yesterday and a bit of a mediocre harbinger for tomorrow and that is a relief because nothing seems changed, however I'm torn between drinking coffee and eating a small piece of chocolate.
What kind of dilemma might that be? Well, I wouldn't know but perhaps I can do both and there is a bitter absence of my usual packet of kettle chips being felt today no matter how innocuous it may be, Saturday's just feel incomplete without some junk and perhaps I will rectify that with some baked potato chips.
The need for eating chips not junk because baked potato hardly qualifies as bad food.
Soon I'll want to start thinking about dinner and it's going to be Thai curry no matter what else anyone else might want.
Also there's a house that's undergoing full on renovation in the next building and the noise is driving me crazy and the amount of wreckage they've managed to push out is unbelievable.
They are pretty serious about renovating the damn place because everything from the walls to the floors has been scraped out of the system and if I didn't know better I'd say they're changing the entire design and shape of their house.
The whole point being that it's noisy as all hell and I can't complain about it.
Also I have returned from a bout of grocery shopping that includes everything from buying cumin to dish washing liquid to sparkling water and what else can be more tiring and fulfilling yet strangely depressing about buying groceries?
What kind of dilemma might that be? Well, I wouldn't know but perhaps I can do both and there is a bitter absence of my usual packet of kettle chips being felt today no matter how innocuous it may be, Saturday's just feel incomplete without some junk and perhaps I will rectify that with some baked potato chips.
The need for eating chips not junk because baked potato hardly qualifies as bad food.
Soon I'll want to start thinking about dinner and it's going to be Thai curry no matter what else anyone else might want.
Also there's a house that's undergoing full on renovation in the next building and the noise is driving me crazy and the amount of wreckage they've managed to push out is unbelievable.
They are pretty serious about renovating the damn place because everything from the walls to the floors has been scraped out of the system and if I didn't know better I'd say they're changing the entire design and shape of their house.
The whole point being that it's noisy as all hell and I can't complain about it.
Also I have returned from a bout of grocery shopping that includes everything from buying cumin to dish washing liquid to sparkling water and what else can be more tiring and fulfilling yet strangely depressing about buying groceries?
Friday, 14 June 2019
Faultlines
I spent ten minutes looking for my glasses which were kept on the table I'd been sitting at all the while and in fact I'd taken them off just five minutes before I began a search party for them.
This is normal right?
This is normal right?
Friday feature
A tall glass of morning with heaping side of chores and a slice of workout to get in with the weekend.
Today I drink a tall glass of tea because that's how we celebrate as opposed to my usual small cups for sugar control because live a little and what not.
Agenda includes baking a fluffy chiffon cake for friends and none if it is meant for the blog, it's for pleasure of eating alone and entering the weekend as well, moreover I have some plates that the neighbours sent me some dish in and I can't send it empty and thusly a large slice of cake shall decorate that ceramic.
Friday then!
Plans for tonight are a go go and as much as I relish such plans I get hyper stressed about event appropriate outfits and the need to select one and check if it needs ironing.
Also I've been slacking on some work that is shoving away winter clothing to make space in the cupboard for summer wear.
I have been lazy and each time I open my cupboard I scream because it's getting piled on with clothes that need another place.
That is on the agenda as well but not today my darling.
Today I drink a tall glass of tea because that's how we celebrate as opposed to my usual small cups for sugar control because live a little and what not.
Agenda includes baking a fluffy chiffon cake for friends and none if it is meant for the blog, it's for pleasure of eating alone and entering the weekend as well, moreover I have some plates that the neighbours sent me some dish in and I can't send it empty and thusly a large slice of cake shall decorate that ceramic.
Friday then!
Plans for tonight are a go go and as much as I relish such plans I get hyper stressed about event appropriate outfits and the need to select one and check if it needs ironing.
Also I've been slacking on some work that is shoving away winter clothing to make space in the cupboard for summer wear.
I have been lazy and each time I open my cupboard I scream because it's getting piled on with clothes that need another place.
That is on the agenda as well but not today my darling.
Vroom vroom crash
It's moments of continual earthshaking boredom that makes one want to do something devious even if only just to feel alive.
The pulse is forgotten on the skin, the heartbeat a function alone, flutters come by far too few when pedantic smiles conquer a face that once acknowledged a lot more expressions.. especially those of ecstasy and thrills that lie somewhere in a corner, compartmentalised and forgotten, jammed shut, screwed tight behind a lock and the keys are gifted away as an understating.
The pulse is forgotten on the skin, the heartbeat a function alone, flutters come by far too few when pedantic smiles conquer a face that once acknowledged a lot more expressions.. especially those of ecstasy and thrills that lie somewhere in a corner, compartmentalised and forgotten, jammed shut, screwed tight behind a lock and the keys are gifted away as an understating.
Thursday, 13 June 2019
Points never made
Tonight tastes like colourful abstractions that haven't a seen the light of roiling smoke unhinged from the clouds weeping across the oceans in an effort to kiss the mitigating waves crusted with mercury drops shaped like tears collected in the core of an alien oyster dropped in the midst of an argument effulgent with the translucence of quartz coloured ectoplasm leaking out of a withering soul that may or may not be someone asleep under the rains.
Pointed talks
I have often blogged with enough sadness about how this particular pen had started faltering in its perfection and stopped working despite all the ink and repetitive cleaning and finally all the hard work has payed off.
I cannot say for sure what exactly the problem was but if I have to guess I'd say the nib was choked and now it's finally breathing again, breathing life in my drawings that is.
Lunch deals
Foraging morning
Morning and the weather is overcast, cool and inviting to do something extraordinarily mundane and so here I sit setting about igniting today with a jaded bit of nothingness hoping for an interesting turn of events, like a wormhole to open up in the lounge where I sit or get transported to an alternate lifeline and stare at the bronzed clouds through a laser tap mainframe of smelting universe or maybe just witness the downfall of everything while basking unperturbed on a Uranus cruise liner moon that's begun warping into a void to shortly begin its travel to the few dwarf stars that are too minuscule to begin a collapse and laugh at their inabilities.
Hopes abundant, hope's asleep..
Hopes abundant, hope's asleep..
Sometimes it breaks
Whirring non stop for an entire minute emitting splintered sounds of cogs falling apart, a grating noise of rusted bolts scratching loosened screws into orange flakes of disintegration vibrates exhaustively, and suddenly the noise snaps shut to a confounding silence and the mechanism breaks into a rhythmic tick tock soon after.
Calm and complacent the automatic heart readjusts to its factitious surroundings after a rapacious moment of intense longing.
Calm and complacent the automatic heart readjusts to its factitious surroundings after a rapacious moment of intense longing.
Wednesday, 12 June 2019
Small mercies
Somewhere between voids and blacks holes tonight jostles to be exceptionally ordinary, dangerously teetering on the precipice of abysmal boredom.
A smallest spark, a microscopic ignition in the cooling embers, even an infinitesimal light would do that could help uplift the dead to comatose.
A smallest spark, a microscopic ignition in the cooling embers, even an infinitesimal light would do that could help uplift the dead to comatose.
Penning
Now I must draw and draw a lot because there's nothing else I feel like doing for the next couple weeks.
Lunch log
Grilled chicken rice paper rolls with sesame dipping sauce and soy milk cold coffee to go with which was exactly as horrendous as it sounds.
Tuesday, 11 June 2019
I ..uh..
The reluctance to give pleasure and the need to straightaway get done with the primal function that pokes with an urgency on the distended tip of a gorged phallus ready to push its way to a victory cry no matter how dry and needy the demitasse is for sugar, needing to ooze an amber swirl of passion before swallowing hardships is why nights feel vacant night after night.
By the dead
Who me?
Shaken and in wonderment at this odd organ that is our body and its idiotic tendencies to go straight up stupid on us and what on earth can be done to avoid such contingencies when one accident consumes something which the body simply refuses to acknowledge and in turn punishes us by acting out and how to determine exactly what shouldn't be fed to something so fussy like our system.
I have since thrown the offending pickle, made with much labour of love as it was that which reacted so strongly with my body and I can think of no other ingredient out of the ordinary which I consumed that put me in such a difficult condition.
I know pretty well of all the things I'm allergic to and there aren't many .
I'm a lactose intolerant eggplant allergic human with varying degrees of pollen intolerance that never exaggerates into life threatening moments and yet after consuming a regular meal as I have on numerous occasions I found myself suddenly spiralling from perfect health to let's go to the hospital and that doesn't bode well for the one new ingredient I had that night which was my mango pickle and none of its ingredients including the mango are something I'm allergic to and yet here we are.
I have since thrown away the whole lot and it could be a number of reasons why it reacted with my system the way it did, none of which I can accurately pin point but maybe I didn't pickle it the right way or perhaps the raw mangoes had some issues with them or could be the entire batch developed some bacterial colonies or whatever I don't know..all I do know is that I do not feel like eating anything sour or pickle like anymore at all and have since developed a fear of eating anything new which is crazy but it's true.
Oh sigh man!!
But, Ola darling.
Shaken and in wonderment at this odd organ that is our body and its idiotic tendencies to go straight up stupid on us and what on earth can be done to avoid such contingencies when one accident consumes something which the body simply refuses to acknowledge and in turn punishes us by acting out and how to determine exactly what shouldn't be fed to something so fussy like our system.
I have since thrown the offending pickle, made with much labour of love as it was that which reacted so strongly with my body and I can think of no other ingredient out of the ordinary which I consumed that put me in such a difficult condition.
I know pretty well of all the things I'm allergic to and there aren't many .
I'm a lactose intolerant eggplant allergic human with varying degrees of pollen intolerance that never exaggerates into life threatening moments and yet after consuming a regular meal as I have on numerous occasions I found myself suddenly spiralling from perfect health to let's go to the hospital and that doesn't bode well for the one new ingredient I had that night which was my mango pickle and none of its ingredients including the mango are something I'm allergic to and yet here we are.
I have since thrown away the whole lot and it could be a number of reasons why it reacted with my system the way it did, none of which I can accurately pin point but maybe I didn't pickle it the right way or perhaps the raw mangoes had some issues with them or could be the entire batch developed some bacterial colonies or whatever I don't know..all I do know is that I do not feel like eating anything sour or pickle like anymore at all and have since developed a fear of eating anything new which is crazy but it's true.
Oh sigh man!!
But, Ola darling.
Saturday, 8 June 2019
About today
Sometimes I think I'm just happy to be alive.
this thought drives itself home often and especially after instances when I know I'm slowly shutting down.
It's a most terrifying feeling, to feel so lifeless and be cognizant of the fact that something is terribly wrong with your body, getting progressively worse and all you can hope during that enfeebled state of mind is to live through it just once.
It's silly to think about it now that I'm absolutely alright and watching television breathing normal but this morning just around the 4 AM mark I woke up because someone was sitting on my chest and pressing down my my throat, the hurt was unbearable, I couldn't breathe which woke me up because my throat had swollen up and I was thrashing on the bed.
It was horrible because it was so extremely real, dreadful, horrors..all my fears alive.
It was an allergic reaction.
To what?
I don't know!
And it wasn't immediate but slow.
I know I'd felt a sudden irritation in my throat after last nights dinner and I was awake for a long time last night, writing here, feeling the sensation in my throat.
The sudden birth of small lumps in my throat all the while I stayed awake watching television and it was getting uncomfortable because I felt my pulse racing with an alien lightheadedness that I thought was just perhaps a fever or maybe I was coming down with sore throat and so I decided to sleep it out but a couple hours later my throat had puffed up, obstructing my airways and then it was panic, scare, hospital and doctors, tests, injections and now antibiotics and food is supposed to be hot fluids and soups for the next few days.
What triggered this allergic reaction that built up slow and near suffocated me?
I don't know.
But after dinner and after having eaten a bit of my homemade mango pickle I'd felt a sudden soaring itch at the back of my throat and ignored it thinking it was on account of the sour mango pickle but the inconvenience prevailed throughout dinner which I thought had abated during that time I was eating chocolates but apparently not.
It kept growing for the next few hours and well..I know I won't be eating these pickles or any pickles for that matter cuz goddamn!!
I still have to figure out for myself to avoid any such future scares but dear gods please never let me go through something like this ever again!
this thought drives itself home often and especially after instances when I know I'm slowly shutting down.
It's a most terrifying feeling, to feel so lifeless and be cognizant of the fact that something is terribly wrong with your body, getting progressively worse and all you can hope during that enfeebled state of mind is to live through it just once.
It's silly to think about it now that I'm absolutely alright and watching television breathing normal but this morning just around the 4 AM mark I woke up because someone was sitting on my chest and pressing down my my throat, the hurt was unbearable, I couldn't breathe which woke me up because my throat had swollen up and I was thrashing on the bed.
It was horrible because it was so extremely real, dreadful, horrors..all my fears alive.
It was an allergic reaction.
To what?
I don't know!
And it wasn't immediate but slow.
I know I'd felt a sudden irritation in my throat after last nights dinner and I was awake for a long time last night, writing here, feeling the sensation in my throat.
The sudden birth of small lumps in my throat all the while I stayed awake watching television and it was getting uncomfortable because I felt my pulse racing with an alien lightheadedness that I thought was just perhaps a fever or maybe I was coming down with sore throat and so I decided to sleep it out but a couple hours later my throat had puffed up, obstructing my airways and then it was panic, scare, hospital and doctors, tests, injections and now antibiotics and food is supposed to be hot fluids and soups for the next few days.
What triggered this allergic reaction that built up slow and near suffocated me?
I don't know.
But after dinner and after having eaten a bit of my homemade mango pickle I'd felt a sudden soaring itch at the back of my throat and ignored it thinking it was on account of the sour mango pickle but the inconvenience prevailed throughout dinner which I thought had abated during that time I was eating chocolates but apparently not.
It kept growing for the next few hours and well..I know I won't be eating these pickles or any pickles for that matter cuz goddamn!!
I still have to figure out for myself to avoid any such future scares but dear gods please never let me go through something like this ever again!
Thursday, 6 June 2019
Need me
I'm awake.
Watching a movie
Bed doesn't beckon tonight
Tomorrow's a holiday
And I don't want to fall asleep
On the same bed
Watching a movie
Bed doesn't beckon tonight
Tomorrow's a holiday
And I don't want to fall asleep
On the same bed
Black wonk
I feel the epiphanies burgeoning but the limited scope of their exit has me baffled.
Not only am I at a loss for words but thoughts as well.
Not only am I at a loss for words but thoughts as well.
Misses
Nighttime and the heart throbs your name
I'd ask it to be silent
but it rarely ever listens to me
I'd ask it to be silent
but it rarely ever listens to me
Err
I think I might have been tad inappropriate.
I have as you are aware through various updates on the blog done a whole lot of cooking and baking today and one among the many things was cheese scones of which I made a dozen mostly because whenever I make such things I like to give them away and so once they were done with the baking and clicking I packed some and made for my friends house.
Her husband opened the door clad in rather short shorts which much be a normal thing perhaps since he's on the skinnier end of the spectrum and I wouldn't have noticed this small detail had those shorts not been quite as short, at least shorter than what I've usually seen men wear, not that it's a bother but definitely a slight eyebrow raising moment because they were trying to become speedo or something..so anyway I beamed my usual smile and walked inside the house and noticed that it was dark and there was no activity.
I handed over the baked goods and casually asked him if he was all alone.
Now that's an oopsie because he was looking at the scones at that moment, perhaps marvelling at their cheesiness and he suddenly looked up at me, blushed a bit and then I realised that I hadn't put forth my question properly.
So I tried rectifying my mistake by smiling and saying that it was nice he was alone and I shouldn't have said that either because that came out all wrong.
Those few seconds were probably the longest I've spent with him because he's my friend's husband and by no means someone I know personally and at most an acquaintance to me but now he looked up at me bewildered and glanced back at the dark house and promptly turned on a switch and immediately said that he was expecting his wife (my friend) any moment now.
Uh, oh!
I might have scared him I think and I beamed yet again, smiling a broader smile than last and immediately said my good byes and left.
That was awkward!
I didn't mean for any of it to go as it went.
That's why one doesn't make small talks, at least I shouldn't because they rarely ever go well.
I'm feeling silly now!
I have as you are aware through various updates on the blog done a whole lot of cooking and baking today and one among the many things was cheese scones of which I made a dozen mostly because whenever I make such things I like to give them away and so once they were done with the baking and clicking I packed some and made for my friends house.
Her husband opened the door clad in rather short shorts which much be a normal thing perhaps since he's on the skinnier end of the spectrum and I wouldn't have noticed this small detail had those shorts not been quite as short, at least shorter than what I've usually seen men wear, not that it's a bother but definitely a slight eyebrow raising moment because they were trying to become speedo or something..so anyway I beamed my usual smile and walked inside the house and noticed that it was dark and there was no activity.
I handed over the baked goods and casually asked him if he was all alone.
Now that's an oopsie because he was looking at the scones at that moment, perhaps marvelling at their cheesiness and he suddenly looked up at me, blushed a bit and then I realised that I hadn't put forth my question properly.
So I tried rectifying my mistake by smiling and saying that it was nice he was alone and I shouldn't have said that either because that came out all wrong.
Those few seconds were probably the longest I've spent with him because he's my friend's husband and by no means someone I know personally and at most an acquaintance to me but now he looked up at me bewildered and glanced back at the dark house and promptly turned on a switch and immediately said that he was expecting his wife (my friend) any moment now.
Uh, oh!
I might have scared him I think and I beamed yet again, smiling a broader smile than last and immediately said my good byes and left.
That was awkward!
I didn't mean for any of it to go as it went.
That's why one doesn't make small talks, at least I shouldn't because they rarely ever go well.
I'm feeling silly now!
Groaning aloud
Giving myself up to the kitchen night have been a bit of a mistake because I wholeheartedly logged myself in around 11 am and now it's ten minutes past four and I'm lagging behind on one recipe and it's started to rain and I'm going to click the pictures for it tomorrow as it happens because can't fight rains.
Also I'm dead tired and I've yet to eat a regular meal that isn't a cheese scone (recipe for the blog) or a scoop of Japanese inspired mashed potatoes (also for the blog) and how I've just made some coffee and I'm done for the day!
You hear me Thursday, you're done for me.
Also I'm dead tired and I've yet to eat a regular meal that isn't a cheese scone (recipe for the blog) or a scoop of Japanese inspired mashed potatoes (also for the blog) and how I've just made some coffee and I'm done for the day!
You hear me Thursday, you're done for me.
Applause
I have just finished taking a bunch of photographs cursing the weather which was overcast and rainy and not so conducive for in house photography but I need to click the step by step pics for the blog in the house and hated how horrible the weather made them out to be and now five minutes since the completion of recipes the clouds have lifted and sun pours into my house like a river which has me yelling a bit.
Update
The windy days are still a go go.
It's overcast as well and has rained a bit and I've to go out and do a bit of vegetable shopping for a recipe I've in mind, as previously reported I'm spending today in the kitchen cooking up a storm because I intend to do a spot of artwork in the coming week and we all know how long that sometimes takes.
It's overcast as well and has rained a bit and I've to go out and do a bit of vegetable shopping for a recipe I've in mind, as previously reported I'm spending today in the kitchen cooking up a storm because I intend to do a spot of artwork in the coming week and we all know how long that sometimes takes.
Wednesday, 5 June 2019
No shame babe
Who me?
Shamelessly consuming content via binging in sackfuls.
Currently watching Brooklyn 99 and I like it's humour.
I've just only finished watching four seasons in one week.
Yeah I'm shameless about admitting it.
I watch it while I cook food in the kitchen.
While the machine takes time to load my blogs.
While I have a few minutes to myself in between workout and bath time .
Yes I've become that person. In fact I was always that person.
I'm the same person who binge watched seven seasons of true blood in five days.
Yes I'm me!
Shamelessly consuming content via binging in sackfuls.
Currently watching Brooklyn 99 and I like it's humour.
I've just only finished watching four seasons in one week.
Yeah I'm shameless about admitting it.
I watch it while I cook food in the kitchen.
While the machine takes time to load my blogs.
While I have a few minutes to myself in between workout and bath time .
Yes I've become that person. In fact I was always that person.
I'm the same person who binge watched seven seasons of true blood in five days.
Yes I'm me!
echoes
Clicking photographs or taking good pictures isn't an art though some people have the ability to elevate it into an art form and it can be simply astounding, however taking decent pictures isn't all that difficult more so because these days the phones come with great in-built cameras not to mention filters that eat away most flaws in a photograph and almost everyone looks to have become a photographer and so more power to them but just like how writing poetry doesn't make one a poet, clicking pictures doesn't make one a photographer and so I come to my point that is even in this day and age of easy photography there are some food blogs which have the absolute worst food pics and it aches me to see such pictures because they're so badly done.
(that was a long sentence)
It's not that the food looks bad, it's the angle, the setting, the depth and the overall composition of the picture that makes it so atrocious.
Clicking a plate of cookies isn't that big a deal but making the photograph look stunning is rather difficult because a good picture entails a plethora of elements that turn a picture into a story.
of course, one doesn't look at food and think of its backstory or its future but just one look should be able to bring out a few sentiments or a bit of an eyebrow-raising and wonderment that makes you feel inspired by looking at a picture.
I have scrolled through a long series of photographs on a food blog that primarily deals with confectionaries and my oh my they have the worst pictures.
Each element is so tightly focused on or there's so much going on in the background that it takes a while to find the element that is being photographed.
Also, there is a learning curve and with time some get better and some don't as is clearly evident through that blog.
Why am I bitching about it? because I'm upset with some of my food pictures too.
Gah!
(that was a long sentence)
It's not that the food looks bad, it's the angle, the setting, the depth and the overall composition of the picture that makes it so atrocious.
Clicking a plate of cookies isn't that big a deal but making the photograph look stunning is rather difficult because a good picture entails a plethora of elements that turn a picture into a story.
of course, one doesn't look at food and think of its backstory or its future but just one look should be able to bring out a few sentiments or a bit of an eyebrow-raising and wonderment that makes you feel inspired by looking at a picture.
I have scrolled through a long series of photographs on a food blog that primarily deals with confectionaries and my oh my they have the worst pictures.
Each element is so tightly focused on or there's so much going on in the background that it takes a while to find the element that is being photographed.
Also, there is a learning curve and with time some get better and some don't as is clearly evident through that blog.
Why am I bitching about it? because I'm upset with some of my food pictures too.
Gah!
not cool
Just found out that this is going to be a long weekend.
A full three-day long weekend and it bothers me.
I don't want to be doing anything but somehow my weekends are maxed out with activities because it's almost like I'm working for two on such days.
I'm somehow not looking forward to this Friday but then again tomorrow is Thursday and this week I get to celebrate it like Friday except I don't know how!
I have however decided to dedicate myself to the kitchen tomorrow and cook up many a thing both for the blog as well for the recipe book so that's hopeful or maybe not!
who could say?
A full three-day long weekend and it bothers me.
I don't want to be doing anything but somehow my weekends are maxed out with activities because it's almost like I'm working for two on such days.
I'm somehow not looking forward to this Friday but then again tomorrow is Thursday and this week I get to celebrate it like Friday except I don't know how!
I have however decided to dedicate myself to the kitchen tomorrow and cook up many a thing both for the blog as well for the recipe book so that's hopeful or maybe not!
who could say?
Huff huff
I don't know, maybe it could be my head but three days without the usual workout and I feel like my body is tensed, brittle and I've lost my muscles.
Fees odd to not feel sore in some or the other body part.
Yoga flow makes it better but doesn't get me in the same place but I know these few days render me useless and I can't much work out.
Sigh.
Fees odd to not feel sore in some or the other body part.
Yoga flow makes it better but doesn't get me in the same place but I know these few days render me useless and I can't much work out.
Sigh.
Morning cast
Today wasn't supposed to begin the way it did which is to say late!
I couldn't muster the strength to wake up this morning and so my sleep went on interrupted only slightly by a little kitten who wanted to enter my blanket and play with my hair which she didn't get an opportunity to because I made a sarcophagus out of my cotton sheet and entry was restricted and thusly I stayed asleep until half past seven which was late but I didn't seem to mind because there was not much in the way of work this morning.
I'd done a mental calculation when the alarm struck and told myself that things didn't need much doing since packing lunch wasn't necessary today and so I died a little more happily.
It's warm today, I've had to switch on the fan first thing because of a sudden stillness in the air.
The trees stand quiet, unperturbed and that makes for horrid weather.
I will be doing a spot of yoga only today, nothing strenuous and will continue on this theme until I feel fit enough to jump and pick weights because I'm still struggling with horrible moods and a general unwillingness to do much.
I couldn't muster the strength to wake up this morning and so my sleep went on interrupted only slightly by a little kitten who wanted to enter my blanket and play with my hair which she didn't get an opportunity to because I made a sarcophagus out of my cotton sheet and entry was restricted and thusly I stayed asleep until half past seven which was late but I didn't seem to mind because there was not much in the way of work this morning.
I'd done a mental calculation when the alarm struck and told myself that things didn't need much doing since packing lunch wasn't necessary today and so I died a little more happily.
It's warm today, I've had to switch on the fan first thing because of a sudden stillness in the air.
The trees stand quiet, unperturbed and that makes for horrid weather.
I will be doing a spot of yoga only today, nothing strenuous and will continue on this theme until I feel fit enough to jump and pick weights because I'm still struggling with horrible moods and a general unwillingness to do much.
Tuesday, 4 June 2019
Truth serum
It could be my fault perhaps
Entirely mine
to let one thing wither away
while I continue replenishing another
only because it's more interesting
Feels more fertile
whereas one that's dying
never attracted me
It was dreary, barren and joyless
the source whatever it was
has dried.
Entirely mine
to let one thing wither away
while I continue replenishing another
only because it's more interesting
Feels more fertile
whereas one that's dying
never attracted me
It was dreary, barren and joyless
the source whatever it was
has dried.
Misses
Nighttime and my heart distorts
into cubist portraits
that are multi dimensional
with myriad edges
pointed in directions
bearing a hundred corners
searching the gravel
digging the earth
scratching the sky
looking for you
into cubist portraits
that are multi dimensional
with myriad edges
pointed in directions
bearing a hundred corners
searching the gravel
digging the earth
scratching the sky
looking for you
Morning news
Day 2 of rejuvenation and basically keeping myself from over exerting since my cramps have now abated but backache along with heaviness in the head persists and I have wholly given myself up to household chores and slowly trying to get everything on line before I begin a massive spring cleaning sesh in the coming week.
Right now the house gleams at me, baring its spiffy chest, glinting in the immaculate lime and tangerine essential oil infused floor cleaner, smug with content as am I.
Sandalwood incense blasting off any residual bad juju, raag Yaman playing in the background while the washing machine hums, the air purifier sings, the dehumidifier sniggers and I contemplate tea.
It's gotten warmer, the brightness has taken over a hotter hue, thankfully my house is airy and there's enough cross ventilation to keep it cool but soon the air will become warm and that'll have me keeping my windows closed but it's not season for aircon yet and that's another two months.
The coming couple months will be hectic.
I'll be in charge of two lovely doggies along with my two cats and it's pretty much going to be a zoo in here but hopefully manageable. Just have to keep my wits about and stay patient.
It's a Tuesday and since when has it been gracious except maybe once but that was a week ago.
Today I'm going to be pottering about in the kitchen making some recipes but for the blog or maybe not.
Depends on how I'm feeling.
Right, there's a lot going on and I've not had my tea yet because I went to sleep after the morning rush hour and woke up an hour later with absolute zero guilt.
Right now the house gleams at me, baring its spiffy chest, glinting in the immaculate lime and tangerine essential oil infused floor cleaner, smug with content as am I.
Sandalwood incense blasting off any residual bad juju, raag Yaman playing in the background while the washing machine hums, the air purifier sings, the dehumidifier sniggers and I contemplate tea.
It's gotten warmer, the brightness has taken over a hotter hue, thankfully my house is airy and there's enough cross ventilation to keep it cool but soon the air will become warm and that'll have me keeping my windows closed but it's not season for aircon yet and that's another two months.
The coming couple months will be hectic.
I'll be in charge of two lovely doggies along with my two cats and it's pretty much going to be a zoo in here but hopefully manageable. Just have to keep my wits about and stay patient.
It's a Tuesday and since when has it been gracious except maybe once but that was a week ago.
Today I'm going to be pottering about in the kitchen making some recipes but for the blog or maybe not.
Depends on how I'm feeling.
Right, there's a lot going on and I've not had my tea yet because I went to sleep after the morning rush hour and woke up an hour later with absolute zero guilt.
What the heck?
Something's up!
There's an entire Ling blog which I'd posted this morning that shows sent in my mailbox but doesn't show up on the blog and it's driving me insane because I resent it again and still no show!
Let's see if this one gets posted or else I might have to break everything.
There's an entire Ling blog which I'd posted this morning that shows sent in my mailbox but doesn't show up on the blog and it's driving me insane because I resent it again and still no show!
Let's see if this one gets posted or else I might have to break everything.
Tee hee
I'm in desperate need of caffeine and not in the mood to drink coffee moreover my caffeine purge week starts day after or at least I hope so, also I think it's time to start drinking iced tea's and iced coffees because the weather demands.
The food eats me
Carelessly feasting on gluten and processed meats.
What is wrong with me?
I have here a towering sandwich with egg salad, ham and bacon with a huge side of salad and a couple leftover sushi from yesterday with a tall glass of lychee and banana smoothie.
I might have a problem.
Monday, 3 June 2019
Night cynic
I wait for a ray of hope
To make it through this bad weather
I look out for silver linings
through murky skies
the half empty glass
is unlikely to look half full
which has now begun to leak
To make it through this bad weather
I look out for silver linings
through murky skies
the half empty glass
is unlikely to look half full
which has now begun to leak
Lips seek
I haven't been kissed in a while
And for that I'm both grateful and sad
one because it wouldn't do
To live in agony after a perfunctory smooch
The other because it's an itch which isn't easily relinquished.
And for that I'm both grateful and sad
one because it wouldn't do
To live in agony after a perfunctory smooch
The other because it's an itch which isn't easily relinquished.
Mood bleh
There's so much to do and I have not the strength in me to walk to the kitchen and cook Dahl, wash vegetables and stir fry okra, knead dough and make rotis, wash rice and steam them, chop veggies and make raita.
The thought of it all makes me want to burrow in a deep corner and never crawl out.
I.. why!
No..oh .
The thought of it all makes me want to burrow in a deep corner and never crawl out.
I.. why!
No..oh .
Hope
A furry cactus
A gremlin
A curiosa furiosa
A glutton
A soft little darling
I could burn the world for her
Feed me
I'm going to make myself a small chocolate dessert too and nobody, not even my cancelled plans of today's HIIT and abs will be able to stop me because I let my cramps do the talking today.
Gojira
Godzilla has been watched and I still can't get over the fact that John Wick 3 hasn't been released here yet so yes I watched Godzilla which was basically a monster movie with lots and lots of Godzilla moments.
This was a movies only for the fans because someone who doesn't care much about Gojira sure as hell isn't invited to this mad fest neither should they watch it cuz they'll be confused and full of questions as to what on earth was going on?
I love that there such a lot of the king in this movie and he's clearly established himself as the monster alpha which this movie was really all about.
I did come out with a few questions though and that is how did some monsters bigger than the tallest sky scrapers bend down and accurately pin point human beings and want to kill them with all their rage.
I mean would you look at an ant while standing up and begin following it with rage while trying to pin point the one that was really bothering you?
I'm afraid I can't nor would I be interested in chasing a fly which is exactly what a fighter plan might have looked like to those monsters.
That part was a bit brow knitting but real Godzilla fans wouldn't care just like I didn't because I absolutely loved watching this movie.
This was a movies only for the fans because someone who doesn't care much about Gojira sure as hell isn't invited to this mad fest neither should they watch it cuz they'll be confused and full of questions as to what on earth was going on?
I love that there such a lot of the king in this movie and he's clearly established himself as the monster alpha which this movie was really all about.
I did come out with a few questions though and that is how did some monsters bigger than the tallest sky scrapers bend down and accurately pin point human beings and want to kill them with all their rage.
I mean would you look at an ant while standing up and begin following it with rage while trying to pin point the one that was really bothering you?
I'm afraid I can't nor would I be interested in chasing a fly which is exactly what a fighter plan might have looked like to those monsters.
That part was a bit brow knitting but real Godzilla fans wouldn't care just like I didn't because I absolutely loved watching this movie.
Anger management
Something happened last evening which angered me so that I'm unable to articulate any thoughts or write any meaningful sentences.
It was a churlish and idiotic thing done by my worse half of which if I write here it would upset the readers too and maybe I'll talk about it once I feel I've gathered my head.
I haven't since spoken to people nor partaken in any common activities keeping silent this morning as well while I went about the daily meowing and morning routine.
Add to it the fact that I'm unwell in a way that one tends to each month thus killing my vibe so hard I'm afraid I shan't be able to resurrect it for a couple days.
Cramps, body ache, headache and a swelling need to pick up my sharpest knife and make murder is burgeoning to the point of looking like a good idea.
The agenda today is a clean slate since I've done my chores this morning.
The house twinkles with clean shiny floors and dusted surfaces.
The only thing I've to prepare is lunch and that'll be a recipe for which I'm also clicking photographs.
After that there's a bit of editing work while listening to a book and then dinner.
That's about that for today and I'm so angry I could chew nails.
It was a churlish and idiotic thing done by my worse half of which if I write here it would upset the readers too and maybe I'll talk about it once I feel I've gathered my head.
I haven't since spoken to people nor partaken in any common activities keeping silent this morning as well while I went about the daily meowing and morning routine.
Add to it the fact that I'm unwell in a way that one tends to each month thus killing my vibe so hard I'm afraid I shan't be able to resurrect it for a couple days.
Cramps, body ache, headache and a swelling need to pick up my sharpest knife and make murder is burgeoning to the point of looking like a good idea.
The agenda today is a clean slate since I've done my chores this morning.
The house twinkles with clean shiny floors and dusted surfaces.
The only thing I've to prepare is lunch and that'll be a recipe for which I'm also clicking photographs.
After that there's a bit of editing work while listening to a book and then dinner.
That's about that for today and I'm so angry I could chew nails.
Sunday, 2 June 2019
Saturday, 1 June 2019
What on earth
How is it possible that when I left everyone was asleep and now that I'm back everyone is still asleep, but the food has been eaten I see and nothing has been moved from how I left.
Extremely wow this!!
Extremely wow this!!
Rub down
Went to a place that has blind masseuse and got massaged by a blind man.
It wasn't just good it was excellent though twice as much as the cost but totally worth it.
Also they don't talk at all and the only thing he said was if I'd like my shoulders done as well and of course I nodded but he couldn't see and so repeated his question and I vehemently replied in the affirmative and now my entire body feels like it was broken apart and put back together.
it feels great!!
It was a bit like yoga without having to work hard for it.
It wasn't just good it was excellent though twice as much as the cost but totally worth it.
Also they don't talk at all and the only thing he said was if I'd like my shoulders done as well and of course I nodded but he couldn't see and so repeated his question and I vehemently replied in the affirmative and now my entire body feels like it was broken apart and put back together.
it feels great!!
It was a bit like yoga without having to work hard for it.
On my nerves
Barely 11:30 in the AM and everyone in my house including the coexisting homo sapient along with the cats is asleep and I'm at a loss to understand why?
Not like last night was any disturbed especially since everyone except the cats was asleep before the clock hit 9 to wake up after almost ten hours and yet a couple hours after waking up this house displays it's very best in snooze fest.
Right, it's Saturday after all and all that jazz but even so.
I'm not a party to this and so the lunch is on the table and I'm going to get a massage followed by lunch at my favourite restaurant.
This world can go to sleep for all I care.
Not like last night was any disturbed especially since everyone except the cats was asleep before the clock hit 9 to wake up after almost ten hours and yet a couple hours after waking up this house displays it's very best in snooze fest.
Right, it's Saturday after all and all that jazz but even so.
I'm not a party to this and so the lunch is on the table and I'm going to get a massage followed by lunch at my favourite restaurant.
This world can go to sleep for all I care.
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