Greened

Spring has indeed sprung..and thank the green heavens for that.
Mint, mint and a lot of mint. Also some spearmint

Gone far

Whaddya know, I just watched the first episode for Fargo3.
Life in full acceleration, watching new series within half an hour of reaching another part of the world.
But I'm going to take it real slow, considering that new episodes are still being aired and I have a problem with binging on things. Too much of a good thing is wonderful, so I believe.

Hearts

Newness

The only good think that ever came out of Linkin Park and I have it in vinyl now. Hah! Talk about homecoming presents.

Sigh

Back to where I started..in one piece.

Little things

This was the third time today someone came up to me to ask about my bag.
An air hostess just crouched and said 'we were just admiring your bag' ha!
Something's to lift your spirits on odd days

Madeup!

So many makeup videos that makeup feels irrelevant now.
And why is makeup so many layers of masks and compacts and powders, shadows, contouring, blending, concealing, patting, matting, pancaking and thick?
Why can't it just be makeup? Something that isn't a grand ambassadorial drill of kabuki perfection.
One has to surpass Picasso to be able to apply makeup according to instagram universe.

Makeup isn't all that what it's made out to be. There's no need for a hundred bronzers and translucent powders and bizarre paraphernalia.

One doesn't have to excavate through six floors of solid foundation to reach skin.
Makeup is more about accentuating and highlighting features because a woman knows how to carry her flaws.
The need for complete annihilation of imperfections therefore isn't necessary, until one think themselves completely flawed in which case makeup can only hide a face not fears.

Lycra

Wear Lycra, know your lumps, burn them off, wear Lycra again. Fall in love

No rainbow no

Why do rainbow cakes even exist? Like what are they even supposed to taste like? Rainbows? And what do rainbows taste like? I once saw a pixie sized rainbow over a pool of petrol. That rainbow would supposedly taste a lot different than ones formed over a spot of sunshine rain above bread loaves.
But looking at what unearthly abomination that rainbow cakes look like, I'd rest assured that it'd probably taste like ones made over a pool of rotting petrol..and the fact that petroleum doesn't even rot. Or does it?
Because if it were rotten, then a rainbow cake would be it.
Colours in a fucking cake?? Like studding my eyeballs with toothpicks to make my eyelashes appear longer..hah, I understate.

A gorgeous layered cake that cuts into wedges of a multitude of colours..like Joker just had stomach flu, only it tastes better.

Say NO to rainbow cakes.

Little pleasures

Bruce Lee, because Bruce Lee!

Headlines

"Paul Walker's daughter has grown up to be gorgeous" cuz god forbid if she looked anything remotely ordinary, to a parent who has attained semi legendary status in B action annals of Hollywood and now that she's growing up under the scrutiny of prying grapevine eyes she'd bear a stigma of sorts for looking even remotely normal.

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every news is some propaganda. You have to pick up which propaganda you prefer and I tire of it all.

T-cup

Virtues of drinking tea from a really pretty tiny cup. Momentarily finding myself in pixie land of instant gratifications.

Perfumed

A weave of mulled gold in hues of desert ochre with a vast mellowness imbue a room, with silken thread of golden light peeping in through sandy waterfalls of a curtain, soaked with light wooden accents.

Many questions

Now this, an odd gap between meal times that leave me confused whether I want to eat or just snack?
After the internal workings of an overstuffed stomach waved a flag asking me to cease my day long feast, I resorted to only drinking lots of water and coconut water, after which now that I'm close to dinner time, my stomach wonders if it wants a ready meal of huge proportions or should I simply enthral my dear rapacious belly with a few titbits or so, not necessarily of the healthy kind and without the virtues of a proper meal.

Sadness

Another reason to be sad..no SATC movie coming out anytime soon.
:(

Space fillers

Now here's a blank space one could find comfort in, or not. Stretching into eons of conversation-less words, ones without meaning, ones that need be needlessly thrown. They sputter out and gasp dying a slow death on coffee tables, while more follow.
And unhinged engine of continuous garble just to fill in the blanks left gaping between people who have nothing in common yet are tied through complicated strings of societal obligations.

Lights afire

To what do I owe the displeasure of these uncomforted thoughts seeping in like deadly venom, toxic in its wake and delicious in taste.

Watch my edifice burn would you? I'd set it on a blazing pyre myself and give you the satisfaction of viewing a splendiferous paroxysm of radiant storm, swallowing everything to a flaking cinder.


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Shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

Of this day spent in warm cool air
with a million hours to spare
an opportunity as this so rare
do I count my lucky stars, do I dare?
what use this be with no one to share
for you're far away, dunno where
in this meddlesome life impossibly square
virtual words to seduce you into my lair
midnight guest snuck in my snare
only to leave. I swear, I swear.
and I shown you all, absolutely bare
naked within, there's nothing I wear
smiling through sobs, I let you glare
believing that you're mine, through that stare
yet I know, fully aware
this nightly dream, a living nightmare
universe ours that set an odd pair
gifting hurt, and you an heir
expansive deserts of reality fare
crossing paths in cruel prayer
dropping a tear, willing to tear
flimsy constructs that I can't bear
for all this though, you needn't care
for you're here and I'm there

Feels

There's something to be said about pitch darkness engulfing a room on a hot white bright day, when curtains are drawn to a form a Stygian veil allowing only a hint of flaming rays to permeate through their thick fabrics and tumble into unlit rooms in a stream of obscure coolness.

Nights then morning

Because nights are filled with illogical desires and foolish needs.. like an unfinished painting sprawled on an insipid canvas of cotton, wandering a nomadic stride of sleepless plight.
Deciding between warm and cool spots, selectively entwined in sheets to cover chilling areas. Oft letting a toe peek out, a lone finger straddling the air outside to discern right temperatures; tossing over everywhere with a pigheaded determination that this would be the last time this sleepless form moves, but like a manufactured art of cubist proportions borne of overused imaginations the body relentlessly seeks daubs of convincing ether that'd readily anaesthetise this helpless bundle of limbs and tears never to settle in a single posture, contorting into shapes maligned looking for a final settlement of a thousand hours of sleepless debt that nights have begun to owe.

In here

Here I am. In a land saturated with boredom. Got to make the most of it, for this too shall pass.

Vogue

so here I surrender my love, mind body and soul, under aluminum stars that flash camera lights on my eyes. 

Conspiracy

Allahu akbar

The realities of life

Is any sport more strenuous in every which way other than figure skating? I mean the amount of compound movements and abilities and agilities are required to be skating, doing gymnastics, doing impossible forms, being strong as an ox (when working in partners) all at the same time.
This is god level sports, ah, added to that, not killing your partner into sliced vegetables with sword edged ice shoes being a prerequisite.

Level 'unachievable' unlocked .

Framed

On a law office wall

Watered

Drunk tonight!

Shakes head

There's nothing better on tv other than 'Top Chef'. No sir!

Many questions

Why the fuck would I ever buy Kareena Kapoor hawking an 'intelligent' channel??
It's like Stephen Hawking, hawking (haha) a Sports channel.

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So discovery channel has 'river monsters', and I've put it on alarm. \m/

Sweets for my sweets

Bread pudding today in caramel custard, scattered with Demerara sugar for the crunch and hints of Himalayan pink salt for that salted caramel tone.

Vanilla

The alchemy of cakes is hard to define.
Brilliance, perhaps..genius this magic.

Evaporated

Not nearly a day and my body has dried up to a prune, in the need to soak oil.
RealIzed how mostly humid a weather I came from, perpetually raining, wet, cold, clammy, odd. Now the weather is just the opposite and it feels nice to see some change in your game.