I mentioned in one of these archives about a new neighbour shifting in the house next door, and apparently whom I thought to be the new neighbour was in fact the landlady who'd rented out the house and sure enough new neighbours did move in.
Now this new neighbour whom I happened to meet very briefly before leaving for a month long India visit was not Chinese. Her accent didn't give away much of her country of origin but it seemed American. She told me her name, her son's name and that they'll be getting a dog this Christmas.
Alright I thought. This was a bit of a chance encounter since she was moving in and I just happened to be outside cleaning my doormat.
After this small forgettable little meet I was gone for a month and now here is where it gets interesting, for last week I happened to meet her son.
I was lighting tea lights at the entrance way when the mother son duo came up climbing.
For some reason I always found the mother to be a bit evasive. She'd avoid meeting, or even saying hi if no one was looking and making a beeline towards her door with the barest of greeting, this however wasn't the case with her son.
He greeted me with an affable smile and peered inside my house through the slightly open door. A gesture his mother was quick to notice and with a stern voice she called out to him beckoning him indoors, but this kid was just too curious and with a wide smile he crept closer to my door at which point his mom's voice grew ice and the kid obviously scared ran back in to his house.
She apologized to me, I said it was alright and then she added that her son's too friendly.
Alright I said and she was quick to shut her door. Ok then.
Next day around evening time my doorbell suddenly rang and there was the kid again. Beaming as a kid of seven would beam and asked if he could come in.
Now his accent was a dead giveaway and I knew instantly it was British.
Alright I said come on in.
His house door was ajar and it looked like they'd only just come back home from the day.
He saw my iPad and urged me to download a game called 'Tom gold run' which I did after which he began playing the game and I proceeded with my cooking.
A soft knock on my door and his mother was standing throwing daggers at her son.
He looked at her and grinned and ran out of my house and implored his mother to spend some time in my house to play.
Of course I didn't mind, I've kids coming in my house all the time. Like my Taiwanese friends, but the mother for obvious reasons wasn't too keen.
'You don't know these people' she said, and it kind of irked me the way she put it, but her son cleverly replied 'i know her and she's nice'..( that was sweet) Almost beseeching he begged her to let him come to my house to which she replied 'two minutes' and the kid ran back in to play the game.
(I know this is a long post but hang on)
Now this kid was well spoken, well mannered and totally into that game and our only conversation was about 'Tom gold run', but soon his mom was calling again and he went back, after which she briefly and quickly thanked me for indulging him while in the process of closing her door.
Hmm..I thought.
Next day he was inside my house at the same time.
This time my neighbour didn't seem to mind all that much, though she did get upset with him for ringing my bell again, but that was that.
Half an hour later she called for him to come back, a couple well meaning countdowns and icy voice later the kid was gone.
Now comes Saturday.
Around 3pm I heard dragging noise outside my door and promptly after that the bell rang. It was the kid dragging a large cardboard box into my house asking me if I could help him do something with it.
I looked outside and his house door was ajar, which meant his mother gave him permission to do so, probably that she was listening too since my door was wide open as well.
I asked him if he'd like a fort to which he jumped, flailed his arms and nodded his head profusely in reply.
I told him to come on Sunday for I was just about leaving for a movie and he was back in my house on Sunday.
Right, from all these chance meetings and odd encounters I'd gathered that she was single mother probably undertaking a teaching job.
I noticed while making him a fort that the kid was a lot more jittery and weirder than usual; a common symptom of having eaten too much sugar and on being asked he told me he'd eaten two ice creams.
While I was cutting away and gluing things to make a cardboard fort he began randomly telling me, like a rhyme how he was living in the UK, then in South Africa and now in Shanghai.
Ok, I was listening to his non stop prattle when he suddenly said 'you want to kill my mom?'
I nearly dropped the scissors. What? I asked? He began laughing and jumping about the living room screaming 'My neighbour wants to kill my mum'
This was most bizarre I tell you. I'm not mentally equipped to handle these situations and the kid just kept talking about death, murder, how he wants to bury people in his new fort, how his neighbour wants to kill his mum, how he is going to dig graves etc.
Mind you all this while I was attaching a roof to that bloody fort.
Now I know kids are given to weird flights of fancy.
My younger brother as a kid often spoke about lopping off his head to turn into a ghost but listening to a child in close proximity go on about murdering people, asking me about my intentions to killing his mom and repeating this endlessly was most extraordinary. I'm hardly accustomed to such talks.
After a while it got to me and I told him simply that I'll have to talk to his mum about what he was saying. That scared him and he was quiet but then like a child that he is he began laughing and a few moments later started it again.
I finished with his fort and dragged it to his house myself, with that kid in tow and presented him and the fort to his mother.
She asked her son to thank me and within moments closed and locked the door and this added to all the oddness this entire day was about.
I mean she looked so vary of exchanging words, and this is what's weird.
Suddenly she's fine with her son coming and building a fort with me, two days prior to which she'd told him 'you don't know these people'.
Her son randomly plonks his ass in his neighbours house having them build him a fort and she won't even as much as have anything in the way of conversation.
Not that I care about it much, but it's just basic decorum.
It just struck me as she wasn't too keen on getting known and that's ok. A lot less small talk in future but at that time it was almost sort of fishy.
This entire episode didn't add up.
- would anyone with a young kid move as much? country to country?
-what's with murder talks all the time? Perhaps just a kid thing?
-what's with all the secrecy and evasiveness.
- why didn't she help him build that fort?
- did she deliberately change her accent?
There's a mystery to this whole thing, though it might not be that interesting but it has my curiosity piqued and now I've begun keeping a close watch to their activities.
They leave their home at 6:30 am which is pretty early, so I guess she's got a teaching job.
They come back home exactly 12 hours later at 6:30pm. She comes in stealthily so as not to get noticed and as soon as her son makes noise she shushes him down and within moments enter and lock their door.
No other signs of activity.
No food deliveries, no package deliveries.
(I know this post is awfully long but I had to get this off my chest)
Isn't it intriguing?
I'm going to find out more. Imma Sherlock this as best as I can.
Soon..
Tuesday, 31 October 2017
yippee
The wheels of time, forever churning like my washing machine and my drier.
Seriously how is there so much laundry all the damn time?
I feel like I'm going to spend most of my life sifting through mounds of clothes.. and there's the ironing, the stacking, the suicide.
gah!
Seriously how is there so much laundry all the damn time?
I feel like I'm going to spend most of my life sifting through mounds of clothes.. and there's the ironing, the stacking, the suicide.
gah!
acquired
Here's the thing about acquired tastes, that they're acquired.
Often times we taste something and immediately decide whether or not we like, love or hate it. Sometimes we begin by not liking it and as our taste buds mature we grow to like it even love it and judging by the number of things one dislikes as a kid and loves as an adult one can assuredly pronounce that children have taste buds most vulgar; the inverse of which also happens. Things you loved as a kid and hate as an adult..and then there are some sneaky foodstuffs that silently stayed under the radar, always on your plate but you never had much thought about it until very recently.
Case in point cucumbers.
I've never had many opinions about cucumbers except ones that are cooked or warm in which case watch me fling the plate.
Cucumbers have always been a sort of sideshow or sidekick kind of vegetable for me. I enjoy them in a sandwich with copious amounts of butter, in salads with other accoutrements, but rarely do I ever like munching on them just on their own.
It's not that I don't like it, it's more like I don't care to ever eat it on its own like I would a carrot or a turnip.
I realized this when I was asked why I never buy cucumbers, for they're always picked by others who go vegetable shopping with me, for when I'm on my own I never ever buy cucumbers.
Hmm, I didn't have an answer to this until I realized I do not much care for cucumbers. Why? I don't know. They just kind of lack character, and I'm not one opposed to eating them on travels slitted and lemoned with a bit of spicy salt, but if left to my own devices I'd not be the one buying it. No sir.
So, talking about acquired tastes, I think tuna would be for some an acquired taste, though as a kid growing near seaside I always had an affinity towards fish and tuna wasn't something that ever repulsed me like I know it does some.
An acquired taste for me is soy milk. I love it in my smoothies, in shakes etc, but as I prepared a warm cup of soy milk with a teaspoon of coconut sugar and pinch of cinnamon in lieu of afternoon caffeine I realized I do not love the taste of soy milk at all.
Its peculiar rather bean-like flavour somehow gets masked in smoothies but when drinking on its own I try to gulp it in quick sips instead of lingering over like I usually would with almond milk or as I used to with regular milk.
Another acquired taste for me is coconut water. Can you imagine? I literally grew up near coconuts but always disliked the taste of its water. I'd once described its taste as stirring plain water with a steel knife, however, a few years of disliking it yet drinking it still since it was more easily available than water I began loving it, to the point that I drink 2 glasses of it every day. Great source of potassium too.
Coffee too I think is an acquired taste for me, and still is, for there are times when I absolutely can't stand it and sometimes when/if prepared just right watch me do a big splash and dive in it.
The point of this post?
none except that I needed to rant against my mug of steaming soy milk and confess that I really do not much care for it at all.
Often times we taste something and immediately decide whether or not we like, love or hate it. Sometimes we begin by not liking it and as our taste buds mature we grow to like it even love it and judging by the number of things one dislikes as a kid and loves as an adult one can assuredly pronounce that children have taste buds most vulgar; the inverse of which also happens. Things you loved as a kid and hate as an adult..and then there are some sneaky foodstuffs that silently stayed under the radar, always on your plate but you never had much thought about it until very recently.
Case in point cucumbers.
I've never had many opinions about cucumbers except ones that are cooked or warm in which case watch me fling the plate.
Cucumbers have always been a sort of sideshow or sidekick kind of vegetable for me. I enjoy them in a sandwich with copious amounts of butter, in salads with other accoutrements, but rarely do I ever like munching on them just on their own.
It's not that I don't like it, it's more like I don't care to ever eat it on its own like I would a carrot or a turnip.
I realized this when I was asked why I never buy cucumbers, for they're always picked by others who go vegetable shopping with me, for when I'm on my own I never ever buy cucumbers.
Hmm, I didn't have an answer to this until I realized I do not much care for cucumbers. Why? I don't know. They just kind of lack character, and I'm not one opposed to eating them on travels slitted and lemoned with a bit of spicy salt, but if left to my own devices I'd not be the one buying it. No sir.
So, talking about acquired tastes, I think tuna would be for some an acquired taste, though as a kid growing near seaside I always had an affinity towards fish and tuna wasn't something that ever repulsed me like I know it does some.
An acquired taste for me is soy milk. I love it in my smoothies, in shakes etc, but as I prepared a warm cup of soy milk with a teaspoon of coconut sugar and pinch of cinnamon in lieu of afternoon caffeine I realized I do not love the taste of soy milk at all.
Its peculiar rather bean-like flavour somehow gets masked in smoothies but when drinking on its own I try to gulp it in quick sips instead of lingering over like I usually would with almond milk or as I used to with regular milk.
Another acquired taste for me is coconut water. Can you imagine? I literally grew up near coconuts but always disliked the taste of its water. I'd once described its taste as stirring plain water with a steel knife, however, a few years of disliking it yet drinking it still since it was more easily available than water I began loving it, to the point that I drink 2 glasses of it every day. Great source of potassium too.
Coffee too I think is an acquired taste for me, and still is, for there are times when I absolutely can't stand it and sometimes when/if prepared just right watch me do a big splash and dive in it.
The point of this post?
none except that I needed to rant against my mug of steaming soy milk and confess that I really do not much care for it at all.
Meal
Tuesday let me embrace you..
Late night activities
A few things I've stopped mentioning because their occurrence is something I've begun taking for granted and as annoying as it is I know it'll never stop.
Case in point my cat's odd waking up hours and his need for food around 3-5am.
The fiend will begin walking about my slumbering person, scratching at the bed post, bumping his head against mine; indulging in every luciferian activity that he can conjure up at that delicious time when sleep is most overwhelming, meowing softly in my ear, telling me it's time to wake up like a good human and feed his diabolical mouth.
Like a zombie in need of fresh brains I wake up, trudge to his bowl, fill it and find my bearings back in the torrid heat of my welcoming blanket to almost die off immediately but alas there is a rush of activity happening down below, on my floors that is.
Ah, it's the feline now fully charged up and ready for action. Damn his nocturnal life, his need to be out and about when everything feels like glacial daggers outside of bed and my scarce clothing that keeps me from being too efficient in my manoeuver at that horrible time and yet, I persevere.
What do you need now? I growl at his extended paw that barely touches my face to wake me.
His needs are usually a multiple choice question. 1)more food 2)let me out 3) play with me 4) none of the above because I'm just being an asshole.
Usually its option 4 and when that happens I throw him out of the room and lock my bedroom door after which I duly enjoy a short nap that lasts anything between 5-10 minutes after which there emanates a rather low meow most beseeching in nature, sad in tenor and soft in purr from outside of the room.
Well, I'm not made of marble am I? And I open the door, inviting the demon itself back in the bedroom, whereupon he slowly rubs himself against my naked limbs and makes for my duvet.
That is how we make peace around 3:30am, he sits atop my blankets curling into a fur ball to sleep again, and I slither back in and take a long while to find broken strands of zzz's and sew them back to whatever knotty semblance of doze I can get..for just in a few short winks a deafening alarm wrecks havoc on my zen and there I am..zombified to the core stirring oats and making stuffed parantha's.
Case in point my cat's odd waking up hours and his need for food around 3-5am.
The fiend will begin walking about my slumbering person, scratching at the bed post, bumping his head against mine; indulging in every luciferian activity that he can conjure up at that delicious time when sleep is most overwhelming, meowing softly in my ear, telling me it's time to wake up like a good human and feed his diabolical mouth.
Like a zombie in need of fresh brains I wake up, trudge to his bowl, fill it and find my bearings back in the torrid heat of my welcoming blanket to almost die off immediately but alas there is a rush of activity happening down below, on my floors that is.
Ah, it's the feline now fully charged up and ready for action. Damn his nocturnal life, his need to be out and about when everything feels like glacial daggers outside of bed and my scarce clothing that keeps me from being too efficient in my manoeuver at that horrible time and yet, I persevere.
What do you need now? I growl at his extended paw that barely touches my face to wake me.
His needs are usually a multiple choice question. 1)more food 2)let me out 3) play with me 4) none of the above because I'm just being an asshole.
Usually its option 4 and when that happens I throw him out of the room and lock my bedroom door after which I duly enjoy a short nap that lasts anything between 5-10 minutes after which there emanates a rather low meow most beseeching in nature, sad in tenor and soft in purr from outside of the room.
Well, I'm not made of marble am I? And I open the door, inviting the demon itself back in the bedroom, whereupon he slowly rubs himself against my naked limbs and makes for my duvet.
That is how we make peace around 3:30am, he sits atop my blankets curling into a fur ball to sleep again, and I slither back in and take a long while to find broken strands of zzz's and sew them back to whatever knotty semblance of doze I can get..for just in a few short winks a deafening alarm wrecks havoc on my zen and there I am..zombified to the core stirring oats and making stuffed parantha's.
Monday, 30 October 2017
Fly away
A very good afternoon cher ami, and much delayed everything from this side of the tundra.
Today has been hectic to the point of exhaustion and I've only just entered my abode to be greeted by a well meaning draught and a cat who rather likes to believe he's on the verge of starvation even though he has been stuffing his fangs since midnight.
I'd been meaning to write about my dream since morning but what with being entangled in one activity after another like a dyslexic puppet caught in threads of its own making I've had not the time to as much as stare at my screen.
This is one of my favourite dreams and occurs almost once a month, a dream most lucid in which I'm flying.
It's always the same premise, I have this glider of sorts, most reliable if I may say so, and all I have to do is jump out a window or a mountain and pull at a string of sorts to unravel a contraption that enables me to fly or float depending on my mood and I've only to twist myself slightly in whatever direction I need to be to manoeuver my glider.
And here's the beauty of it that I do not hesitate not for a batting eyelid before jumping off a 40 storey building or a cliff.
It's unbelievably exhilarating, intensely vivifying..words fail me.
Imagine the absolute freedom and assurance that comes from a dauntless leap from a place high up in the air, with the audacious almost half-witted conviction of never dying, and I don't.
Easy as butter do I get wings and suddenly there's wind on my face, an impulsive even rash sense of being alone in the sky with not the slightest worry, letting myself go where'er I please.
So beautifully real almost unreal, which it is, but that moment there isn't a worry, nor a care of this world.
I was sitting on a ledge and randomly felt like letting go and there I was, letting gravity suck me only momentarily for in an instance I began floating.
Ah, that dream..that lovely dream.
Today has been hectic to the point of exhaustion and I've only just entered my abode to be greeted by a well meaning draught and a cat who rather likes to believe he's on the verge of starvation even though he has been stuffing his fangs since midnight.
I'd been meaning to write about my dream since morning but what with being entangled in one activity after another like a dyslexic puppet caught in threads of its own making I've had not the time to as much as stare at my screen.
This is one of my favourite dreams and occurs almost once a month, a dream most lucid in which I'm flying.
It's always the same premise, I have this glider of sorts, most reliable if I may say so, and all I have to do is jump out a window or a mountain and pull at a string of sorts to unravel a contraption that enables me to fly or float depending on my mood and I've only to twist myself slightly in whatever direction I need to be to manoeuver my glider.
And here's the beauty of it that I do not hesitate not for a batting eyelid before jumping off a 40 storey building or a cliff.
It's unbelievably exhilarating, intensely vivifying..words fail me.
Imagine the absolute freedom and assurance that comes from a dauntless leap from a place high up in the air, with the audacious almost half-witted conviction of never dying, and I don't.
Easy as butter do I get wings and suddenly there's wind on my face, an impulsive even rash sense of being alone in the sky with not the slightest worry, letting myself go where'er I please.
So beautifully real almost unreal, which it is, but that moment there isn't a worry, nor a care of this world.
I was sitting on a ledge and randomly felt like letting go and there I was, letting gravity suck me only momentarily for in an instance I began floating.
Ah, that dream..that lovely dream.
Sunday, 29 October 2017
Saturday, 28 October 2017
Blade runner
I watched Blade Runner 2049 and it's not a movie that should be missed.
If you have watched and loved the first blade runner then this is a visual treat infinite.
This movie so fantastically wonderful has broken any previous sci-fi benchmarks that could have ever existed.
So vast in its scope, terrifyingly beautiful, slow, morose, cosmic in approach it's undeniably the cherry on any sci fi cake, and it would be incredibly hard, nay, impossible to top it.
This movie is exactly what live action ghost in the shell should have been; in fact the kind of futuristic world in terms of colours, technology, finesse that could only ever have been shown in an anime format has been realized in such an efficiently excellent manner that it is flabbergasting indeed..the mind boggles.
No corners have been cut, the editing is a dream, no expense spared; there's nothing remotely half hearted about this movie and perhaps that's why it's longer than most movies but that's only because it's immensely grand in fruition with such precise details, dialogues and acting that you often forget that your mouth has been hanging open.
If I start taking abut it's music then perhaps I'll need a separate blog post for that, for the lucidity of its soundtrack is deadly, haunting, capable of hitting bulls eyes with such precision that your seat might have claw marks.
This movie's photography, cinematography deserves a standing applause and the effects, oh the effects are truly mind bending.Each frame is detailed in every aspect. Be it the production design, filters used, makeup, acting, set.
Oh this movie is a dystopian dream.
Do not miss it and if you get to watch it on IMAX then book your tickets right now!
If you have watched and loved the first blade runner then this is a visual treat infinite.
This movie so fantastically wonderful has broken any previous sci-fi benchmarks that could have ever existed.
So vast in its scope, terrifyingly beautiful, slow, morose, cosmic in approach it's undeniably the cherry on any sci fi cake, and it would be incredibly hard, nay, impossible to top it.
This movie is exactly what live action ghost in the shell should have been; in fact the kind of futuristic world in terms of colours, technology, finesse that could only ever have been shown in an anime format has been realized in such an efficiently excellent manner that it is flabbergasting indeed..the mind boggles.
No corners have been cut, the editing is a dream, no expense spared; there's nothing remotely half hearted about this movie and perhaps that's why it's longer than most movies but that's only because it's immensely grand in fruition with such precise details, dialogues and acting that you often forget that your mouth has been hanging open.
If I start taking abut it's music then perhaps I'll need a separate blog post for that, for the lucidity of its soundtrack is deadly, haunting, capable of hitting bulls eyes with such precision that your seat might have claw marks.
This movie's photography, cinematography deserves a standing applause and the effects, oh the effects are truly mind bending.Each frame is detailed in every aspect. Be it the production design, filters used, makeup, acting, set.
Oh this movie is a dystopian dream.
Do not miss it and if you get to watch it on IMAX then book your tickets right now!
Doods
Nothing fancy, only doing a bit of experimenting and mixing colours using pencils.
I've not been much of a Watercolour pencil user but slowly I'm getting the hang of it.
Don't know if I'll use it for my bigger drawing but a few trials never matter
Saturday is a bummer as of now and I'm listening to blade of Tyshalle because why not?
Did I tell you how extremely fascinating this character 'caine' is . Absolutely remarkable.
Friday, 27 October 2017
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Taking of gorgeous pictures..
Did I not feast my eyes or rather feed my eyes most salaciously on a picture that had no business being so bloody perfect with that raised eyebrow, tilted head ever so slightly, a smile that forgot its way and stayed so sensually throttled in that mystified curve of beautiful bow?
Ah, I did..for as long as I could. Coming back to it over and over, sighing, itching, loving..
Did I not feast my eyes or rather feed my eyes most salaciously on a picture that had no business being so bloody perfect with that raised eyebrow, tilted head ever so slightly, a smile that forgot its way and stayed so sensually throttled in that mystified curve of beautiful bow?
Ah, I did..for as long as I could. Coming back to it over and over, sighing, itching, loving..
Choclit
Say one thing about my sweet tooth, say it's taken vampiric fangs like proportion.
There isn't much in the way of sweet tooth that I have, more like a sweet chip that only craves a morsel or deeply dark chocolate post meals, but today..ah, today has been erratic by way of sweet cravings.
After a hearty meal of black bean stew (a very bastardised version of a Costa Rican dish) I disrobed one of my favourite chocolate from its aluminium veil and ate two pieces of it, since it comes in a four piece pack (sharing and all that) and opened my mouth for another bite only to realise there was going to be no other bite, for the chocolate in question had been devoured in a predatory manner of rapacious zeal, and so I headed for another piece of goodness, this time opting for a twix mini, for I do love the caramel denseness straddling the almost ethereal biscuit crunch that is draped rather voluptuously by a thick coating of milk chocolate and within winking moments I had munched my way toward its sweet demise.
But was my irrational cacoethes even satisfied?
To that I say no sir, for moments after that my hand was plunged into a packet of soft fudge and in rapid succession of a starving Buccaneer I proceeded to decimate the soft flesh of said milk fudge until I remembered that this is the third instalment of chocolate and that it's time to stop and with great difficulty I stopped.
Now I sit contemplating and wondering as to what brought about this rather asinine urge to suddenly go ballistic on chocolates and to that I can only say that body is a mystery.
There are times when I crave absolutely no sweet and times when I find myself baking a batch of brownies in the middle of the night.
Well, I'm sorry dear squat jumps and other such torments I put my body through to keep me from looking like someone who eats chocolate at night, this was uncalled for..but then it's the weekend, and a bit of obscenity is called for, given it doesn't happen tomorrow. Which it won't, or will it?
We'll just have to wait and watch.
I leave you with a cliffhanger.
Hahahaha.
There isn't much in the way of sweet tooth that I have, more like a sweet chip that only craves a morsel or deeply dark chocolate post meals, but today..ah, today has been erratic by way of sweet cravings.
After a hearty meal of black bean stew (a very bastardised version of a Costa Rican dish) I disrobed one of my favourite chocolate from its aluminium veil and ate two pieces of it, since it comes in a four piece pack (sharing and all that) and opened my mouth for another bite only to realise there was going to be no other bite, for the chocolate in question had been devoured in a predatory manner of rapacious zeal, and so I headed for another piece of goodness, this time opting for a twix mini, for I do love the caramel denseness straddling the almost ethereal biscuit crunch that is draped rather voluptuously by a thick coating of milk chocolate and within winking moments I had munched my way toward its sweet demise.
But was my irrational cacoethes even satisfied?
To that I say no sir, for moments after that my hand was plunged into a packet of soft fudge and in rapid succession of a starving Buccaneer I proceeded to decimate the soft flesh of said milk fudge until I remembered that this is the third instalment of chocolate and that it's time to stop and with great difficulty I stopped.
Now I sit contemplating and wondering as to what brought about this rather asinine urge to suddenly go ballistic on chocolates and to that I can only say that body is a mystery.
There are times when I crave absolutely no sweet and times when I find myself baking a batch of brownies in the middle of the night.
Well, I'm sorry dear squat jumps and other such torments I put my body through to keep me from looking like someone who eats chocolate at night, this was uncalled for..but then it's the weekend, and a bit of obscenity is called for, given it doesn't happen tomorrow. Which it won't, or will it?
We'll just have to wait and watch.
I leave you with a cliffhanger.
Hahahaha.
welcome to tomorrow
Everything is forever perfect in Tomorrowland.
If you were to ever visit this most ancient megapolitan a sister city to Neverland you'd unearth the archaeological remains of everything ever said and never done, for each time that we make a dented promise to do something tomorrow, be sure it finds itself buried in Tomorrowland, waiting to be dug up tomorrow, one that never comes, one that always looks perfect today, one that is sincerely procrastinated to never be found.
How impeccably foolproofs are tomorrow, how unproductively nonfunctional do they always turn today.
If you were to ever visit this most ancient megapolitan a sister city to Neverland you'd unearth the archaeological remains of everything ever said and never done, for each time that we make a dented promise to do something tomorrow, be sure it finds itself buried in Tomorrowland, waiting to be dug up tomorrow, one that never comes, one that always looks perfect today, one that is sincerely procrastinated to never be found.
How impeccably foolproofs are tomorrow, how unproductively nonfunctional do they always turn today.
–ºª
Is it Friday already?
dear dear oh dear, didn't I just land yesterday?
Grains of sand, even finer that slip through a big holed sieve; the only way to stop it dead in its tracks is wetting it with an ambitious slurry of hard work and diligence, both of which are almost as impossible to unearth as the fountain of youth and therefore such a bore to persevere.
dear dear oh dear, didn't I just land yesterday?
Grains of sand, even finer that slip through a big holed sieve; the only way to stop it dead in its tracks is wetting it with an ambitious slurry of hard work and diligence, both of which are almost as impossible to unearth as the fountain of youth and therefore such a bore to persevere.
Nourish
Morning click
Thursday, 26 October 2017
phantomed
What is not to love about theatrics and I'm adoring every bit of drama these 'ghost' songs exude, and can I just say I'm listening to the acoustic version of Jigolo Har Megiddo the third time in a loop and it's absolutely beautiful.
The vocals are most remarkable and the simple plucking of strings is admirably done. I envy the effortless clean pluck to each string, by masked men no less.
Beautiful really.
It's an outstanding playlist and how does one thank thee, sweetness?
hearts galore.
Gah
Oops I did it again!
I had no reason to you see, there simply wasn't any reason why I'd wake up so early and go back to sleep at 7:45 and wake up at 10:00 gasps!!
Now this is getting to be a very disturbing trend.
This isn't me and my only defence is that I'm possessed by a very malevolent spirit that refuses to leave the toasty confines of warm bed and sizzling duvet.
I think I was grumbling as one is wont to so early in the morning and after fixing breakfast and packing lunch I made a beeline towards my bed and there I was, dead to the world only to awaken so damn late.
This is highly peculiar I tell you. I did wake up a few times in between, but the mere thought of abandoning the volcanic warmth of caressing scorch for gelid needling of puncturing icicles quickly made me veto the whole thought and here I am, guilty as sin, sipping on lemon water, talking of my misery.
My entire day is delayed because of my new fancies.
Gah, this is like the lazy people's blueprint that I now try to master and I'm not even lazy.
I could just say that I'm jet lagged, that my body is still accustomed to India time but that would be a lie I guess.
My body clock is just fine, it's my will power that has weakened. Obviously that's the first thing demons do when they possess you; to wreck your will power to shreds.
No restraints and this isn't how it's going to be.
I'll have to think of something quick for this is serious. Now to find me a good exorcist who could exorcise this demonic apparition away..perhaps listening to ghost songs would help.
And now I have a whole list of 'em.
Can I ever thank my stars enough?
Ah, so goes my day, and so shall I.
Right, workout and lunch and a bit of outdoor activities and I hope I can manage everything before the day gets over.
But seriously, how do I remedy this sudden onslaught of dwindling will power?
:(
I had no reason to you see, there simply wasn't any reason why I'd wake up so early and go back to sleep at 7:45 and wake up at 10:00 gasps!!
Now this is getting to be a very disturbing trend.
This isn't me and my only defence is that I'm possessed by a very malevolent spirit that refuses to leave the toasty confines of warm bed and sizzling duvet.
I think I was grumbling as one is wont to so early in the morning and after fixing breakfast and packing lunch I made a beeline towards my bed and there I was, dead to the world only to awaken so damn late.
This is highly peculiar I tell you. I did wake up a few times in between, but the mere thought of abandoning the volcanic warmth of caressing scorch for gelid needling of puncturing icicles quickly made me veto the whole thought and here I am, guilty as sin, sipping on lemon water, talking of my misery.
My entire day is delayed because of my new fancies.
Gah, this is like the lazy people's blueprint that I now try to master and I'm not even lazy.
I could just say that I'm jet lagged, that my body is still accustomed to India time but that would be a lie I guess.
My body clock is just fine, it's my will power that has weakened. Obviously that's the first thing demons do when they possess you; to wreck your will power to shreds.
No restraints and this isn't how it's going to be.
I'll have to think of something quick for this is serious. Now to find me a good exorcist who could exorcise this demonic apparition away..perhaps listening to ghost songs would help.
And now I have a whole list of 'em.
Can I ever thank my stars enough?
Ah, so goes my day, and so shall I.
Right, workout and lunch and a bit of outdoor activities and I hope I can manage everything before the day gets over.
But seriously, how do I remedy this sudden onslaught of dwindling will power?
:(
Wednesday, 25 October 2017
Rhymeskin
It's winter and I know it
Cuz my skin needs a glow kit
dry like paper
you could tear it apart
in need of dewy vapour
it stings at my heart
to tell you that it's cold
a yearly tale unfolds
when creams are shunned
in oils I float
so here's a list
of all that I've amassed
jojoba, avocado and coconut
the options are indeed vast
but only a few I do love indeed
ones from nuts and few from seeds
almond and coconut for eyes, body and lip
and my face is a slave
to age old rosehip
Cuz my skin needs a glow kit
dry like paper
you could tear it apart
in need of dewy vapour
it stings at my heart
to tell you that it's cold
a yearly tale unfolds
when creams are shunned
in oils I float
so here's a list
of all that I've amassed
jojoba, avocado and coconut
the options are indeed vast
but only a few I do love indeed
ones from nuts and few from seeds
almond and coconut for eyes, body and lip
and my face is a slave
to age old rosehip
dephile
This is fascinatingly odd and beautifully melodious. It's like a mix of bizarre and bazaar..odiosuly delicious and madly sexy.
breakfast heats
Fuck eggs!
they're wonderful and versatile and what not but by the gods, it can get mundane and boring to keep eating eggs every bloody day.
One has to be a special kind of unpersevering sloth to eat the same breakfast each day
A vegan would tell you how eggs are cholesterol bombs and hen's periods to put one off egg diet for a considerable period of time and one could if they want to go completely egg free by devising better breakfast meals that don't involve eggs--like making a delicious macaroni salad the night before with lots of different plant-based sans cholesterol protein. I'm looking at you assorted legumes, or fruits and toast are a great idea as well or how about just a very simple PBJ? or how about pancakes where instead of eggs you add bananas and peanut butter?
And smoothies? How about those? Just add fruits, nuts, oats or anything your heart desires to some milk and whizz away to get a drinkable breakfast and far more nutritious than eggs to boot.
Or how about wraps? with vegetables and a creamy spread?
of course, all these foods need getting a bit out of comfort zone and actually doing a bit of pottering about and chopping.
You know what they say about pains and gains..
also, it's your body. It's only right to treat it with as little laze and as much zeal as possible, moreover, a bit of diversity hurts no one and as difficult as it might be to bring it about in one's thoughts it's easily brought to a plate.
I know, I know its easy to sit and type and write these things and much harder to exercise and bring these goals to fruition but were it true wouldn't everyone be eating eggs every day?
they're wonderful and versatile and what not but by the gods, it can get mundane and boring to keep eating eggs every bloody day.
One has to be a special kind of unpersevering sloth to eat the same breakfast each day
A vegan would tell you how eggs are cholesterol bombs and hen's periods to put one off egg diet for a considerable period of time and one could if they want to go completely egg free by devising better breakfast meals that don't involve eggs--like making a delicious macaroni salad the night before with lots of different plant-based sans cholesterol protein. I'm looking at you assorted legumes, or fruits and toast are a great idea as well or how about just a very simple PBJ? or how about pancakes where instead of eggs you add bananas and peanut butter?
And smoothies? How about those? Just add fruits, nuts, oats or anything your heart desires to some milk and whizz away to get a drinkable breakfast and far more nutritious than eggs to boot.
Or how about wraps? with vegetables and a creamy spread?
of course, all these foods need getting a bit out of comfort zone and actually doing a bit of pottering about and chopping.
You know what they say about pains and gains..
also, it's your body. It's only right to treat it with as little laze and as much zeal as possible, moreover, a bit of diversity hurts no one and as difficult as it might be to bring it about in one's thoughts it's easily brought to a plate.
I know, I know its easy to sit and type and write these things and much harder to exercise and bring these goals to fruition but were it true wouldn't everyone be eating eggs every day?
etc
I've been doing some airport learnings and most airports especially international have some guidelines in regards to their layouts and after marshalling my thoughts I've realized that even here in Shanghai one cannot just waltz about in their cars and cabs to the main arrivals hall.
One has to either park their cars or get dropped in a particular zone after which cabs or vehicles aren't allowed.
It's been forever since I went to receive someone at Delhi T3 but yes cabs are not allowed after a point at arrivals which is why denizens park their cars a good distance from the airport (you might have seen a line of cars parked on roadside as one reaches the airport area) and only bring forward their cars when they receive a phone call for pick up.
Of course, it would be a lot easier to park cars in designated parking spots but who wants to shell out money in parking?
--
I think monster house was a pretty creepy movie and was it really for kids? I mean yeah it was, but I bet my brother would still not watch it.
As was the movie Coraline, which I didn't think was near as kid-friendly. Though I really do think if someone was to make 'Neverwhere' it could be made into a much funnier kiddie version but that's maybe for some other time.
Talking of movies I'm mighty pissed at having missed 'blade runner' for reasons I'd not like to elaborate here because they'd easily transcend into a bitching session and I'd spiral out of control, though having said that it's playing on IMAX here and hopefully still would by the time weekend arrives.
In fact, I just checked and it's getting released here on 27th, and that makes me seethe a lot less. Hah!
--
caffeine purge week has started and I didn't feel the pangs of missing my tea this morning and in fact, I didn't. I've fallen once again in love with 'rooibos' tea and that is what I sip on as I type this.
--
I hate it when shopkeepers and other such representatives ask for telephone numbers..I mean I've just done all this shopping and here you stand asking my number so you can bombard me with messages about holiday collections and flash sales?
I don't usually give away my number, but this time, in an act of filial rebellion after having a small spat with my dad I gave all shops his number. Mean, I know, but it felt like the right thing to do at that moment.
hahaha (evil laugh)
One has to either park their cars or get dropped in a particular zone after which cabs or vehicles aren't allowed.
It's been forever since I went to receive someone at Delhi T3 but yes cabs are not allowed after a point at arrivals which is why denizens park their cars a good distance from the airport (you might have seen a line of cars parked on roadside as one reaches the airport area) and only bring forward their cars when they receive a phone call for pick up.
Of course, it would be a lot easier to park cars in designated parking spots but who wants to shell out money in parking?
--
I think monster house was a pretty creepy movie and was it really for kids? I mean yeah it was, but I bet my brother would still not watch it.
As was the movie Coraline, which I didn't think was near as kid-friendly. Though I really do think if someone was to make 'Neverwhere' it could be made into a much funnier kiddie version but that's maybe for some other time.
Talking of movies I'm mighty pissed at having missed 'blade runner' for reasons I'd not like to elaborate here because they'd easily transcend into a bitching session and I'd spiral out of control, though having said that it's playing on IMAX here and hopefully still would by the time weekend arrives.
In fact, I just checked and it's getting released here on 27th, and that makes me seethe a lot less. Hah!
--
caffeine purge week has started and I didn't feel the pangs of missing my tea this morning and in fact, I didn't. I've fallen once again in love with 'rooibos' tea and that is what I sip on as I type this.
--
I hate it when shopkeepers and other such representatives ask for telephone numbers..I mean I've just done all this shopping and here you stand asking my number so you can bombard me with messages about holiday collections and flash sales?
I don't usually give away my number, but this time, in an act of filial rebellion after having a small spat with my dad I gave all shops his number. Mean, I know, but it felt like the right thing to do at that moment.
hahaha (evil laugh)
Sock
That my raiments of the day include socks as well is why I'm constantly feeling overdressed.
But hey, I get to wear my batman tights again.
But hey, I get to wear my batman tights again.
I love long posts
Regular as a clockwork I was awake at that wee hour in the cold of morning when sun hadn't risen, when clock was yet to strike six, when my eyes and ears caught the sounds of scraping coming from kitchen.
Pulling my jacket tighter around me to form a sarcophagus I made my way towards the sounds only to see that people had been emptying leftovers into a lunchbox and as I stood studying this spectacle I was asked most warmly to go back to sleep.
Uh oh, I proposed making fresher lunch but it wasn't heard of; alright breakfast then, in answer to which I was told that bananas and milk would suffice and that I should get back in warm bed.
My brain was still trying to add up this morning visage when the tap was turned on and empty dishes that stood after being ransacked of leftovers were diligently washed.
I didn't have to be told twice and made my way back to my bed and within moments was asleep, only to be woken up by a very hungry cat sometime around eight.
Eight is to me too late but still better than waking up at ten and that I had little to no work in the morning pleased me no end..did I mention the sink was empty and dry?
Ah, bliss!!
Right, today.
I write this as I ready for a workout and I won't be starting with anything strenuous.
Just a bit of HIIT and yoga to ease in so that by next week I can condition myself into strength training.
Did I mentioned I've gained a bit of weight that's basically just water weight (I hope) from holiday excesses and I need to get rid of it asap.
Say one thing about me, say I've learnt the art of procrastination, viz., my new iPhone that I've not even got out of its box, mostly because I don't need it at this moment, my current phone is working just fine; the iWatch I have given away to people who really wanted it since I really don't care for such watches anymore and I'm wondering if I should give away the iPhone as well..but that'll hurt people who bought it as a gift and now I'm confused since I don't know if I want to use it at all.
Yes I know 'out with the old, in with the new' but this phone doesn't feel that old, it's working fine and I don't want to sit and dedicate much time to rigging a new phone.
Also, I've been delaying setting up my cupboard with winter clothing. Again, it's the unboxing of winter wear and boxing summer clothes and I just don't feel up to this task that I'll have to undertake very soon, because it gets colder by the day and my cupboard is currently ill equipped to keep me warm.
Morning are full of morose musings and wonderments, the planning and plotting of living living through today. Task and lists and chores and such, and us in the middle of it all.
Soon.
Pulling my jacket tighter around me to form a sarcophagus I made my way towards the sounds only to see that people had been emptying leftovers into a lunchbox and as I stood studying this spectacle I was asked most warmly to go back to sleep.
Uh oh, I proposed making fresher lunch but it wasn't heard of; alright breakfast then, in answer to which I was told that bananas and milk would suffice and that I should get back in warm bed.
My brain was still trying to add up this morning visage when the tap was turned on and empty dishes that stood after being ransacked of leftovers were diligently washed.
I didn't have to be told twice and made my way back to my bed and within moments was asleep, only to be woken up by a very hungry cat sometime around eight.
Eight is to me too late but still better than waking up at ten and that I had little to no work in the morning pleased me no end..did I mention the sink was empty and dry?
Ah, bliss!!
Right, today.
I write this as I ready for a workout and I won't be starting with anything strenuous.
Just a bit of HIIT and yoga to ease in so that by next week I can condition myself into strength training.
Did I mentioned I've gained a bit of weight that's basically just water weight (I hope) from holiday excesses and I need to get rid of it asap.
Say one thing about me, say I've learnt the art of procrastination, viz., my new iPhone that I've not even got out of its box, mostly because I don't need it at this moment, my current phone is working just fine; the iWatch I have given away to people who really wanted it since I really don't care for such watches anymore and I'm wondering if I should give away the iPhone as well..but that'll hurt people who bought it as a gift and now I'm confused since I don't know if I want to use it at all.
Yes I know 'out with the old, in with the new' but this phone doesn't feel that old, it's working fine and I don't want to sit and dedicate much time to rigging a new phone.
Also, I've been delaying setting up my cupboard with winter clothing. Again, it's the unboxing of winter wear and boxing summer clothes and I just don't feel up to this task that I'll have to undertake very soon, because it gets colder by the day and my cupboard is currently ill equipped to keep me warm.
Morning are full of morose musings and wonderments, the planning and plotting of living living through today. Task and lists and chores and such, and us in the middle of it all.
Soon.
Tuesday, 24 October 2017
Funfuckery
Please click on the link to watch this Japanese advert that might blow your brains into a thousand exclamations of confused awe.
Musicdunk
During evening such, when I want to listen to music that'll sooth me, relax and rejuvenate, it isn't metal I crave but classical in the way of sitar, tabla or flute..and often times a medley of all..and currently as I sip on hot chocolate I let myself sink in Niladri Kumar's sonorous sitar backed with Talvin Singh's tabla and can I tell you how near tranquil I feel.
It's weird but different musics have different times.
I don't know how it is but during noon time I need something screeching, heavy, riff drowned and all out metal but as the day ebbs I seek lo-fi, jazz hop, classical, saxophones and even 'Khayal' .
Often times it's a lot to do with weather, company around and just the general mood but right now this is how it is.
It's weird but different musics have different times.
I don't know how it is but during noon time I need something screeching, heavy, riff drowned and all out metal but as the day ebbs I seek lo-fi, jazz hop, classical, saxophones and even 'Khayal' .
Often times it's a lot to do with weather, company around and just the general mood but right now this is how it is.
Cold duh
What's worse than coming back home and wondering what to cook for dinner?
Coming back to a house colder than a morgue and wondering what to cook for dinner.
For the cats convenience I'd left the balcony door ajar and now my house is an even 16°C and everything feels repulsively glacial.
The tip of my nose has taken to staying boreal and moving about the house makes me feel like I'm trekking inside an icebox.
I might turn hydrophobic and make myself a little shrine under a pile of duvets only to come out when the season turns because right now it's still the pleasant part of coming winters, which will take a turn for the worse come next month.
I'm starting my caffeine purge from tomorrow and could this come at a more suboptimal time?
Well, in each life some rain must fall and the past few days my taste buds have stopped relishing coffee and perhaps this is my body telling me to stop with the caffeine and start with the exercises.
No seriously, two weeks of no workout as good as it feels makes me feel a bit out of it.
It's like the body understands and starts hinting by cramping muscles that usually wouldn't cramp under normal circumstances during days of continuous exercises.
Wait, what was this post about?
Yes, that it's cold, the house is plotting to cryogenically freeze me because it's still a few notches warmer outside than inside and right now I want nothing better than to live in a green house of warmth and sunshine.
Yes yes, complain when it was hot and crib now that it's cold.
But why not?
I mean I like the pleasant side of things as opposed to their extreme avatars.
Ah well..more soon.
Coming back to a house colder than a morgue and wondering what to cook for dinner.
For the cats convenience I'd left the balcony door ajar and now my house is an even 16°C and everything feels repulsively glacial.
The tip of my nose has taken to staying boreal and moving about the house makes me feel like I'm trekking inside an icebox.
I might turn hydrophobic and make myself a little shrine under a pile of duvets only to come out when the season turns because right now it's still the pleasant part of coming winters, which will take a turn for the worse come next month.
I'm starting my caffeine purge from tomorrow and could this come at a more suboptimal time?
Well, in each life some rain must fall and the past few days my taste buds have stopped relishing coffee and perhaps this is my body telling me to stop with the caffeine and start with the exercises.
No seriously, two weeks of no workout as good as it feels makes me feel a bit out of it.
It's like the body understands and starts hinting by cramping muscles that usually wouldn't cramp under normal circumstances during days of continuous exercises.
Wait, what was this post about?
Yes, that it's cold, the house is plotting to cryogenically freeze me because it's still a few notches warmer outside than inside and right now I want nothing better than to live in a green house of warmth and sunshine.
Yes yes, complain when it was hot and crib now that it's cold.
But why not?
I mean I like the pleasant side of things as opposed to their extreme avatars.
Ah well..more soon.
Failures
There's a certain poetry in pushing the stop button after pushing 'snooze' half a dozen times.
As diligent as snooze may be, clucking to life very few minutes, there's something rather exhilarating about killing it, of course the rewards are hardly as enriching.
True to form I was awake around 6:00am what with breakfast and lunch and a bit of cleaning, I found myself unfurling the duvet precisely an hour later after which I embedded myself like a wee widget under its covers and refused to be woken up by Siri whom I'd specifically asked to wake me after 45 minutes or so.
Taking a cue from the cat who slept in a fat curl of fur beside me I slumbered unrepentantly and woke much after 10:00am. Now this is indeed embarrassing.
What is wrong with me? Where are my senses? Why have I been waking up oh so late. I mean this is grotesquely late and in fact some people have their naps by this time and here I am rubbing at my eyes, waking up for the second time and that too so bloody late.
I've found a way around this and that is by not sleeping at all, in the morning that is.
I was resolved to work out but that's not happening considering I'm so late and my chores are pending.
Also, I've to be out and about and work out just won't fit in today's schedule. Gah, I should've been done by everything by now, yet here I am, sipping lemon water and contemplating life, too late in the day I say.
Hmph!
As diligent as snooze may be, clucking to life very few minutes, there's something rather exhilarating about killing it, of course the rewards are hardly as enriching.
True to form I was awake around 6:00am what with breakfast and lunch and a bit of cleaning, I found myself unfurling the duvet precisely an hour later after which I embedded myself like a wee widget under its covers and refused to be woken up by Siri whom I'd specifically asked to wake me after 45 minutes or so.
Taking a cue from the cat who slept in a fat curl of fur beside me I slumbered unrepentantly and woke much after 10:00am. Now this is indeed embarrassing.
What is wrong with me? Where are my senses? Why have I been waking up oh so late. I mean this is grotesquely late and in fact some people have their naps by this time and here I am rubbing at my eyes, waking up for the second time and that too so bloody late.
I've found a way around this and that is by not sleeping at all, in the morning that is.
I was resolved to work out but that's not happening considering I'm so late and my chores are pending.
Also, I've to be out and about and work out just won't fit in today's schedule. Gah, I should've been done by everything by now, yet here I am, sipping lemon water and contemplating life, too late in the day I say.
Hmph!
Monday, 23 October 2017
Ho hum and arghhh
Got out a duvet of fairly meagre thickness to cope up with the budding chill and getting it out of its vacuum packed home has lent it a certain mothball scent, since I did pack it with copious amounts of mothballs and I suddenly have an urge to spread it under screaming sun to rid it of the odd smell that reminds one of forgotten places..of course this is easily remedied with constant usage and or washing the covers, of which I'm inclined to do the former tonight. Perhaps tomorrow I'll get on with some washing machine action.
The cat sleeps beside me and looks only too happy to be back in his familiar surroundings.
I don't know yet how I feel about these familiar surroundings.
What with the internet being messy and the need for vpn to as much as breathe is getting to be a major irritant.
I hear they're going to ban vpn come next year and I'm seriously thinking about heading back, for this is ridiculous.
What are people not from this country going to go about their daily lives?
Ugh..I'm five kinds of pissed right now.
Too many things on my head and did I mention the sudden onslaught of cockroaches in my kitchen?
Most curious this.
I don't know where they came from and how they got to be here, for this is the first time I'm faced with roaches in the house and I'm going to put an end to this.
I've sprayed lethal doses of roach killer in every book and cranny of the kitchen, taking care to stash away all sorts of foodstuff from the vicinity of course and yesterday I found a few dead babies and a couple adults and here's hoping for more dead bodies tomorrow.
But how did they come is the more important question.
What stone did I not leave unturned? Why this sudden infestation.
Now there aren't hundred, but even a few are enough to send my blood boiling, and boiling it is.
I'll have to get some boric acid and stick it in places to have them carry death to their families if this problem doesn't remedy. But remedy it will.
Oh yes it will.
The cat sleeps beside me and looks only too happy to be back in his familiar surroundings.
I don't know yet how I feel about these familiar surroundings.
What with the internet being messy and the need for vpn to as much as breathe is getting to be a major irritant.
I hear they're going to ban vpn come next year and I'm seriously thinking about heading back, for this is ridiculous.
What are people not from this country going to go about their daily lives?
Ugh..I'm five kinds of pissed right now.
Too many things on my head and did I mention the sudden onslaught of cockroaches in my kitchen?
Most curious this.
I don't know where they came from and how they got to be here, for this is the first time I'm faced with roaches in the house and I'm going to put an end to this.
I've sprayed lethal doses of roach killer in every book and cranny of the kitchen, taking care to stash away all sorts of foodstuff from the vicinity of course and yesterday I found a few dead babies and a couple adults and here's hoping for more dead bodies tomorrow.
But how did they come is the more important question.
What stone did I not leave unturned? Why this sudden infestation.
Now there aren't hundred, but even a few are enough to send my blood boiling, and boiling it is.
I'll have to get some boric acid and stick it in places to have them carry death to their families if this problem doesn't remedy. But remedy it will.
Oh yes it will.
New shit
Apparently you cannot even access WhatsApp without vpn now.
This is a fairly new development. It wasn't the case just a month back.
It's getting really difficult to do anything like a normal human being here. Hope this resolves soon or I'm heading back to the world of free internet.
This is a fairly new development. It wasn't the case just a month back.
It's getting really difficult to do anything like a normal human being here. Hope this resolves soon or I'm heading back to the world of free internet.
Dirrrty
Updated
Phew on the double.
Let me just begin by confessing that I've been a total slob today.
Woke up at 8:00am IST which roughly translates to post 10:00am here and didn't budge from under my sheets for the next half an hour, for I was marshalling my thoughts apart from berating myself for being such a slob.
Did I wake up to fix breakfast and cook lunch? Of course not.
Of vegetables there was nothing in the fridge and I was still feeling the discomfort of sudden onslaught of cold, considering I've not got any of my winter clothes out yet and feel at a loss still to do the same because it was only a few months ago that I got the last of them dry cleaned and stashed away, now I've to unpack those large boxes again. I don't feel it yet.
My dining table looks like a small Indian store has exploded over it what with spices and desserts and an assortment of various foods and other such things one only finds back home and I've not yet arranged them in my pantry and damned if I will today.
I'm just not ready to be immersed in the flow of things yet, my hangover hammers hard on my senses and I feel out of sync with this sudden change in scenery. Connecting to vpn alone triggered my agitation and it'll take a while for me to settle in.
The only silver lining to this gloomy cold day being the cat who realized I've come back who sleeps on my bed content after rubbing his face on mine and eating his favourite food by the gallon.
Did I mention I went vegetable shopping today and my absence had been duly noted by the fruit seller, vegetable vendor and dumpling maker.
Ah, the accoutrements in my social life makes me wonder..
Also, my dear friends the Taiwanese sent me a freshly baked hot bread and for that I'm thankful.
Let's ponder over what could be dinner..
Let me just begin by confessing that I've been a total slob today.
Woke up at 8:00am IST which roughly translates to post 10:00am here and didn't budge from under my sheets for the next half an hour, for I was marshalling my thoughts apart from berating myself for being such a slob.
Did I wake up to fix breakfast and cook lunch? Of course not.
Of vegetables there was nothing in the fridge and I was still feeling the discomfort of sudden onslaught of cold, considering I've not got any of my winter clothes out yet and feel at a loss still to do the same because it was only a few months ago that I got the last of them dry cleaned and stashed away, now I've to unpack those large boxes again. I don't feel it yet.
My dining table looks like a small Indian store has exploded over it what with spices and desserts and an assortment of various foods and other such things one only finds back home and I've not yet arranged them in my pantry and damned if I will today.
I'm just not ready to be immersed in the flow of things yet, my hangover hammers hard on my senses and I feel out of sync with this sudden change in scenery. Connecting to vpn alone triggered my agitation and it'll take a while for me to settle in.
The only silver lining to this gloomy cold day being the cat who realized I've come back who sleeps on my bed content after rubbing his face on mine and eating his favourite food by the gallon.
Did I mention I went vegetable shopping today and my absence had been duly noted by the fruit seller, vegetable vendor and dumpling maker.
Ah, the accoutrements in my social life makes me wonder..
Also, my dear friends the Taiwanese sent me a freshly baked hot bread and for that I'm thankful.
Let's ponder over what could be dinner..
Sunday, 22 October 2017
Easy come easy go
That I have to connect to vpn to access my favourite words is a process of pain that I do not wish to comment on.
Gone are the days when I'd ideally open any website without the hassle of any protocols.
Ah, the things that bother me.
I came home to half a dozen dead plants and to say that my soul shrivelled inside of me would be putting it rather timidly, for I cried a tsunami in my heart.
Turns out the apparatus I'd made to steadily seep water in plants didn't work in some, while others are lush green and prospering, a few died to a dried twig like cadaver.
Sads.
Also, it's gotten cold.
The house feels like a hill station guest house, cold with a feeling of empty desertion.
Houses take a bit of warming up and living into to turn them into homes and with the kind of autumnal chill that's steadily veering towards gelid enthusiasm this place might take a whole lot of warming up.
It's windy, brazenly so, and the need to constantly wear socks and full warm clothing has necessitated a number of immediate changes; like pulling out season friendly garb that is composed of sweat shirts and fleece jackets to keep oncoming cold at bay and did I tell you how repulsive cold water feels to the touch?
Now the issue with my darling cat.
I saw him but a glimpse before he disappeared somewhere in the scenery, and is not yet aware of my return.
I'll go out to look for him in a while if he doesn't turn up and ugh, I'm back here in truth and there's something very numb inside of me right now.
Gone are the days when I'd ideally open any website without the hassle of any protocols.
Ah, the things that bother me.
I came home to half a dozen dead plants and to say that my soul shrivelled inside of me would be putting it rather timidly, for I cried a tsunami in my heart.
Turns out the apparatus I'd made to steadily seep water in plants didn't work in some, while others are lush green and prospering, a few died to a dried twig like cadaver.
Sads.
Also, it's gotten cold.
The house feels like a hill station guest house, cold with a feeling of empty desertion.
Houses take a bit of warming up and living into to turn them into homes and with the kind of autumnal chill that's steadily veering towards gelid enthusiasm this place might take a whole lot of warming up.
It's windy, brazenly so, and the need to constantly wear socks and full warm clothing has necessitated a number of immediate changes; like pulling out season friendly garb that is composed of sweat shirts and fleece jackets to keep oncoming cold at bay and did I tell you how repulsive cold water feels to the touch?
Now the issue with my darling cat.
I saw him but a glimpse before he disappeared somewhere in the scenery, and is not yet aware of my return.
I'll go out to look for him in a while if he doesn't turn up and ugh, I'm back here in truth and there's something very numb inside of me right now.
Saturday, 21 October 2017
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I think John Wick 3 should be a prequel instead of another sequel. It turns the legend into a caricature or else.
Friday, 20 October 2017
Airport reads
It's not like drugs you know
Sigh and ugh
Say one thing about festivities, say they can be tiring; especially when you're a huge part of most aspects of said festivities, from decoration to cooking and even washing dishes and now as this night prepares a glowing exit I find myself back in comfy clothing and ponderous mood.
Tomorrow I bid adieu to this place and day after this country.
Ah, I feel miserable, sad, unfulfilled and heart broken about so many things.
There's more. Always more I want from life, and when it doesn't meander as I've been expecting it to curve in notched grooves I'd hoped I'd successfully carved, it pains me somewhere within at opportunities lost, time wasted, moments gone..but that's how it is, isn't it?
But it shouldn't be.
Life shouldn't be so impossibly ruinous, nor so heartbreaking..oh don't even let me start about heartbreak now, for I'd have to begin from the beginning and if life could have been just as straightforward then this blog wouldn't have had a reason to exist.
Reasons plenty, but I know little..
Ugh..
Soon I'll be floating in another timezone, bobbing about decapitated in a chalice of doleful distance that'll soon see itself stretching into a vexatious reality and no matter how I try to coddle myself into false beliefs I'd always know I'm far away, so far away.
Tomorrow I bid adieu to this place and day after this country.
Ah, I feel miserable, sad, unfulfilled and heart broken about so many things.
There's more. Always more I want from life, and when it doesn't meander as I've been expecting it to curve in notched grooves I'd hoped I'd successfully carved, it pains me somewhere within at opportunities lost, time wasted, moments gone..but that's how it is, isn't it?
But it shouldn't be.
Life shouldn't be so impossibly ruinous, nor so heartbreaking..oh don't even let me start about heartbreak now, for I'd have to begin from the beginning and if life could have been just as straightforward then this blog wouldn't have had a reason to exist.
Reasons plenty, but I know little..
Ugh..
Soon I'll be floating in another timezone, bobbing about decapitated in a chalice of doleful distance that'll soon see itself stretching into a vexatious reality and no matter how I try to coddle myself into false beliefs I'd always know I'm far away, so far away.
Thursday, 19 October 2017
:)
I've never ridden a scooter but if I ever did it'd definitely be while chasing robbers, swinging pillion riding stars on their person, making arrests and generally doing all sorts of badass things one can do on a scooter, attired in complete steampunk fashion while making grand entry in dreams..
Sigh.
This is the best dream I've ever appeared in..
Kisses
Sigh.
This is the best dream I've ever appeared in..
Kisses
Night, dreams and other things
What was promised as a goodnight sleep came as a much distorted version of what would pass off as sleep.
I woke up with a resounding crick in my neck and a general broken feeling in my bones.
Was I wrestling in my dreams?
Of dreams I had plenty and idiotically odd to the point that I don't know how to describe them. Let's just say I wasn't me in the dreams, but another person; it was like I was the eyes of another person who was living a life and I was privy to all she was doing, including making out with a guy and even getting married to him and I have decided I'm not going to watch any series or anything right before bedtime because that stuff leaves an imprint in your head and you end up with anamorphic dreams of skewed versions of reality, that is to say it muddied up whatever real dreams I would have had.
Did I mention the rooster woke me up around 4:00am and thankfully so because my room had taken over a Siberian temperature what with the air conditioning working on a relatively medium temperature.
Now this ain't the season for air conditioners, because the weather here is clement to the point being cold in the mornings and evenings, and since the air is clean and sans pollution the afternoon sun can be harsh with a nicely cool and breezy weather, but the problem, as I have mentioned before is how this haunted manor has little in the way of cross ventilation, courtesy all the windows and doors that stay tight shut. Like a gargantuan packet there isn't a whole lot of natural sunlight and air coming through which keeps the house always looking dark and dungeon like thus necessitating the need for an air conditioner which gets so cold at night you almost thank the rooster for waking you up.
But wait, I shall keep on rambling and not say how on this occasion of lights and smoke I'd love to see a photo..
A very Happy Diwali to you my darling.
Hearts .
I woke up with a resounding crick in my neck and a general broken feeling in my bones.
Was I wrestling in my dreams?
Of dreams I had plenty and idiotically odd to the point that I don't know how to describe them. Let's just say I wasn't me in the dreams, but another person; it was like I was the eyes of another person who was living a life and I was privy to all she was doing, including making out with a guy and even getting married to him and I have decided I'm not going to watch any series or anything right before bedtime because that stuff leaves an imprint in your head and you end up with anamorphic dreams of skewed versions of reality, that is to say it muddied up whatever real dreams I would have had.
Did I mention the rooster woke me up around 4:00am and thankfully so because my room had taken over a Siberian temperature what with the air conditioning working on a relatively medium temperature.
Now this ain't the season for air conditioners, because the weather here is clement to the point being cold in the mornings and evenings, and since the air is clean and sans pollution the afternoon sun can be harsh with a nicely cool and breezy weather, but the problem, as I have mentioned before is how this haunted manor has little in the way of cross ventilation, courtesy all the windows and doors that stay tight shut. Like a gargantuan packet there isn't a whole lot of natural sunlight and air coming through which keeps the house always looking dark and dungeon like thus necessitating the need for an air conditioner which gets so cold at night you almost thank the rooster for waking you up.
But wait, I shall keep on rambling and not say how on this occasion of lights and smoke I'd love to see a photo..
A very Happy Diwali to you my darling.
Hearts .
Misses
Just before calling it a night I do like to peruse through my favourite words and say one thing about my curiosity say that it's piqued.
Why do you have to be up so early?
Why will you fill your fridge with beer come Monday?
Why are you so lovely?
Why do I love you so?
Why to all..
Hearts
Why do you have to be up so early?
Why will you fill your fridge with beer come Monday?
Why are you so lovely?
Why do I love you so?
Why to all..
Hearts
Wednesday, 18 October 2017
convo
Don't talk to me about loyalty from bisexuals. They can't even pick a team to stick to.
-gay friend
-gay friend
Textures
Watercolour pencils will work like a charm on this one, in fact they'd be ideal.
Alas, I have none of those right now and once I'm back in good ol' Shanghai I'm gonna do just that
Scratch scratch
If you notice the background is a bit pink as I was trying a transparent watercolour technique that was not half bad, as did serve as a wonderful background to this scribble.
Routine no go
From what is often a 4-6 step long nighttime skin care routine to none at the moment, I sometimes wonder if there's any reason or even any advantage to all this baggage towards the end of the day.
Not that it's excruciating or even annoying, on the contrary it's sometimes relaxing, often times mechanical and rarely skipped on, however since my arrival back to homeland the past few weeks this routine has seen itself reduced to a bare 2 step routine wherein I just wash my face and moisturise, as opposed to cleansing, washing, toning, face mask, massage, moisturising, application of eye creams etc.
The reasons are simple of course. I feel lazy to do anything here and that's why this blog post. I've always taken skin care seriously but ever since I've been here I let myself slack off and let my skin just be.
But wait why am I talking about any of this?
Because what feels like a baggage here is something I'm evangelical about when the places are switched.
How odd!
Perhaps that routine is symbolic denoting the end of the day, whereas here I'm on a long holiday and symbols mean little.
Perhaps that I begin living out of a suitcase is the reason necessitating this sudden attack of vanity minimalism, or could be that here I rebel against anything remotely routine that is indicative of my time table life; a life that is my real one, for these are momentary distractions, detours, speed breakers that will slowly, surely put me back on national highway everyday existence by the end of this week.
Sighs.
Not that it's excruciating or even annoying, on the contrary it's sometimes relaxing, often times mechanical and rarely skipped on, however since my arrival back to homeland the past few weeks this routine has seen itself reduced to a bare 2 step routine wherein I just wash my face and moisturise, as opposed to cleansing, washing, toning, face mask, massage, moisturising, application of eye creams etc.
The reasons are simple of course. I feel lazy to do anything here and that's why this blog post. I've always taken skin care seriously but ever since I've been here I let myself slack off and let my skin just be.
But wait why am I talking about any of this?
Because what feels like a baggage here is something I'm evangelical about when the places are switched.
How odd!
Perhaps that routine is symbolic denoting the end of the day, whereas here I'm on a long holiday and symbols mean little.
Perhaps that I begin living out of a suitcase is the reason necessitating this sudden attack of vanity minimalism, or could be that here I rebel against anything remotely routine that is indicative of my time table life; a life that is my real one, for these are momentary distractions, detours, speed breakers that will slowly, surely put me back on national highway everyday existence by the end of this week.
Sighs.
Tuesday, 17 October 2017
3pm
What is it about animals wanting to cavort in mounds of dirt and fly infested swamps?
Case in point the dog at my in laws.
Seizing the welcome opportunity of ceaseless commotion wrought on due to festive season the dog found himself within short distance of open grounds, what with the gates left open to let in a small army of guests and well wishers, there was no one on watch or vigilant enough to stay alert to the dog's sudden disappearance.
The dog had quietly sauntered out of the house, through the open gates of the driveway and made his way out.
It was only when moi was serving water and snacks that I noticed the absence of the dog who was suspiciously serene while sleeping in a corner and casting a glance across the gallery towards the gated entry I did a wee gasp at the wide open stance of the large gates.
Dear oh dear! The dog, I knew had made out.
I ran outside to throw a furtive glance in panoramic vision when I saw the white mongrel looking like a live action version of Oreo cookies somewhere in the distance.
The goodamn flea bag has apparently pranced about and frolicked in stale swamps leftover by the rains of days past and so blackened out of its wits was that swamp that it lent this little dog of Lhasa spitz ancestry a coat of black and white chess board.
Double gasp!
To launch myself like a torpedo in the canine's direction was a thing of the moment, and catching a familiar face running towards him the little ass ran in the opposite direction, and gods oh gods I saw the dog besmirched in a thick layer of black gunk right up to his belly and wondered aloud as to who was going to be tasked with cleaning up this mutt.
Running like the wind that I am, I'd quickly closed the distance between us and a far reaching grab enabled me to catch the dog. Finally!!
This was the least of the difficulties because now I was faced with the incongruous task of washing the blighter, nay, hosing him down and scrubbing god knows what off him.
Armed with a shampoo and a pipe throwing water full force I ended up bathing nearly as much since this particular dog wasn't interested in bathing, a lesson I learnt the hard way .
Tugging at his leash, pulling at his face, I'd found myself bent in odd ways, lunging to find his blackened limbs that I scrubbed away with shampoo, rolling him on his back to clean his belly and the works.
Finally! The dog was back to his original colour and a good rub down with the towel I left him to dry under the sun.
Making a backdoor entry so as to avoid any attention towards my wet self I successfully found myself sloshing about under a shower and now the big deed is done.
Phew, if I might say so myself.
Case in point the dog at my in laws.
Seizing the welcome opportunity of ceaseless commotion wrought on due to festive season the dog found himself within short distance of open grounds, what with the gates left open to let in a small army of guests and well wishers, there was no one on watch or vigilant enough to stay alert to the dog's sudden disappearance.
The dog had quietly sauntered out of the house, through the open gates of the driveway and made his way out.
It was only when moi was serving water and snacks that I noticed the absence of the dog who was suspiciously serene while sleeping in a corner and casting a glance across the gallery towards the gated entry I did a wee gasp at the wide open stance of the large gates.
Dear oh dear! The dog, I knew had made out.
I ran outside to throw a furtive glance in panoramic vision when I saw the white mongrel looking like a live action version of Oreo cookies somewhere in the distance.
The goodamn flea bag has apparently pranced about and frolicked in stale swamps leftover by the rains of days past and so blackened out of its wits was that swamp that it lent this little dog of Lhasa spitz ancestry a coat of black and white chess board.
Double gasp!
To launch myself like a torpedo in the canine's direction was a thing of the moment, and catching a familiar face running towards him the little ass ran in the opposite direction, and gods oh gods I saw the dog besmirched in a thick layer of black gunk right up to his belly and wondered aloud as to who was going to be tasked with cleaning up this mutt.
Running like the wind that I am, I'd quickly closed the distance between us and a far reaching grab enabled me to catch the dog. Finally!!
This was the least of the difficulties because now I was faced with the incongruous task of washing the blighter, nay, hosing him down and scrubbing god knows what off him.
Armed with a shampoo and a pipe throwing water full force I ended up bathing nearly as much since this particular dog wasn't interested in bathing, a lesson I learnt the hard way .
Tugging at his leash, pulling at his face, I'd found myself bent in odd ways, lunging to find his blackened limbs that I scrubbed away with shampoo, rolling him on his back to clean his belly and the works.
Finally! The dog was back to his original colour and a good rub down with the towel I left him to dry under the sun.
Making a backdoor entry so as to avoid any attention towards my wet self I successfully found myself sloshing about under a shower and now the big deed is done.
Phew, if I might say so myself.
psst
Is there anything better than being secretly high in a large family group?
Just a happy buzz that makes you love everyone and bear everything with a delightful smile and polite flirtations.
Just a happy buzz that makes you love everyone and bear everything with a delightful smile and polite flirtations.
Alarms
There's a blighted rooster somewhere in the proximity, a rooster with a lively set of vocal chords and bubbling enthusiasm that seems to burst open sometime around 4:00am everyday and such vigorously does the rooster crow that i marvel at its range of octaves.
That's one poultry Pavarotti who knows how to crow like a ballistic missile.
If cock-a-doodle-doo were a chaotic opera this rooster would be the finest cluck coloratura.
That's one poultry Pavarotti who knows how to crow like a ballistic missile.
If cock-a-doodle-doo were a chaotic opera this rooster would be the finest cluck coloratura.
Monday, 16 October 2017
NWO
My conspiracy theories on new world order (NWO) are laughed at all but my family proper.
No one wants to believe how our beloved PM Modi is but a pawn of higher powers that control this world to slowly bring about privatization in this country, strategically dissolving govt. institutions by shifting the public's opinion and belief on govt. run organizations.
Case in point the numerous children killed in a Gorakhpur hospital on account of lack of oxygen supply.
A disheartening news as this that shows the slacking callousness of govt hospital and their apathetic attitude towards life, swiftly polarizing people's views towards private institutions was in fact a carefully thought over plan among many to create a feeling of discomfort and suspicion towards anything run by the government.
His intentions to privatize everything, to keep everyone focused on communal problems, to systematically fill the bellies of moneyed powerhouses that run the country, to keep the citizens poor with his schemes of free money, to keep the citizens uneducated and busy with propaganda so no one has the time to question.
Not that this situation is any different from the time that Congress was ruling us, they were given pretty much the same objectives by the big people behind curtains that literally own the banks of the world, run this little planet.
(To make this situation more relevant and easier to understand think 'Valint and Balk')
Yes it's all a scam, not that our government in the most efficient able body in the system but slowly, steadily, unknowingly we are being pushed to fill the coffers of private institutions that in turn work for the banks of the world.
There's more to this conspiracy theory, more answers I've been unearthing, a wider range of unbelievable understanding of the people behind NWO.
Let me know if you want to know more .
No one wants to believe how our beloved PM Modi is but a pawn of higher powers that control this world to slowly bring about privatization in this country, strategically dissolving govt. institutions by shifting the public's opinion and belief on govt. run organizations.
Case in point the numerous children killed in a Gorakhpur hospital on account of lack of oxygen supply.
A disheartening news as this that shows the slacking callousness of govt hospital and their apathetic attitude towards life, swiftly polarizing people's views towards private institutions was in fact a carefully thought over plan among many to create a feeling of discomfort and suspicion towards anything run by the government.
His intentions to privatize everything, to keep everyone focused on communal problems, to systematically fill the bellies of moneyed powerhouses that run the country, to keep the citizens poor with his schemes of free money, to keep the citizens uneducated and busy with propaganda so no one has the time to question.
Not that this situation is any different from the time that Congress was ruling us, they were given pretty much the same objectives by the big people behind curtains that literally own the banks of the world, run this little planet.
(To make this situation more relevant and easier to understand think 'Valint and Balk')
Yes it's all a scam, not that our government in the most efficient able body in the system but slowly, steadily, unknowingly we are being pushed to fill the coffers of private institutions that in turn work for the banks of the world.
There's more to this conspiracy theory, more answers I've been unearthing, a wider range of unbelievable understanding of the people behind NWO.
Let me know if you want to know more .
Lonely pacings
Of great discoveries made by prominent men during hours of idle perambulation; lighting bulbs in thought bubbles igniting like wildfire as opposed to the little spark of dying ambers I discover in my lonely walk through the cobwebs of broken history, termites of neglect and roaches of apathy.
A flower vase if you will, that perhaps has been sitting on this dusty shelf next to a window in a small room on the upper floors of the backside of a distortedly large ancient house that hasn't seen life in ages, judging by the wooden stalks and petal shaped crumple on the floors these dried out twigs ceased being stems almost last year. What might have been perfumed green stems of pink flowers and green leaves are little less than pins in a glass cushion.
The bottom of the vase dried out to a desert, entombing within the long rot of these plants, rot that is mere crinkled dust now.
In what fit of gauche interior decoration must one have left a flower vase in a room that has layers of dust living morbidly happy with stale air?
Perhaps a guest from years ago?
Do I dare open a window and destroy a small colony of sparrows that've built nests outside the ledge?
Do I bring back this vase to the sparse population of humanity residing in the other part of this house?
Do I let this vase be and check on it each year to see if any signs of life have willingly permeated this desolation, if even to do a seasonal clean up?
Do I wish to answer the volley of curios questions regarding my odd lurking about in unused parts of empty spaces?
Do I let anyone in on my secret of silent evanescence when the house slumbers?
I think I'll let the vase be. A secret to which only me and the vase are privé.
A flower vase if you will, that perhaps has been sitting on this dusty shelf next to a window in a small room on the upper floors of the backside of a distortedly large ancient house that hasn't seen life in ages, judging by the wooden stalks and petal shaped crumple on the floors these dried out twigs ceased being stems almost last year. What might have been perfumed green stems of pink flowers and green leaves are little less than pins in a glass cushion.
The bottom of the vase dried out to a desert, entombing within the long rot of these plants, rot that is mere crinkled dust now.
In what fit of gauche interior decoration must one have left a flower vase in a room that has layers of dust living morbidly happy with stale air?
Perhaps a guest from years ago?
Do I dare open a window and destroy a small colony of sparrows that've built nests outside the ledge?
Do I bring back this vase to the sparse population of humanity residing in the other part of this house?
Do I let this vase be and check on it each year to see if any signs of life have willingly permeated this desolation, if even to do a seasonal clean up?
Do I wish to answer the volley of curios questions regarding my odd lurking about in unused parts of empty spaces?
Do I let anyone in on my secret of silent evanescence when the house slumbers?
I think I'll let the vase be. A secret to which only me and the vase are privé.
Tralull
The thing about this haunted (ug)house is that it's inversely proportional to the one I've just recently lived in at my parents.
As much as that house was airy, well lit, open and bright, this one is dark, shuttered and packed tight.
It's like the denizens of this house have an aversion to opening windows and letting anything of fresh in.
Doors stay locked, lights switched off and there's a substance of morose dullness like an ectoplasmic patina over everything.
Even the dog is bored.
Ah, I rant..but that's the one thing I've going on.
As much as that house was airy, well lit, open and bright, this one is dark, shuttered and packed tight.
It's like the denizens of this house have an aversion to opening windows and letting anything of fresh in.
Doors stay locked, lights switched off and there's a substance of morose dullness like an ectoplasmic patina over everything.
Even the dog is bored.
Ah, I rant..but that's the one thing I've going on.
Today
In a mirror that never learnt to shone
stands with a smile
in your omnipotent shrine
Sunday, 15 October 2017
Pick this
I think someone had lent it to me when I was faced with the prospect of playing some tunes after which I stowed it away in my bag where it remained for a few years until I upturned this bag and out it tumbled.
Now I feel like plucking on a guitar. Sigh, I miss my uke.
iNot
An Apple Watch..why? A new iPhone..why why?
My phone is functioning fine and I don't need a smart watch.
I'm done with counting steps to the point I've even stopped using my mi watch and here I am stuck with a watch that has apps on its screen. Gasp!!!
Yes I understand gifts are gifts but what about when you don't need them and don't want them?
This is idiotically extravagant and the guilt I feel at wanting to give them away.
Swish swoosh
First order of business this morning was terraforming my dungeon in the house of haunted still (ness).
Now that I've to live a good part of week here it's absolutely impertinent I colonize my space to suit my needs especially the washroom..for what am I if not hyperfastidious and I set about my task with the diligence of a freshly sharpened Santoku.
Getting rid of almost half the unused dust eaten, expired goods from shelf that included toothbrushes from another era, expired lotions, gummy soaps and forgotten loofahs; the floors I scrubbed clean, wiped any remainder of cobwebbed lives that had taken permanent residence in a locked water closet and destroyed any remnants of neglect.
Ah, the breathing space when the bathroom was stark naked in its sparse necessities and polished mirrors.
Sigh.
Now that I've to live a good part of week here it's absolutely impertinent I colonize my space to suit my needs especially the washroom..for what am I if not hyperfastidious and I set about my task with the diligence of a freshly sharpened Santoku.
Getting rid of almost half the unused dust eaten, expired goods from shelf that included toothbrushes from another era, expired lotions, gummy soaps and forgotten loofahs; the floors I scrubbed clean, wiped any remainder of cobwebbed lives that had taken permanent residence in a locked water closet and destroyed any remnants of neglect.
Ah, the breathing space when the bathroom was stark naked in its sparse necessities and polished mirrors.
Sigh.
Thursday, 12 October 2017
Eyebit
Don't ever let Instagram makeup tutorials pressurize you into creating those well arched defined eyebrows..they're absurd.
Just a bit of tidying eyebrows with a spooli and working some spots with a soft eyebrow pencil and brush are all one needs.
Just a bit of tidying eyebrows with a spooli and working some spots with a soft eyebrow pencil and brush are all one needs.
Tuesday, 10 October 2017
Sunday, 8 October 2017
Waspy situations
As morning ascended the garden was a living aviary of birds and dare I say wasps!!
Yes, wasps.
With the sudden confluence of sunshine gathering in the midst of this green garden it has brought about a sudden surge in the local wasp population as well, and this garden seems abruptly abrim with wasps. They're everywhere.
Buzzing in their menacing delights as I roam about the little Amazon, flying dangerously close to my face throwing me in a panic of sorts where I run about the damn place like an Olympian.
Wasps are scary, unlike honeybees they're mostly trolls who know nothing better than to sting and not die and having them fly in a literal military formation in their plenty isn't the most agreeable
situations.
Now that this wasp problem has grown wings so to say, we have decided to do something about it, and smoking them out is the most humane least murderous decision we have come to.
And now the smoking out experimentation begins.
This nest is rather on top actually; on top of the garage shed and creating smoke on an elevated platform is what is needed to effectively have the smoke rise up in thick ropes to efficiently drive these devils or if their nests and make their exit.
So now there's a ladder, topped with a rather becoming bar stool, on which a vessel containing the required smoke creating items are steadily emitting smoke and the sky is overcast with wasps now driven in their hundreds, but to have them gone in their totality one has to take a few more severe measures, like blocking their nest with cement so they can never gain entry in their beloved homes again.
Yes this is rather cruel indeed but things have to be done.
Yes, wasps.
With the sudden confluence of sunshine gathering in the midst of this green garden it has brought about a sudden surge in the local wasp population as well, and this garden seems abruptly abrim with wasps. They're everywhere.
Buzzing in their menacing delights as I roam about the little Amazon, flying dangerously close to my face throwing me in a panic of sorts where I run about the damn place like an Olympian.
Wasps are scary, unlike honeybees they're mostly trolls who know nothing better than to sting and not die and having them fly in a literal military formation in their plenty isn't the most agreeable
situations.
Now that this wasp problem has grown wings so to say, we have decided to do something about it, and smoking them out is the most humane least murderous decision we have come to.
And now the smoking out experimentation begins.
This nest is rather on top actually; on top of the garage shed and creating smoke on an elevated platform is what is needed to effectively have the smoke rise up in thick ropes to efficiently drive these devils or if their nests and make their exit.
So now there's a ladder, topped with a rather becoming bar stool, on which a vessel containing the required smoke creating items are steadily emitting smoke and the sky is overcast with wasps now driven in their hundreds, but to have them gone in their totality one has to take a few more severe measures, like blocking their nest with cement so they can never gain entry in their beloved homes again.
Yes this is rather cruel indeed but things have to be done.
Saturday, 7 October 2017
Sky spotting
Update late
Ok so here I am.
Stoned out of my wits and in the middle of a bustling mall where I come to visit a particular shop in regards to a bit of spa.
Of course it's the lunch time and the girls are a bit busy and there's a bit of waiting.
So now what?
I'm sipping on a bit of coffee as someone combs my hair while I wait..
Life I tell you.
—
Wait!!! I didn't post this yet?
I just checked my mails and saw this still unsent. Wha?? It's been three hours since I wrote and now I'm on my way home.
Stoned out of my wits and in the middle of a bustling mall where I come to visit a particular shop in regards to a bit of spa.
Of course it's the lunch time and the girls are a bit busy and there's a bit of waiting.
So now what?
I'm sipping on a bit of coffee as someone combs my hair while I wait..
Life I tell you.
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Wait!!! I didn't post this yet?
I just checked my mails and saw this still unsent. Wha?? It's been three hours since I wrote and now I'm on my way home.
Thursday, 5 October 2017
Bleh
I haven't worked out today, even though I'd planned on it.
Things just got so busy that I didn't have as much time to wet my finger for a bath, which is why I type now as I ready for a bath and talk about how I feel guilty and make excuses about not working out.
I'm a sad panda.
Things just got so busy that I didn't have as much time to wet my finger for a bath, which is why I type now as I ready for a bath and talk about how I feel guilty and make excuses about not working out.
I'm a sad panda.
Chocdreams
dreamt that someone had got a boat load of tim tams and I was teaching him how to tim tam slam. So bloody stupid.
But it was most important because that person was desperate since he had a vendetta and had to know exactly how to drink hot chocolate through the end of a bitten tim tam and even though I'm no expert I taught him the technique.
But it was most important because that person was desperate since he had a vendetta and had to know exactly how to drink hot chocolate through the end of a bitten tim tam and even though I'm no expert I taught him the technique.
Water thoughts
I've recently come into possession of a rather cute looking art material, and if you dig into the archives you might even see a photo or two of the same; I could make it easier and refresh your memory and tell you what the art material in question was.
It was a small book of postcard size watercolour sheets and I wanted to try it so hard I brought it with me to India.
Few minutes after painting I realised that this paper isn't nearly as good for watercolours.
It doesn't layer as well, the paint dabs get patchy even when daubed watery and I think this might work better with watercolour pencils, of which I have none.
I mean I don't hate this paper, and I've yet to try it's textured side as well, maybe that'll give me more even results.
But I'll have to come up with another technique on this.
It was a small book of postcard size watercolour sheets and I wanted to try it so hard I brought it with me to India.
Few minutes after painting I realised that this paper isn't nearly as good for watercolours.
It doesn't layer as well, the paint dabs get patchy even when daubed watery and I think this might work better with watercolour pencils, of which I have none.
I mean I don't hate this paper, and I've yet to try it's textured side as well, maybe that'll give me more even results.
But I'll have to come up with another technique on this.
Wednesday, 4 October 2017
Whiff
That my face wash smells of old libraries, like the faint whiffs of perfumes caught in forgotten corners is why I feel so full of love every time I wash my face.
Light light
Hot and sunny as it maybe, it isn't the least bit greasy, dense, polluted, ashen.
The way it imbues the whole house with a suffused golden glow, like a gossamer tint of trickling honey, soft in its harshness, clean in its virtue.
Chirruping in a an aggregation of bird opera are the little avians of twittering delights- a discombobulated chorus of perfect tenors.
Afternoons..yes!!
Tuesday, 3 October 2017
Depressive states
What do you call that odd evening depressive state that begins with a mild headache in the head and ends with a bad taste in mouth, parched tongue and dried throat?
Well I don't know what you call it but it's a result of dozing off in the afternoon.
Yeah I know right?
I who never naps, slept off for a solid hour in the afternoon simply because there was chloroform swimming in the air.
Sometimes after a bath, after a lunch, after a small stroll with the dog there was a sort of nonsensical drowsiness in the atmos, whereupon the air was mildly cool with a warm overtone, the kind that punches you with an indolent dilatoriness and makes you drop like a fly into a supine comfort..and that's exactly what I did.
And the results aren't always rewarding; the sleep though sweet left me awake in a weird head state where it took me a long while to register my existence, painfully so, because god oh god I felt like I was sucked into an alien space ship and left to my resources after a through head examination.
Right, so here I am an hour later, missed most of my favorite reality show, and staring at a pooling cup of tea.
Ah, well, soon..more
Well I don't know what you call it but it's a result of dozing off in the afternoon.
Yeah I know right?
I who never naps, slept off for a solid hour in the afternoon simply because there was chloroform swimming in the air.
Sometimes after a bath, after a lunch, after a small stroll with the dog there was a sort of nonsensical drowsiness in the atmos, whereupon the air was mildly cool with a warm overtone, the kind that punches you with an indolent dilatoriness and makes you drop like a fly into a supine comfort..and that's exactly what I did.
And the results aren't always rewarding; the sleep though sweet left me awake in a weird head state where it took me a long while to register my existence, painfully so, because god oh god I felt like I was sucked into an alien space ship and left to my resources after a through head examination.
Right, so here I am an hour later, missed most of my favorite reality show, and staring at a pooling cup of tea.
Ah, well, soon..more
Happenstances
The kind of morning where you wake up early and wonder if you've been under an eternal sleeping spell.
Joy it is to hit the bed and only unscramble yourself the day next.
Scratch my earlier complaints about sleep neglecting moi. No longer am I ignored, momentarily dying each night in the bewitching embrace of an ebbing day, marked by coal black skies and twinkling Milky Way.
Saying that I'm infested with a dreamless slumber would be putting it too tepid, for I am ravaged like a trespasser in the realms of night and forced to succumb to a most delicious doze.
Joy it is to hit the bed and only unscramble yourself the day next.
Scratch my earlier complaints about sleep neglecting moi. No longer am I ignored, momentarily dying each night in the bewitching embrace of an ebbing day, marked by coal black skies and twinkling Milky Way.
Saying that I'm infested with a dreamless slumber would be putting it too tepid, for I am ravaged like a trespasser in the realms of night and forced to succumb to a most delicious doze.
11.1
Didn't I just update my iOS and now there's already another one.
Like my favourite top from yesterday I loved a quick second.
Like my favourite top from yesterday I loved a quick second.
Framed
Isn't this middle painting similar to the one adorning another home?
Monday, 2 October 2017
Yay!
Say one thing about me, say I'm ashamed to the ground for not having updated this space in so many days.
I could make excuses and talk about how the past few days that I've been home at my parents has been a whirlwind of chores, important work, land deals, farm related shenanigans and the presence of people hovering like a halo all the time, more so because I'm at my folks and feel like a babysitter to people who are not accustomed to staying more than a night, but now I'm free.
I'll say phew once I'll say it again.
I could make excuses and talk about how the past few days that I've been home at my parents has been a whirlwind of chores, important work, land deals, farm related shenanigans and the presence of people hovering like a halo all the time, more so because I'm at my folks and feel like a babysitter to people who are not accustomed to staying more than a night, but now I'm free.
I'll say phew once I'll say it again.