Saturday, 31 March 2018
Kisses
The heart wants what the heart wants and if yours didn't..my darling I'd make sure to put a rake through and find some, no matter the tatter nor the mess.
Today- just now.
Friday, 30 March 2018
Spilling the tea
I might have just outdone myself with my cup of tea today, which I finished sipping on, relishing till it reached the point of emptiness.
Tea to me forms an important part of my day, except those when I'm on a caffeine purge, and that's a week, but today was not that day.
I've already mentioned how I postponed my morning tea to an afternoon one and soon after my lunch I look forward to those sparse moments of enjoying hot tea while surfing the interwebs, after which I get on with my daily tasks and schedule, which is currently finishing a drawing.
Tea is that silent moment of utter recluse which I cherish, letting my universe fully envelop me, muting all the voices, keeping myself threaded within and just inhaling the essence of my existence. It lasts only as long as the tea and it not only works wonders but forms a sort of foundation to get on with daily stresses, which is why it's absolutely necessary for the tea in question to be of my liking, because anything other than that might greatly upset me, which also explains why I hardly ever drink tea outside or in someone else's house when offered, unless it's not simply deconstructed black tea or green tea for that matter that doesn't need the usual milk, sugar paraphernalia.
The tea I talk about here is the typical one pan tea where it's literally cooked with spices etc and often called masala tea, wherein my case it's mostly just ginger tea that always has a bit of sugar. Sure I do love my daily dose of oolong and jasmine tea's too, but they come only secondary to this basic necessity and which I near surpassed myself today.
I could go to great lengths and talk about how each individual has a different method/style and taste for tea but I shall only talk about the kind I like, which is to say strong but not in a way that tea leaves are generously brewed, but in fact balanced by keeping milk to a minimum and adding ginger enough to sometimes scald your throat.
Typically I like to have a little more than a small cupful, which is to say anywhere between 130mls-160mls with about a teaspoon of sugar, half teaspoon + a big pinch of long black tea leaves, an inch cube of ginger grated and no more than 30mls of milk. All cooked together until it boils at least thrice for which one is obliged to lift up the pan and bring it to a simmer, repeating this action thrice before straining it and bringing said elixir to lips. And even though this recipe is usually precise because thou shalt never make tea without measuring it can always vary a little at times. Sometimes the ginger isn't strong enough or the sugar might be a bit different (smallest changes can affect cooking and their tastes), or the milk is a different company, and these factors tend to make the tea taste subtly inconsistent each time, not with unfavourable results, but today it felt like everything was meant to come together in refreshing harmony.
The resulting concoction was the drinkable form of all that could be anti-apocalyptical. Just sweet enough, beautifully gingery, coloured like the amber glow of a honeyed kiss, aphrodisiacal in its perfect caffeine strength with the heady aroma of good quality Assam tea, wafting in a cloud of a beautifully coordinated song.
Yes, it was a good tea day.
Tea to me forms an important part of my day, except those when I'm on a caffeine purge, and that's a week, but today was not that day.
I've already mentioned how I postponed my morning tea to an afternoon one and soon after my lunch I look forward to those sparse moments of enjoying hot tea while surfing the interwebs, after which I get on with my daily tasks and schedule, which is currently finishing a drawing.
Tea is that silent moment of utter recluse which I cherish, letting my universe fully envelop me, muting all the voices, keeping myself threaded within and just inhaling the essence of my existence. It lasts only as long as the tea and it not only works wonders but forms a sort of foundation to get on with daily stresses, which is why it's absolutely necessary for the tea in question to be of my liking, because anything other than that might greatly upset me, which also explains why I hardly ever drink tea outside or in someone else's house when offered, unless it's not simply deconstructed black tea or green tea for that matter that doesn't need the usual milk, sugar paraphernalia.
The tea I talk about here is the typical one pan tea where it's literally cooked with spices etc and often called masala tea, wherein my case it's mostly just ginger tea that always has a bit of sugar. Sure I do love my daily dose of oolong and jasmine tea's too, but they come only secondary to this basic necessity and which I near surpassed myself today.
I could go to great lengths and talk about how each individual has a different method/style and taste for tea but I shall only talk about the kind I like, which is to say strong but not in a way that tea leaves are generously brewed, but in fact balanced by keeping milk to a minimum and adding ginger enough to sometimes scald your throat.
Typically I like to have a little more than a small cupful, which is to say anywhere between 130mls-160mls with about a teaspoon of sugar, half teaspoon + a big pinch of long black tea leaves, an inch cube of ginger grated and no more than 30mls of milk. All cooked together until it boils at least thrice for which one is obliged to lift up the pan and bring it to a simmer, repeating this action thrice before straining it and bringing said elixir to lips. And even though this recipe is usually precise because thou shalt never make tea without measuring it can always vary a little at times. Sometimes the ginger isn't strong enough or the sugar might be a bit different (smallest changes can affect cooking and their tastes), or the milk is a different company, and these factors tend to make the tea taste subtly inconsistent each time, not with unfavourable results, but today it felt like everything was meant to come together in refreshing harmony.
The resulting concoction was the drinkable form of all that could be anti-apocalyptical. Just sweet enough, beautifully gingery, coloured like the amber glow of a honeyed kiss, aphrodisiacal in its perfect caffeine strength with the heady aroma of good quality Assam tea, wafting in a cloud of a beautifully coordinated song.
Yes, it was a good tea day.
Two tone
My no cook pumpkin soup, really thick and yellowed with turmeric and spices; excruciatingly hot with red chilies and black pepper with a bowl of sprouted mung bean salad.
Urges
I woke up this morning with this urge to eat hamburgers and for that, one has to make them buns and now I feel slightly deflated.
I think I'll make a hamburger buns recipe and click pictures and put it in the blog.
Why not?
Ah, sigh. But right now it's the exercise mat and some weights for me.
I don't know why I feel like eating or would it be drinking soup for lunch today.
Taste buds so mad!!
Ah, Friday. Well, great.
I think I'll make a hamburger buns recipe and click pictures and put it in the blog.
Why not?
Ah, sigh. But right now it's the exercise mat and some weights for me.
I don't know why I feel like eating or would it be drinking soup for lunch today.
Taste buds so mad!!
Ah, Friday. Well, great.
Thursday, 29 March 2018
Zit zat zoo
Wasn't I just taking a bit random zits and pimples and no sooner had I talked that a very vague zit began forming on my chin.
I've never had any pimples as such during the pimple age nor suffer from any breakouts and the zits I do get once every couple months have their reasons for popping and it takes a few days for them to come, see and conquer, but then who am I if not brutal? ;)..nipping then in the bud by applying a thick coating of aloe Vera gel and I do this once they have nicely formed.
So now I wait..and I abhor them to come at a time when weekend is nearly upon us.
Going out with a red dot neatly stuck on the side of the chin isn't most flattering and concealing them with an industrial strength concealer is the only way to go.
Ah, life..
I've never had any pimples as such during the pimple age nor suffer from any breakouts and the zits I do get once every couple months have their reasons for popping and it takes a few days for them to come, see and conquer, but then who am I if not brutal? ;)..nipping then in the bud by applying a thick coating of aloe Vera gel and I do this once they have nicely formed.
So now I wait..and I abhor them to come at a time when weekend is nearly upon us.
Going out with a red dot neatly stuck on the side of the chin isn't most flattering and concealing them with an industrial strength concealer is the only way to go.
Ah, life..
cat-atonic
Say one thing about the changing weather, say it affects animals most oddly.
Case in point my dearly beloved cat, who had donned a cloak most saintly during winters only to shed it and turn into something wholeheartedly demonic.
I slept mostly fitfully during those crisp winter months when the feline darling didn't dare venture out nor fling his person from the cottony hillocks of my thick duvet about the house in nocturnal rampage as cats are usually wont to. Instead, he silently munched his meal before folding into a furry mound of slumbering pussy, tucking seamlessly between the warmth of my body and the covering of fat blanket, and now that the weather is all sorts of pleasant with sunshine and cool breeze, the little bastard sleeps in a coma throughout the day, perched in odd places about the architecture and turns into an entity most cutely beguiling at night. Sleep is as far away from his mind as the sun from this planet and he derives some sadistic pleasure from torturing me throughout the night by waking me up at odd hours for food, even though he's been fed and not once but in intervals of every couple hours, completely disregarding the fact that his bowl still has some food.
If not that then waking me up to play with him, to run after him in a grotesque fashion of nightly hide and seek, where I, a zombie, try to chase him out of the house while he, a goddamn asshole, runs about ducking under couches and beds, evading me and when in a final vexation of anger and exasperation I lock him out of the bedroom to get some sleep, he meows in a voice most pitiful, resounding with a need to be loved and so dismal are his meows that even though I kow I'm going to get fooled into his tricks I open the door only to have him scurry away in an invitation to play his games.
When finally I catch him and throw him out of the house, he looks up at me in that similar touching, almost hurt eyes that I begin feeling like a monster and knowing full well that he's only going to annoy me once back in the house I let him, to have the entire night repeat itself and did I tell you the clock reads 2:30 am, and this continues till nearly five when I finally fling the fucker out with nary a remorse and fall back into deep deep sleep because by the heavens my body almost feels like it's breaking in places.
I just don't get it. It's been two nights and I'm functioning on fumes.
There has to be a way out of this and I will find it.
More updates on this soon.
Case in point my dearly beloved cat, who had donned a cloak most saintly during winters only to shed it and turn into something wholeheartedly demonic.
I slept mostly fitfully during those crisp winter months when the feline darling didn't dare venture out nor fling his person from the cottony hillocks of my thick duvet about the house in nocturnal rampage as cats are usually wont to. Instead, he silently munched his meal before folding into a furry mound of slumbering pussy, tucking seamlessly between the warmth of my body and the covering of fat blanket, and now that the weather is all sorts of pleasant with sunshine and cool breeze, the little bastard sleeps in a coma throughout the day, perched in odd places about the architecture and turns into an entity most cutely beguiling at night. Sleep is as far away from his mind as the sun from this planet and he derives some sadistic pleasure from torturing me throughout the night by waking me up at odd hours for food, even though he's been fed and not once but in intervals of every couple hours, completely disregarding the fact that his bowl still has some food.
If not that then waking me up to play with him, to run after him in a grotesque fashion of nightly hide and seek, where I, a zombie, try to chase him out of the house while he, a goddamn asshole, runs about ducking under couches and beds, evading me and when in a final vexation of anger and exasperation I lock him out of the bedroom to get some sleep, he meows in a voice most pitiful, resounding with a need to be loved and so dismal are his meows that even though I kow I'm going to get fooled into his tricks I open the door only to have him scurry away in an invitation to play his games.
When finally I catch him and throw him out of the house, he looks up at me in that similar touching, almost hurt eyes that I begin feeling like a monster and knowing full well that he's only going to annoy me once back in the house I let him, to have the entire night repeat itself and did I tell you the clock reads 2:30 am, and this continues till nearly five when I finally fling the fucker out with nary a remorse and fall back into deep deep sleep because by the heavens my body almost feels like it's breaking in places.
I just don't get it. It's been two nights and I'm functioning on fumes.
There has to be a way out of this and I will find it.
More updates on this soon.
Food fad ding ding
Wednesday, 28 March 2018
Din din
Green peas and soy chunk pilaf with raisins and smattering of black pepper, all washed down with coconut water.
Tuesday, 27 March 2018
spring finally!
It's that momentous weather again. Bright and shiny, when the light seems to bounce off trees and flowers flourish in a riot of hues and perfumes. A vibgyor incense and florid efflorescence washing the skies in blue kisses; terracotta earth overflowing with plentiful arousals, sprouting newness in moaning woodsy creaks of barks and trees, new leaves of wishful greens.
Like waxy sheen glinting in voluptuous smirks the healthy shine on budding fronds and petals alike.
A negligee of patterned sunlight interlaced in gossamer yellow strands of pooling gold threads that filters through a mesh of silently waving delicately woven new trees that glossily beam in this seasonal theme.
Like waxy sheen glinting in voluptuous smirks the healthy shine on budding fronds and petals alike.
A negligee of patterned sunlight interlaced in gossamer yellow strands of pooling gold threads that filters through a mesh of silently waving delicately woven new trees that glossily beam in this seasonal theme.
Monday, 26 March 2018
But why and how?
The problem with relatives with fat kids is that they expect their skinnier or thinner family members to talk to their fat children about losing weight.
Now here are the problems with this task.
1. The moment you start talking to someone about losing weight they immediately rebel and instead not only get defensive but also straightforward swear on doing the contrary.
2. It's odd talking about weight when you've not been requested an advice on it. Giving an opinion when no asked is a bit awkward.
3. No one is going to lose weight by mere discussion or intervention unless they themselves want to lose it.
All these valid points though absolutely sensible are difficult to put through a concerned parent who thinks that the reason you don't want to tell their obese child about losing weight is because you don't want them getting thinner and better.
That's a whole lot of what the fuckness, and sometimes you wonder if the real reason behind their child's weight gain is the sheer absurdity of their familial mentality.
And sometimes you venture a couple questions just to ascertain what kind of foods are prepared on the daily in their house only to begin reeling in your tracks upon knowing the total diabetes friendly fest that passes as food from morn to night.
I mean if most breakfasts are fried and sweet, with sweets for every meal then there's no reason why your child won't begin breaking scales as a teenager.
One can't just call up someone across the globe and ask them to start messaging and phoning their kid about weight loss.
I mean how the hell does one do that?
I mean here's a snippet of conversation that went on in my head.
-hi sweety.
: hello.
-how are you?
: fine. And you?
- great darling.
(Pause)
(Long breath)
-sweety gaining so much weight isn't good for your health.
(Crickets)
-your mum is getting concerned. It's unhealthy in the long term. Maybe you should look at getting better nutrition that'll help you not get fat.
(Crickets)
- anyway, what's new sweety?
: nothing much.
-okay. Hope you try and make better food choices.
:okay
(Muffled noises)
-are you eating something?
: yes.
-umm..uh..what?
: a jar of Nutella.
(Long pause)
-I like Nutella.
:have you tried the new flavour?
-oh my god!!the peanut butter one?
: yeah.
-you wouldn't believe how freakin delicious it is slathered over crisp butter fried bread.
:really?
-seriously.
:oh man. I'm going to try it like right now.
-okay darling send me pics.
(Click)
Shit!
Now here are the problems with this task.
1. The moment you start talking to someone about losing weight they immediately rebel and instead not only get defensive but also straightforward swear on doing the contrary.
2. It's odd talking about weight when you've not been requested an advice on it. Giving an opinion when no asked is a bit awkward.
3. No one is going to lose weight by mere discussion or intervention unless they themselves want to lose it.
All these valid points though absolutely sensible are difficult to put through a concerned parent who thinks that the reason you don't want to tell their obese child about losing weight is because you don't want them getting thinner and better.
That's a whole lot of what the fuckness, and sometimes you wonder if the real reason behind their child's weight gain is the sheer absurdity of their familial mentality.
And sometimes you venture a couple questions just to ascertain what kind of foods are prepared on the daily in their house only to begin reeling in your tracks upon knowing the total diabetes friendly fest that passes as food from morn to night.
I mean if most breakfasts are fried and sweet, with sweets for every meal then there's no reason why your child won't begin breaking scales as a teenager.
One can't just call up someone across the globe and ask them to start messaging and phoning their kid about weight loss.
I mean how the hell does one do that?
I mean here's a snippet of conversation that went on in my head.
-hi sweety.
: hello.
-how are you?
: fine. And you?
- great darling.
(Pause)
(Long breath)
-sweety gaining so much weight isn't good for your health.
(Crickets)
-your mum is getting concerned. It's unhealthy in the long term. Maybe you should look at getting better nutrition that'll help you not get fat.
(Crickets)
- anyway, what's new sweety?
: nothing much.
-okay. Hope you try and make better food choices.
:okay
(Muffled noises)
-are you eating something?
: yes.
-umm..uh..what?
: a jar of Nutella.
(Long pause)
-I like Nutella.
:have you tried the new flavour?
-oh my god!!the peanut butter one?
: yeah.
-you wouldn't believe how freakin delicious it is slathered over crisp butter fried bread.
:really?
-seriously.
:oh man. I'm going to try it like right now.
-okay darling send me pics.
(Click)
Shit!
Truth
Porcupine tree has been one of those bands that is absolutely incredibly talented, intelligent and mesmerisingly superb and yet I've never found myself gravitating towards them except that one time when I listened to 'fear of blank planet' on repeat for nearly a week and couldn't believe my ears.
Having witnessed them live and knowing full well that they are near god like in their appeal to fans and musicians I somehow always found myself getting detached from their music after a while and I know were I to say these words in the presence of some of my friends who near keep a shrine of Steven Wilson in their hearts and home I'd be musically lynched and never be spoken to again.
But here's the thing, everyone has the kind of music they love and live listening to and for and PT isn't my jam, except the one album.
I always sort of feel that it's much too recherché to the point almost repetitious, to me that is, also it could be that it's this exquisiteness of this band that people like, only it's a bit overblown for my tastes.
Or could be I of gauche interests what with an avid love for aggression, passion, full bodied lascivious cathexis, find Porcupine Tree a bit of a bore.
Having witnessed them live and knowing full well that they are near god like in their appeal to fans and musicians I somehow always found myself getting detached from their music after a while and I know were I to say these words in the presence of some of my friends who near keep a shrine of Steven Wilson in their hearts and home I'd be musically lynched and never be spoken to again.
But here's the thing, everyone has the kind of music they love and live listening to and for and PT isn't my jam, except the one album.
I always sort of feel that it's much too recherché to the point almost repetitious, to me that is, also it could be that it's this exquisiteness of this band that people like, only it's a bit overblown for my tastes.
Or could be I of gauche interests what with an avid love for aggression, passion, full bodied lascivious cathexis, find Porcupine Tree a bit of a bore.
Start Wars
I didn't think I'd ever say this but as times go I very much fear that not only shall I say it but even stick to it that never ever shall I watch any new Star Wars movie.
For some reason I didn't get hyped to watch the last Jedi and so didn't, until yesterday when I actually spent the later part of my night watching it and getting quite frustrated by the fact that it was a total washout.
Despite the raving reviews and whatnot this movie felt absolutely boring and tedious, not to mention the fact that it looked like liberal left propaganda that tried too hard with zero subtlety.
Also I don't know how long can one stretch the story about imperials and rebels getting chased and chased all over again.
I think I'm done with it.
It's getting too old or perhaps I've grown too old to like it, though I do love watching the older parts.
For some reason I didn't get hyped to watch the last Jedi and so didn't, until yesterday when I actually spent the later part of my night watching it and getting quite frustrated by the fact that it was a total washout.
Despite the raving reviews and whatnot this movie felt absolutely boring and tedious, not to mention the fact that it looked like liberal left propaganda that tried too hard with zero subtlety.
Also I don't know how long can one stretch the story about imperials and rebels getting chased and chased all over again.
I think I'm done with it.
It's getting too old or perhaps I've grown too old to like it, though I do love watching the older parts.
ugh ok but ugh
An ode to waking up on a Monday, only to clean the debris of days gone by. The piled up excesses in the wreckages of the weekend, slovenly sullying the taintless demeanour of pristine surroundings with the leavings of greedy exuberance that somehow tends to concentrate in a forty-eight-hour debacle of lavish overloads, aided and abetted by passive dilatoriness.
Oh, to wake up under a fullsome pyramid of crumbling redundancy, noticeable decayed moments perishing in corners collecting wisps of microscopic tumbleweeds, collecting momentum, gathering dust.
Absoluteness for the need to begin anew hitting hard; the punctured mien slowly disengaging from holiday abstractions of eschewing existence into palpable constructive solidity.
Sighs.
Oh, to wake up under a fullsome pyramid of crumbling redundancy, noticeable decayed moments perishing in corners collecting wisps of microscopic tumbleweeds, collecting momentum, gathering dust.
Absoluteness for the need to begin anew hitting hard; the punctured mien slowly disengaging from holiday abstractions of eschewing existence into palpable constructive solidity.
Sighs.
Sunday, 25 March 2018
Friday, 23 March 2018
Sads
Why am I so down in the dumps about the fact that Sridevi is no more :(.
Chaalbaaz was/is my favourite film.
Chaalbaaz was/is my favourite film.
No to the hell and back!
I've realised that I can't eat with plastic cutlery. Plastic fork, spork, spoons etc tend to give the sides of my mouth an ungodly rash and they swell up making the corners of my lips look like I've just got a lip injection.
It's some odd allergy I think.
Happens each time that I've finally realised it.
And then there are people who avoid washing up by keeping and feeding people in disposables.
Who offers guests water and tea in styrofoam cups and plastic plates with a plastic fork?
Who does that?
I'll tell you who does it. A lazy person with no sense of any responsibilities and no love for happiness and good things in life.
And when asked why they'd indulge in such shameful acts of blasphemous guestertainment and such plastic based lifestyle in general, the reply was unabashed with a simple shrug of the shoulders that washing up is a chore and to avoid that they'd go to any lengths, even if it meant buying cheap plastic plates in bulk and laying them out on a table, shoving them in black plastic trash bags while keeping a normal demeanour.
Blacklisted!!
It's some odd allergy I think.
Happens each time that I've finally realised it.
And then there are people who avoid washing up by keeping and feeding people in disposables.
Who offers guests water and tea in styrofoam cups and plastic plates with a plastic fork?
Who does that?
I'll tell you who does it. A lazy person with no sense of any responsibilities and no love for happiness and good things in life.
And when asked why they'd indulge in such shameful acts of blasphemous guestertainment and such plastic based lifestyle in general, the reply was unabashed with a simple shrug of the shoulders that washing up is a chore and to avoid that they'd go to any lengths, even if it meant buying cheap plastic plates in bulk and laying them out on a table, shoving them in black plastic trash bags while keeping a normal demeanour.
Blacklisted!!
Okay so
Friday came in quick..quicker than I thought it'd come but I'm not the one to complain..come on then Friday.
Right, agenda for today apart from whining and aching includes getting on with the drawing and listening to Dresden audiobook 'Proven guilty'. Hopefully I'll be able to accord some more character to what I'm drawing.
This urge for tea, which I know I won't have until I've had a meal because that's how I've decided but some urges tend to get the better of you and I let that happen yesterday but hopefully not today.
Okay then..I'm going on a bit of search for life that totally bypassed me this morning.
Right, agenda for today apart from whining and aching includes getting on with the drawing and listening to Dresden audiobook 'Proven guilty'. Hopefully I'll be able to accord some more character to what I'm drawing.
This urge for tea, which I know I won't have until I've had a meal because that's how I've decided but some urges tend to get the better of you and I let that happen yesterday but hopefully not today.
Okay then..I'm going on a bit of search for life that totally bypassed me this morning.
Thursday, 22 March 2018
No din!
I'll tell you what I won't do today..I won't cook dinner.
I mean I will, but it's not going to be anything elaborate but just a bit of pasta into which I'm going to put some leftover hummus, some vegetables and call it a day, because I can and that's all I can and wish to do.
I mean I will, but it's not going to be anything elaborate but just a bit of pasta into which I'm going to put some leftover hummus, some vegetables and call it a day, because I can and that's all I can and wish to do.
yeah yeah
Against my better senses I watched a couple reviews for Pacific Rim and, well, it didn't get raving reviews but does that keep me from watching it?
I mean as a long time lover of anime and Mecha what with Robotech (my first ever anime that made me realize I get a hard-on for this stuff), Gundam, Ninja Robots and the like there can never be a time that I keep myself from watching massive mecha's.
I mean it's not transformers yet, though it might soon be, but then make it a point to watch transformers too.
I mean as a long time lover of anime and Mecha what with Robotech (my first ever anime that made me realize I get a hard-on for this stuff), Gundam, Ninja Robots and the like there can never be a time that I keep myself from watching massive mecha's.
I mean it's not transformers yet, though it might soon be, but then make it a point to watch transformers too.
no yes ok maybe why
To say I slept well would be an exaggeration of the grossest kinds because I was acutely aware of the entire night passing by me.
My sleep was like a pothole-ridden road and I did not enjoy it much at all. Needling aches, discomfort and an overall need to do anything other than be in that position. I was cold yet hot and my contradictions didn't end there; waking up with a need to manically laugh while dismembering bodies and then weeping over them only to continue on with the mayhem was exactly how I felt and that is all I could do to keep myself from slashing people in the house who have a habit of hovering over me in the kitchen while I go about fixing lunch and packing it.
Work out was quite out of question and I felt strangely out of place with myself, not knowing how to spend the early hours of the morning when usually I'd be busier than a bee which is why I just sat silently, listening to Ustad Vilayat Khan and pondering over nothing in particular.
Empty..that's how it all felt and I had to literally haul myself for a bath.
The very thought of lunch irks me, even though plenty of delicious leftovers sit serenely for the picking, but I don't find myself in the frame of mind to shovel food in me, which is why a big bowl of one banana, one apple and ten strawberries with soy milk made its ways down the confused oesophagus and it made all the difference in the world. I felt like my cells absorbed every last drop of the manna and something inside of me is screaming for tea, tea and more tea. Non-stop!
I don't feel the energy in my limbs to begin flowing from my fingertips and maybe I'll suffer a hairline fracture if I as much as lift a pen today and goddamit I'm being overdramatic but I tell you I want to pull someone by their collar and scream in their face.
My sleep was like a pothole-ridden road and I did not enjoy it much at all. Needling aches, discomfort and an overall need to do anything other than be in that position. I was cold yet hot and my contradictions didn't end there; waking up with a need to manically laugh while dismembering bodies and then weeping over them only to continue on with the mayhem was exactly how I felt and that is all I could do to keep myself from slashing people in the house who have a habit of hovering over me in the kitchen while I go about fixing lunch and packing it.
Work out was quite out of question and I felt strangely out of place with myself, not knowing how to spend the early hours of the morning when usually I'd be busier than a bee which is why I just sat silently, listening to Ustad Vilayat Khan and pondering over nothing in particular.
Empty..that's how it all felt and I had to literally haul myself for a bath.
The very thought of lunch irks me, even though plenty of delicious leftovers sit serenely for the picking, but I don't find myself in the frame of mind to shovel food in me, which is why a big bowl of one banana, one apple and ten strawberries with soy milk made its ways down the confused oesophagus and it made all the difference in the world. I felt like my cells absorbed every last drop of the manna and something inside of me is screaming for tea, tea and more tea. Non-stop!
I don't feel the energy in my limbs to begin flowing from my fingertips and maybe I'll suffer a hairline fracture if I as much as lift a pen today and goddamit I'm being overdramatic but I tell you I want to pull someone by their collar and scream in their face.
Wednesday, 21 March 2018
Banged up
Okay, I've just binge watched mukbangs with my dinner and now I'm nursing a piece of chocolate and watching still.
My absolute favourite mukbanger during times when I feel like indulging is Trisha Paytas because I vicariously eat through her and love it.
I don't know, it's just I love watching women stuff themselves with huge amounts of food while smacking, slurping and licking their lips and I like the kind of conversation this woman has.
It's like binging through a visual medium and imagination. Helps you maintain weight while delighting in junk heaven.
I've an absurd relationship with food.
My absolute favourite mukbanger during times when I feel like indulging is Trisha Paytas because I vicariously eat through her and love it.
I don't know, it's just I love watching women stuff themselves with huge amounts of food while smacking, slurping and licking their lips and I like the kind of conversation this woman has.
It's like binging through a visual medium and imagination. Helps you maintain weight while delighting in junk heaven.
I've an absurd relationship with food.
Tuesday, 20 March 2018
Eats
Monday, 19 March 2018
The cringe
Brave is what I call those actors who dance upbeat Bollywood, Mollywood, Tollywood numbers, one garish step after another, bursting with energy, jumping to the high heavens, clad in typically abashed costumes sometimes if often not with backup dancers in popular foreign locales, usually Europe, with passerby's awkwardly glancing and sometimes surrounding the dancing duo and wondering, just as I wonder wtf?
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There it is again
that goddamn time
sometime before the night
when I look up skywards
waiting for that plane
that daubs a faint white
into the starless heaven
leaving a transparent stain.
that goddamn time
sometime before the night
when I look up skywards
waiting for that plane
that daubs a faint white
into the starless heaven
leaving a transparent stain.
Hmm..excuse me!
I'd always thought about it and it intrigued me oh so much as a kid, and that's when I trawled the inter webs to find some more about it and the fares left me just a little bit aghast.
I'd never thought it would be so, uh, expensive. I mean it's a one week trip but it's on a bloody train and well..what?
Ninth overture
Why is it that during these nine days of religious fasting people fastidiously fasting tend to get fatter rather than thinner?
I don't understand the basic tenets of this fasting which is literally translated as feasting thanks to a loophole that speaks about how ingesting grains, salt etc are prohibited and devotees find non grains items like gram flour, water chestnut flour, paneer, sugar and fry the heck out of it, thus sticking to the prescribed doctrine yet never once feeling hungry, and because it's fasting and everyone believes it to be fasting they eat incessantly because goddamit they're pious and steadfastly fasting.
The amounts of fried foods that families demolish during these days of Navratra are mind staggering, near obscene unhealthy, because god forbid anyone eat a small fruit and a glass of milk to survive through hunger pangs when Besan Pakoras, kuttu atta kachoris and aloo puri's are on the menu.
Eating something as lacklustre as roti, rice and subzi by non fasting people during these days not only puts them on the moral low ground but they also get to suffer the sacramental bullshit by fasting fanatics who never fail to mention their hunger sacrifices while washing down their fifth fried meal/snack since morning with a gallon of extra sweet almond milk because they're fasting for religious reasons and do not have the luxury of eating meat and imbibing alcohol, you see.
I don't understand the basic tenets of this fasting which is literally translated as feasting thanks to a loophole that speaks about how ingesting grains, salt etc are prohibited and devotees find non grains items like gram flour, water chestnut flour, paneer, sugar and fry the heck out of it, thus sticking to the prescribed doctrine yet never once feeling hungry, and because it's fasting and everyone believes it to be fasting they eat incessantly because goddamit they're pious and steadfastly fasting.
The amounts of fried foods that families demolish during these days of Navratra are mind staggering, near obscene unhealthy, because god forbid anyone eat a small fruit and a glass of milk to survive through hunger pangs when Besan Pakoras, kuttu atta kachoris and aloo puri's are on the menu.
Eating something as lacklustre as roti, rice and subzi by non fasting people during these days not only puts them on the moral low ground but they also get to suffer the sacramental bullshit by fasting fanatics who never fail to mention their hunger sacrifices while washing down their fifth fried meal/snack since morning with a gallon of extra sweet almond milk because they're fasting for religious reasons and do not have the luxury of eating meat and imbibing alcohol, you see.
and now..for a monday
Monday didn't crawl into my arms but instead came mounted atop a torpedo, blowing me to smithereens, even if only metaphorically.
Not only did I end up starting the day later than usual but I also ended up not following up with a couple of plans that I'd sketched out for the morning, not that they were most integral in the scheme of things but still it would have been nice to have them done with this morning, but of course, my entire timetable was shifted a couple hours ahead and I found myself in that odd space where the need to follow up with the daily schedule finds itself getting strangled by constraints of time and even though I'm all for murder, this sort of blatant bloodshed isn't something I'd happily approve, and so marring the couple activities from the morning I followed up with my usual and ended up eating lunch much later than usual, which is why there are no pics because so urgent was my need to tuck into food that I scarcely remembered whipping out my phone to click a picture; add to that the fact that I deviated slightly from my usual workout of 40 mins HIIT on Monday, instead going for a 15 min HIIT, 20 min strength, and 15 min cardio after which my soul experienced a transcendental moment wherein it floated atop my body which was left inert on the exercise mat.
Now here I sit fatigued from wrestling with a choppy VPN that refuses to connect and when it does there's no end to buffering, which is why I shall retreat into the shadows of a well-lit study and busy in another drawing.
This one pen and ink too but with a different hue.
Of course, I'll be here, writing some, loving some..
hearts.
Not only did I end up starting the day later than usual but I also ended up not following up with a couple of plans that I'd sketched out for the morning, not that they were most integral in the scheme of things but still it would have been nice to have them done with this morning, but of course, my entire timetable was shifted a couple hours ahead and I found myself in that odd space where the need to follow up with the daily schedule finds itself getting strangled by constraints of time and even though I'm all for murder, this sort of blatant bloodshed isn't something I'd happily approve, and so marring the couple activities from the morning I followed up with my usual and ended up eating lunch much later than usual, which is why there are no pics because so urgent was my need to tuck into food that I scarcely remembered whipping out my phone to click a picture; add to that the fact that I deviated slightly from my usual workout of 40 mins HIIT on Monday, instead going for a 15 min HIIT, 20 min strength, and 15 min cardio after which my soul experienced a transcendental moment wherein it floated atop my body which was left inert on the exercise mat.
Now here I sit fatigued from wrestling with a choppy VPN that refuses to connect and when it does there's no end to buffering, which is why I shall retreat into the shadows of a well-lit study and busy in another drawing.
This one pen and ink too but with a different hue.
Of course, I'll be here, writing some, loving some..
hearts.
Sunday, 18 March 2018
Injustice
I was witness to the much maligned Justice League yesterday and it lived up to its every criticism.
Torturous, silly, boring, tactless, half hearted and over all meh.
What ticked me off absolutely to the T about it was not the effortless tarnishing of cape and cowl by Ben Affleck but by an obviously digitally manipulated mouth of superman.
Almost every scene where Henry Caville tried to act, his mouth looked like it was a different part of his body. Like a botched photoshop side show his lower jowls moved in speech and his entire face looked like it had been supplemented with a novice digital artist with a case of leprosy.
Apparently he'd sported a moustache (wtf) throughout the movie because of his character in mission impossible 6 and that damned fungus had to be digitally erased.
This incident alone is enough to emphasise the levels of commitment towards this movie that could have been something outstanding considering how DC has the best superhero characters, but they managed to botch it so severely, one wonders why they even put this movie out in the first place.
Ugh to the No!
Torturous, silly, boring, tactless, half hearted and over all meh.
What ticked me off absolutely to the T about it was not the effortless tarnishing of cape and cowl by Ben Affleck but by an obviously digitally manipulated mouth of superman.
Almost every scene where Henry Caville tried to act, his mouth looked like it was a different part of his body. Like a botched photoshop side show his lower jowls moved in speech and his entire face looked like it had been supplemented with a novice digital artist with a case of leprosy.
Apparently he'd sported a moustache (wtf) throughout the movie because of his character in mission impossible 6 and that damned fungus had to be digitally erased.
This incident alone is enough to emphasise the levels of commitment towards this movie that could have been something outstanding considering how DC has the best superhero characters, but they managed to botch it so severely, one wonders why they even put this movie out in the first place.
Ugh to the No!
Hoes
Saturday, 17 March 2018
No words
Okay, there's this chic on Instagram who doles out the worst possible food photographs and watermarks them with her logo or whatever because apparently, or so she deems that they're exceptionally good and special and someone might mayhaps pinch them.
Ah, the grandiose castles one could only build in the land of vapid delusions.
Most of the pictures are extremely high in contrast and for some reason tinted ochre yellow like the jaundiced bile of a dying goat, moreover the angles, the settings and plating misses the mark by a few hundred continents. Most foods are restaurant types and how does one go wrong with dishes that come plated?
Admirably she has ample followers and doesn't seem to look like she's stopping anytime soon.
This world wounds me.
Ah, the grandiose castles one could only build in the land of vapid delusions.
Most of the pictures are extremely high in contrast and for some reason tinted ochre yellow like the jaundiced bile of a dying goat, moreover the angles, the settings and plating misses the mark by a few hundred continents. Most foods are restaurant types and how does one go wrong with dishes that come plated?
Admirably she has ample followers and doesn't seem to look like she's stopping anytime soon.
This world wounds me.
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It's a funny paradox this, how on weekdays I feel almost suicidal waking up early and nearly drag myself out of bed when on weekends I wake up at the same time because I just can't seem to sleep anymore and what's more, I'm cheerful about it.
Friday, 16 March 2018
Seeding
Now they shall be cleaned, lightly roasted and reserved.
Ah, Friday..
Humph today
Just when I couldn't stop raving about the weather it got grim. It was cold, almost icy and that I had to be out of the house before 8:00am didn't help much, but seeing how everyone out and about looked cold, grief stricken and almost hidden and huddled in their warm wear was most comforting because we all sported the similar what on earth expression that comes about when the weather hints at getting pleasant but gets extremely cold instead.
Also today was Murphy's day, in that everything did indeed go wrong from the moment go, and now that I've finally reached my house, I tread wearily, with caution, hoping I don't precipitate the bad timings and over all mild misfortunes that seem to be following me around like a stalker today.
Also today was Murphy's day, in that everything did indeed go wrong from the moment go, and now that I've finally reached my house, I tread wearily, with caution, hoping I don't precipitate the bad timings and over all mild misfortunes that seem to be following me around like a stalker today.
Thursday, 15 March 2018
Lotr
Watching Lord of the Rings 2 only to realise how little I'd understood of these movies the first time I watched them and nothing has changed still.
They were awfully long, tedious and with that kind of middle world fantasy music that seems appealing only when one is aware of the goings on, or else you're left groping in dark only marvelling at the special effects which is exactly what I did and I do now.
They were awfully long, tedious and with that kind of middle world fantasy music that seems appealing only when one is aware of the goings on, or else you're left groping in dark only marvelling at the special effects which is exactly what I did and I do now.
Phew
So here it is completed.
There's a lot to soak in so I will put some more close up photos.
audiobook jiggle
I think I had a mini heart attack today when my absolute favourite go-to website for audiobooks (audiobookbay.co) did not open. In fact, I kept getting an error message and getting redirected to some spammish page and my heart was beginning a descent into the depths of depression when a bit of frantic foraging on the internet informed me that it was now audiobookabb.com . To say that I exhaled a sigh of relief would be an understatement because I did a bit of dance and heaved my cat up in the air and may have even kissed him.
Now looking for some recommended audiobooks, some with the voices I love and some just random listens to decide whether I'd be interested.
Now looking for some recommended audiobooks, some with the voices I love and some just random listens to decide whether I'd be interested.
Heavy duties
Crispy baked paprika flavoured potatoes, soft boiled eggs and egg whites, soy seared tofu and a vegetable seafood stir fry accentuated with oyster sauce, soy and hoisin to give that concur shiny glaze. Sets my heart a flutter.
Feels
What's it about this weather that makes me want to bake and cook a lot of food?
Probably some primal instinct that prompts the foraging, gathering, preserving, conserving and hoarding for difficult times ahead. I'm sure life was difficult during rainy seasons when game was scarce and crops still in their developing stages and though things have drastically changed and improved, prehistoric instincts still persevere.
Maybe a large meal then. Something voluminous and eccentric.
Probably some primal instinct that prompts the foraging, gathering, preserving, conserving and hoarding for difficult times ahead. I'm sure life was difficult during rainy seasons when game was scarce and crops still in their developing stages and though things have drastically changed and improved, prehistoric instincts still persevere.
Maybe a large meal then. Something voluminous and eccentric.
Weather woes
Ah mornings, that begin with thunder followed by loud cascades of cool waterfall.
I was just raving about the beauteous weather but looks like it's been all hogwash, seeing how this week and the next will only see rains. It's dark, dull and grey, but now that's it's not nearly as freezing this weather doesn't feel nearly as pesky.
It has the particular moss tinged green smell that I associate with humidity and god help me if things start getting humid anytime soon.
What does today hold?
A bit of work, some workout and it's the finishing of drawing.
Let's see how it all begins to pan out or rather ends.
I was just raving about the beauteous weather but looks like it's been all hogwash, seeing how this week and the next will only see rains. It's dark, dull and grey, but now that's it's not nearly as freezing this weather doesn't feel nearly as pesky.
It has the particular moss tinged green smell that I associate with humidity and god help me if things start getting humid anytime soon.
What does today hold?
A bit of work, some workout and it's the finishing of drawing.
Let's see how it all begins to pan out or rather ends.
Wednesday, 14 March 2018
Drawing ups and audiobook needs
Ah, I'm happy to report that my drawing is nearly done and just a bit remains which though I could have finished in the last few moments of the ending of 'my' time had I rushed but things like these are better off with the kind of ease that melts into picture, moreover I'm on the last chapter of 'blade of Tyshalle' and I want to savour the ending.
Right, once this is done I'll immediately start with another drawing and now I'm wondering which audiobook to work it in with?
I mean I have options, like the next 'Dresden files' for I'm eager to know what madness does the wizard bring after having ridden a majiked T-Rex through Chicago streets. So the next book would be 'Proven guilty' and by all means I can listen to that, keeping the 3rd part of Acts of Caine for later.
In case however there are any eager suggestions, do fling them this side of the world. I'd eagerly scarf them down my ears.
Right, once this is done I'll immediately start with another drawing and now I'm wondering which audiobook to work it in with?
I mean I have options, like the next 'Dresden files' for I'm eager to know what madness does the wizard bring after having ridden a majiked T-Rex through Chicago streets. So the next book would be 'Proven guilty' and by all means I can listen to that, keeping the 3rd part of Acts of Caine for later.
In case however there are any eager suggestions, do fling them this side of the world. I'd eagerly scarf them down my ears.
spare some change
How often does one need to include a change in their life? Is it when they fall into a rut or get bored of same old all the time, or when they just feel like it to take a break from the monotony of the schedule they've been living day in and out?
There could be several reasons or one, but there isn't just one way of making a change just as there isn't just one way of eating or living and often times these modifications themselves get stagnant over a period of time when those are the only adjustments one makes.
A change could be anything. From cleaning your living space to making massive life decisions to changing furniture propping a vase full of flowers to going to the gym every day. Really, the list is endless and one of the reasons I go in for a change is when I start plateauing. Not just in terms of life but also domestic landscape, interiors and even health.
Getting out of a schedule shocks your system, senses and sensibilities and it's an exercise to adjust to the sudden transition.
There are perhaps many ways to explain this, but I have one example from recent times when I decided to change my morning eating schedule and it was funny how my body reacted to it in the most positive of ways, not that I was doing anything wrong, to begin with, but perhaps my system was so attuned to it that it stopped working the same way it had before.
I have for almost a month now stopped my morning ginger masala tea, shifting its timings to post lunch just as I have deleted my morning banana to a post-lunch snack.
I'm an advocate for banana and will be the rest of my life, in fact this plantain couldn't find a better propaganda minister than me, having relied on this sweet fruit during my illness from a couple years previous when my body couldn't even keep down water let alone food, when banana was the only thing that my body accepted and that's all I ate for nearly 3 months. Living on two bananas a week and losing over 15 kgs I learnt a lot and have since respected, loved and spoken out for this miraculous fruit to anyone who'd listen, and going as far as adjusting my diet to eating a banana in the morning above everything else, followed by morning tea, toast and beastly workout for almost more than one and a half year that is until I hit a plateau and realized my body had found its comfortable home and refuses to go any further. Though not disconcerting it was a bit bewildering because when you work out and wish to walk fitness road keeping certain goals a plateau isn't what you necessarily look for.
Exercising diligently, eating healthy (lean and clean) what does one do? One can either get on the new diet bandwagon and go for a wholly different diet (keto, paleo, vegan, HCLF etc) but I'm not the one for restrictive dieting, moreover what I eat is balanced, healthy and nutritious and I do not wish to start cutting out some vital habits that are important to me, because what after that? I do not wish to cut out, rather alter and that's what I did.
Instead of beginning my day with a sweet dose of a fat banana, followed by a cup of sweetened tea and small toast I now simply eat a plain egg white before workout and lunch after. The tea and banana come after I've eaten my meal and though this sudden change did pose a bit of getting used to initially I'm comfortable with it now and dear god can I see the changes.
For some reason there's no more bloating in the mornings, my face never feels plump the way it usually would in the mornings after waking up and I feel much energy during exercises, especially during HIIT. There has been a slight difference in the way my abs now look and I have if even by millimetres shaved some fat around my waist which though not concerning had a tendency to make itself visible after a ravenous weekend.
Of course, it's nothing drastic and I've not developed a shredded body overnight but when you're used to seeing yourself and knowing your limitations and suddenly step over that small hurdle there is a bit of jubilation in your heart.
I think this small change might have helped due to a few reasons, one being that my insulin doesn't spike up after having a dose of fruit and sugar first thing in the morning, especially when having it on an empty stomach after an almost 14-15 hour fasting period and the pure protein of egg white helps keep up my stamina for workout.
Once I've eaten a meal I freely indulge in both my morning tea which is now afternoon tea and 2-3 bananas because what am I if not bananas about it?
There could be several reasons or one, but there isn't just one way of making a change just as there isn't just one way of eating or living and often times these modifications themselves get stagnant over a period of time when those are the only adjustments one makes.
A change could be anything. From cleaning your living space to making massive life decisions to changing furniture propping a vase full of flowers to going to the gym every day. Really, the list is endless and one of the reasons I go in for a change is when I start plateauing. Not just in terms of life but also domestic landscape, interiors and even health.
Getting out of a schedule shocks your system, senses and sensibilities and it's an exercise to adjust to the sudden transition.
There are perhaps many ways to explain this, but I have one example from recent times when I decided to change my morning eating schedule and it was funny how my body reacted to it in the most positive of ways, not that I was doing anything wrong, to begin with, but perhaps my system was so attuned to it that it stopped working the same way it had before.
I have for almost a month now stopped my morning ginger masala tea, shifting its timings to post lunch just as I have deleted my morning banana to a post-lunch snack.
I'm an advocate for banana and will be the rest of my life, in fact this plantain couldn't find a better propaganda minister than me, having relied on this sweet fruit during my illness from a couple years previous when my body couldn't even keep down water let alone food, when banana was the only thing that my body accepted and that's all I ate for nearly 3 months. Living on two bananas a week and losing over 15 kgs I learnt a lot and have since respected, loved and spoken out for this miraculous fruit to anyone who'd listen, and going as far as adjusting my diet to eating a banana in the morning above everything else, followed by morning tea, toast and beastly workout for almost more than one and a half year that is until I hit a plateau and realized my body had found its comfortable home and refuses to go any further. Though not disconcerting it was a bit bewildering because when you work out and wish to walk fitness road keeping certain goals a plateau isn't what you necessarily look for.
Exercising diligently, eating healthy (lean and clean) what does one do? One can either get on the new diet bandwagon and go for a wholly different diet (keto, paleo, vegan, HCLF etc) but I'm not the one for restrictive dieting, moreover what I eat is balanced, healthy and nutritious and I do not wish to start cutting out some vital habits that are important to me, because what after that? I do not wish to cut out, rather alter and that's what I did.
Instead of beginning my day with a sweet dose of a fat banana, followed by a cup of sweetened tea and small toast I now simply eat a plain egg white before workout and lunch after. The tea and banana come after I've eaten my meal and though this sudden change did pose a bit of getting used to initially I'm comfortable with it now and dear god can I see the changes.
For some reason there's no more bloating in the mornings, my face never feels plump the way it usually would in the mornings after waking up and I feel much energy during exercises, especially during HIIT. There has been a slight difference in the way my abs now look and I have if even by millimetres shaved some fat around my waist which though not concerning had a tendency to make itself visible after a ravenous weekend.
Of course, it's nothing drastic and I've not developed a shredded body overnight but when you're used to seeing yourself and knowing your limitations and suddenly step over that small hurdle there is a bit of jubilation in your heart.
I think this small change might have helped due to a few reasons, one being that my insulin doesn't spike up after having a dose of fruit and sugar first thing in the morning, especially when having it on an empty stomach after an almost 14-15 hour fasting period and the pure protein of egg white helps keep up my stamina for workout.
Once I've eaten a meal I freely indulge in both my morning tea which is now afternoon tea and 2-3 bananas because what am I if not bananas about it?
Lip smacking
Darked
I began by absolutely disliking the dark theme on YouTube and now I don't mind it nearly all that much actually.
Easy on the eyes, less glare and somehow a rather soothing charcoal greyish background without the sparkling sheen of crisp blackness. It's nice.
Easy on the eyes, less glare and somehow a rather soothing charcoal greyish background without the sparkling sheen of crisp blackness. It's nice.
Mohning
Morning time and the clouds look grim. Blocking all that could be sunny in their path, filtering only some grey and shadowy light that does nothing to uplift moods, somber and sepulchral in its foreboding calm, ready to ignite into a rumbling shower.
Tuesday, 13 March 2018
Expirations
One could trace this down to culture and ethics or just strike it off as sleazy business sense but the fact is that this particular problem remains consistent across continents. Case in point Indian supermarkets or Indian speciality stores especially oversees keeping products close to or past expiration dates.
I won't mind naming names because I've had it up to the gills to the point of having boycotted a store called 'Bhumi' which does the name gross injustice because most of their products are past expiration and not only do they don't mind selling them but in fact they put a strong tape above and write some other date that is still a few months away.
It's only after you've bought the grocery back home and opened it do you realize that its contents are way off, and no point fighting with the store keep because they'd say that you're being too finicky and specifically as a person living offshore who wouldn't have otherwise found such basic items in another shop.
Apparently I'd bought whole wheat atta from that store a few times and each time it smelled a bit off, and one day when I scratched off the tape that nearly tore off the packaging that I saw that packet of atta had expired almost three months ago and the fake date imprinted made it look good for another few.
To say it boiled my blood would be an understatement because I seethed and wrote that freaking shop off my list of shops I'd ever shop from, and this isn't even a problem particular to this store here. I have friends and acquaintances from different countries complaining of similar problems as to how their local Indian stores sell expired products.
It's amazing how shamelessly they sell such things to the point that I have a friend who once bought packaged paneer from 'Bhumi' only to find it fungified. Needless to say she ranted about this for an hour and never went back to the store.
I have since begun buying things online after speaking to the particular vendor and getting all details, and in fact found a vendor who delivers fresh wheat atta to Indian restaurants here. My life has since been sorted, not least because most of the other things like paneer or ground masalas and pickles I make at home.
So yes, these are issues about ethics and honour, something these businesses and business owner severely lack and don't intend on improving on.
I won't mind naming names because I've had it up to the gills to the point of having boycotted a store called 'Bhumi' which does the name gross injustice because most of their products are past expiration and not only do they don't mind selling them but in fact they put a strong tape above and write some other date that is still a few months away.
It's only after you've bought the grocery back home and opened it do you realize that its contents are way off, and no point fighting with the store keep because they'd say that you're being too finicky and specifically as a person living offshore who wouldn't have otherwise found such basic items in another shop.
Apparently I'd bought whole wheat atta from that store a few times and each time it smelled a bit off, and one day when I scratched off the tape that nearly tore off the packaging that I saw that packet of atta had expired almost three months ago and the fake date imprinted made it look good for another few.
To say it boiled my blood would be an understatement because I seethed and wrote that freaking shop off my list of shops I'd ever shop from, and this isn't even a problem particular to this store here. I have friends and acquaintances from different countries complaining of similar problems as to how their local Indian stores sell expired products.
It's amazing how shamelessly they sell such things to the point that I have a friend who once bought packaged paneer from 'Bhumi' only to find it fungified. Needless to say she ranted about this for an hour and never went back to the store.
I have since begun buying things online after speaking to the particular vendor and getting all details, and in fact found a vendor who delivers fresh wheat atta to Indian restaurants here. My life has since been sorted, not least because most of the other things like paneer or ground masalas and pickles I make at home.
So yes, these are issues about ethics and honour, something these businesses and business owner severely lack and don't intend on improving on.
la-la weather and mood
I just, I can't even..blue skies, chirping birds, sunshine and beauteousness all round. It's overwhelming, I'm in tears and I just sat in the balcony, soaking some Vit D, having my lunch reclining on the chair, feet atop a footstool, cat on my lap and the world was indeed happy, that is until someone rang the bell and I had to break the calm of my harmonious worldly oneness to shake the cat off the lap, get up from the almost sleepy position and trudge towards the door to find a stranger who looked more surpised than me because he'd gotten into the wrong building and broken my reverie.
I spent some more time fitting back into my previous position like a Tetris block but this wouldn't last I knew. Things had to be done, there was work afoot, and I couldn't just lounge about, now could I? I mean I could but perhaps on a weekend when there's no rush; seeing how it is Tuesday the faith stays in short supply.
But this mellow warmth tinged with slight coolness during the afternoon which rapidly depletes as the sun goes down is much welcome and is here to stay for a few days until the weather gets cold again, but it's pretty much pleasantly cold in varying degrees after that. It's not yet denim jacket pleasant, but definitely not the thermal wear season anymore either.
This morning began with frightful chirps of birds that seemed all too glad to have found sun after almost months of intermittent gloom and it wasn't with a heavy heart that I found myself waking up, but with a light footstep and though my morning mood is mostly murderous it was almost congenial in that scary schizophrenic way and as fearful as I am of stepping out of the house too early to buy vegetables I found my heart volunteering for the deed and thusly I spent a good half hour sitting on a park bench near the river and came back laden with fruits and veg and even some tentacled dead bodies that I intend to cook up tomorrow.
I might even be tempted to sunbathe if the weather continues to stay so deliciously comforting and in fact, I'm resolved to clean up my balcony and get rid of all the lazy pile-ups of forgotten pots and soil by planting seeds and other such gardening endeavours.
I'm going to begin spring cleaning very soon.
I spent some more time fitting back into my previous position like a Tetris block but this wouldn't last I knew. Things had to be done, there was work afoot, and I couldn't just lounge about, now could I? I mean I could but perhaps on a weekend when there's no rush; seeing how it is Tuesday the faith stays in short supply.
But this mellow warmth tinged with slight coolness during the afternoon which rapidly depletes as the sun goes down is much welcome and is here to stay for a few days until the weather gets cold again, but it's pretty much pleasantly cold in varying degrees after that. It's not yet denim jacket pleasant, but definitely not the thermal wear season anymore either.
This morning began with frightful chirps of birds that seemed all too glad to have found sun after almost months of intermittent gloom and it wasn't with a heavy heart that I found myself waking up, but with a light footstep and though my morning mood is mostly murderous it was almost congenial in that scary schizophrenic way and as fearful as I am of stepping out of the house too early to buy vegetables I found my heart volunteering for the deed and thusly I spent a good half hour sitting on a park bench near the river and came back laden with fruits and veg and even some tentacled dead bodies that I intend to cook up tomorrow.
I might even be tempted to sunbathe if the weather continues to stay so deliciously comforting and in fact, I'm resolved to clean up my balcony and get rid of all the lazy pile-ups of forgotten pots and soil by planting seeds and other such gardening endeavours.
I'm going to begin spring cleaning very soon.
Once a lunch
Monday, 12 March 2018
fast fast quick
Talk about fun days on a Monday? as if.
I hit the ground running and only found myself back at my desk after being out and about and doesn't look like it will get any easier today.
This weekend was spent in a daze of busy haze, what with spending time in a far off island laden with tourists to getting stuck in a traffic jam on the way back. Ah, nothing played to my preference and well, in each life some rain must fall.
The season has indeed changed and it has gotten warmer to the point that I don't need to turn on any air conditioning and there are brighter sunny days that stay on for longer. If that isn't good luck I don't know what is.
Right, to the drawing then, and looks like I don't have much time to linger in that department, but one must persevere and persevere I shall.
I hit the ground running and only found myself back at my desk after being out and about and doesn't look like it will get any easier today.
This weekend was spent in a daze of busy haze, what with spending time in a far off island laden with tourists to getting stuck in a traffic jam on the way back. Ah, nothing played to my preference and well, in each life some rain must fall.
The season has indeed changed and it has gotten warmer to the point that I don't need to turn on any air conditioning and there are brighter sunny days that stay on for longer. If that isn't good luck I don't know what is.
Right, to the drawing then, and looks like I don't have much time to linger in that department, but one must persevere and persevere I shall.
HIIT by a bus
Saturday, 10 March 2018
Friday, 9 March 2018
Affirmation
Say one thing about me, say I don't know the meaning of portion control.
Today was a calzone + beer fest and I feel like I've eaten enough to feed a small village, but then I always eat a lot and shamelessly too. The only problem being a bit of guilt on account of having eaten cheesy calzones buy we can let Friday have a bit of leeway and start doing better on Sunday.
Today was a calzone + beer fest and I feel like I've eaten enough to feed a small village, but then I always eat a lot and shamelessly too. The only problem being a bit of guilt on account of having eaten cheesy calzones buy we can let Friday have a bit of leeway and start doing better on Sunday.
Friday mull
Come Friday and my messages look something like 'what's the scene?' 'Any plans?'
Well, the scene is, the plan is that I'm going to bake a calzone because I feel like eating something like a pizza which isn't a pizza and drinking single malt in minute quantities while watching altered carbon which I've already binge watched saving the last episode.
That's the scene and I can't believe I look forward to spending Friday's at home when some years back I'd have considered this plan the height of humiliation.
I mean stay in on a weekend? What are you? Ugly?
Ah, things change, times change and most importantly people change but that's not saying that I like to spend the entire weekend at home because I make sure at least one night out of the three is spent in revelry or at least some form of celebration. It's not as much as the prospect of stepping out for a night out as it is playing dress up. I mean come on, unleashing a bit of vanity every now and then is hardly a sin.
Well, the scene is, the plan is that I'm going to bake a calzone because I feel like eating something like a pizza which isn't a pizza and drinking single malt in minute quantities while watching altered carbon which I've already binge watched saving the last episode.
That's the scene and I can't believe I look forward to spending Friday's at home when some years back I'd have considered this plan the height of humiliation.
I mean stay in on a weekend? What are you? Ugly?
Ah, things change, times change and most importantly people change but that's not saying that I like to spend the entire weekend at home because I make sure at least one night out of the three is spent in revelry or at least some form of celebration. It's not as much as the prospect of stepping out for a night out as it is playing dress up. I mean come on, unleashing a bit of vanity every now and then is hardly a sin.
Updates
Meal deal
Leftover tuna mixed with eggs draped over a sliver of homemade whole wheat bread tiara'd with mung bean sprouts and black chickpeas salad and two rashers of bacon because life needs balancing.
Moaning
And this morning forgot to knock
slithering in silently
just as night crept out wordless
after ravaging me
staring dumbstruck at my exhausted mien
maybe it wept at my sleepy ignorance
at my apathy for the white glitch
swollen after a midnight romp with the dark witch.
slithering in silently
just as night crept out wordless
after ravaging me
staring dumbstruck at my exhausted mien
maybe it wept at my sleepy ignorance
at my apathy for the white glitch
swollen after a midnight romp with the dark witch.
Thursday, 8 March 2018
Productive finds
I'm in possession of a treasure trove which I didn't think I'd find otherwise had I not been to the wholesale market which is less of a market and more of a country because it was madly vast and there was not a soul shopping about. I wonder why.
Their loss I'd say because after I'd done scraping my jaw off the floor after reading the prices on everything I went a little demented buying everything by the kilos.
A sackful of grains, nuts and seeds and hardly a dent in my pocket. What on earth. It was a fraction of a fraction of what I'd normally pay and perhaps I have found myself a new Mecca; the only flipside being that it's a good long distance from my house and they don't sell vegetables. But that's alright.
I mean I found unhulled sesame seeds which is almost a rarity if not an impossibility. You can't find any white sesame seeds with their hulls on commercially and that's a shame because they lose most of their calcium that way, but no one gets in the way of my calcium..moreover I found buckwheat, shelled and unprocessed sunflower seeds, Pumpkin seeds, a different variety of peanuts, cashews and galangal and I'm not even done and everything for less than a quarter of the price.
Why isn't anyone shopping there??
Need to go there again and do a circuit round and buy some more things that I wanted but couldn't this time.
Their loss I'd say because after I'd done scraping my jaw off the floor after reading the prices on everything I went a little demented buying everything by the kilos.
A sackful of grains, nuts and seeds and hardly a dent in my pocket. What on earth. It was a fraction of a fraction of what I'd normally pay and perhaps I have found myself a new Mecca; the only flipside being that it's a good long distance from my house and they don't sell vegetables. But that's alright.
I mean I found unhulled sesame seeds which is almost a rarity if not an impossibility. You can't find any white sesame seeds with their hulls on commercially and that's a shame because they lose most of their calcium that way, but no one gets in the way of my calcium..moreover I found buckwheat, shelled and unprocessed sunflower seeds, Pumpkin seeds, a different variety of peanuts, cashews and galangal and I'm not even done and everything for less than a quarter of the price.
Why isn't anyone shopping there??
Need to go there again and do a circuit round and buy some more things that I wanted but couldn't this time.
Meal deal
Buckwheat noodles draped in tuna and bacon with shards of crunchy carrots and cucumbers in a dressing made with hummus and yogurt, because there are times when only nutritious meals will do that don't hold back on the toothsome succulence.
And so it is
As morning go, today's felt extraordinarily satisfactory, not least because I actually enjoyed cooking first thing in the morning. It could be the weather which has lost its bite or it could be the milk of humanity sloshing about behind my eyes, but whatever it was I didn't resent being up before the sun and busying myself.
It could have been the awareness that I won't be working out today because there's ample soreness in parts of my body that don't deserve to be disturbed and I'd decided very early on that I shall lounge on the couch during the later part of the day, sipping on lemon water and catching up on Internet that I've missed on account of always being on my toes and that is exactly what I'm doing.
My afternoon will be busy and there's no more coffee offers that I shall accept and the only bit that I resent is my drawing that I've not been able to work on.
Hopefully I'll have some time in the evening.
I'm listening to some ambient music and glancing about my just cleaned house which twinkles in oaken delights of pristine smugness.
Yes, I'm happy today..at least for now.
It could have been the awareness that I won't be working out today because there's ample soreness in parts of my body that don't deserve to be disturbed and I'd decided very early on that I shall lounge on the couch during the later part of the day, sipping on lemon water and catching up on Internet that I've missed on account of always being on my toes and that is exactly what I'm doing.
My afternoon will be busy and there's no more coffee offers that I shall accept and the only bit that I resent is my drawing that I've not been able to work on.
Hopefully I'll have some time in the evening.
I'm listening to some ambient music and glancing about my just cleaned house which twinkles in oaken delights of pristine smugness.
Yes, I'm happy today..at least for now.
Wednesday, 7 March 2018
Aha
Have I ever mentioned my love for sepia? From sepia tinted movies to roseate weather to sandy beaches to ocherous papers of ancient libraries.. ah..the eyes that widen into globe shaped amazement.
The buzzing in my head
I begin my caffeine purge of the month from tomorrow because I suddenly feel like I've had enough caffeine.
My friend and her husband are coffee drinkers to the point that the first thing I was asked on reaching her home was if I'd like some coffee? Uh, well, yeah. Why not and while we began with the kimchi activity her husband made coffee in a coffee machine and it took a sweetly long time to get brewed and percolate.
Once done I was offered the Java with much enthusiasm and one sip was enough to inform me that this couple liked their joe stronger than Hercules.
I had a foreboding feeling about this and half a cup later I could feel my pulse beat in my hair and I found myself gnawing air clenching my teeth and feeling idiotically hyper, and it was only bits of tattered sanity that kept me from leaping out of a window and do Charleston on the road.
My problem with such extreme intake of caffeine is that it tends to give me headaches, even migraines and by the time I was done with everything and reached home I found my head being knocked against an anvil by migraine hammers.
Now this isn't a new phenomenon but it is rare and caffeine in high doses tends to make me jittery and weird but on some special occasions it does cause migraine and this is probably the second time in three years that it has happened.
What does that mean?
That my friend and her husband drink the kind of coffee that could propel a space shuttle to moon. My heart rate is still well over 90 when it's usually never more than 65 p/m and I got a migraine which needed easing with mild medication.
I don't think I can get any sleep tonight and there's no way in hell I'm imbibing any caffeine the next one week or so, and to think I started off this day in the pink of health.
Even now as I type I feel like my thumbs are triggering machine guns.
I'm a rather dubious coffee drinker, enjoying the flavours more than the effect and in fact enjoying the whole process of making a cupful more than drinking. I like depth, flavour and robustness in a way that one likes lean muscled mannequins.
I mean what I just drank was a Bruce lee when I'd just rather play with Barbie's Ken..so you can imagine how my heart reverse pumped blood and got inflated to the point of bursting and I got a bloody headache.
Also, this post wouldn't have been as long had it not been for the coffee..and goddamnit white ink on almost black background is not easy on the eyes.
My friend and her husband are coffee drinkers to the point that the first thing I was asked on reaching her home was if I'd like some coffee? Uh, well, yeah. Why not and while we began with the kimchi activity her husband made coffee in a coffee machine and it took a sweetly long time to get brewed and percolate.
Once done I was offered the Java with much enthusiasm and one sip was enough to inform me that this couple liked their joe stronger than Hercules.
I had a foreboding feeling about this and half a cup later I could feel my pulse beat in my hair and I found myself gnawing air clenching my teeth and feeling idiotically hyper, and it was only bits of tattered sanity that kept me from leaping out of a window and do Charleston on the road.
My problem with such extreme intake of caffeine is that it tends to give me headaches, even migraines and by the time I was done with everything and reached home I found my head being knocked against an anvil by migraine hammers.
Now this isn't a new phenomenon but it is rare and caffeine in high doses tends to make me jittery and weird but on some special occasions it does cause migraine and this is probably the second time in three years that it has happened.
What does that mean?
That my friend and her husband drink the kind of coffee that could propel a space shuttle to moon. My heart rate is still well over 90 when it's usually never more than 65 p/m and I got a migraine which needed easing with mild medication.
I don't think I can get any sleep tonight and there's no way in hell I'm imbibing any caffeine the next one week or so, and to think I started off this day in the pink of health.
Even now as I type I feel like my thumbs are triggering machine guns.
I'm a rather dubious coffee drinker, enjoying the flavours more than the effect and in fact enjoying the whole process of making a cupful more than drinking. I like depth, flavour and robustness in a way that one likes lean muscled mannequins.
I mean what I just drank was a Bruce lee when I'd just rather play with Barbie's Ken..so you can imagine how my heart reverse pumped blood and got inflated to the point of bursting and I got a bloody headache.
Also, this post wouldn't have been as long had it not been for the coffee..and goddamnit white ink on almost black background is not easy on the eyes.
back and forth
Today went by in Kimchi fumes and I haven't as much as touched my drawing but what can you do? I know tomorrow is going to be much the same because I'll be out during the afternoon because my friend and I are going on a little adventure to a spice market which is unbelievably huge. It is basically a wholesale market for foods which supply to taobao and I'm already excited about all the treasures I know for a fact I will unearth there.
Now what? It's that time which is too late to do something constructive and too early to cook dinner, my favourite time during the entire day when I let myself do whatever I please for an hour, from reading to mindlessly surfing and catching up on youtube or playing Jenga with kids.
The weather is a rainy 9ºC and not exactly fun but I'm happy to report that spring will finally spring(?) the way it should spring by next week. It will get warmer in that pleasantly cool way which doesn't make your feet freeze when you don't want to add a layer of a jacket over your sweater. I'm waiting for that time when the breeze feels enjoyable and you want to open your windows to let it caress your cheeks with a soft crisp.
Now what? It's that time which is too late to do something constructive and too early to cook dinner, my favourite time during the entire day when I let myself do whatever I please for an hour, from reading to mindlessly surfing and catching up on youtube or playing Jenga with kids.
The weather is a rainy 9ºC and not exactly fun but I'm happy to report that spring will finally spring(?) the way it should spring by next week. It will get warmer in that pleasantly cool way which doesn't make your feet freeze when you don't want to add a layer of a jacket over your sweater. I'm waiting for that time when the breeze feels enjoyable and you want to open your windows to let it caress your cheeks with a soft crisp.
Eat some
Sandwich without the jeuje. Going back to basics and don't I love it this way?
Triple decker sandwich made with homemade whole wheat bread and cucumber, tomato, capsicum layered within; speckled with a rainfall of black pepper and of course some eggs.
Citrix fun
When life doesn't give you lemons you have to run out and buy them because lemons are of the utmost importance and I can't start my day without them no matter what the apocalypse.
Also no fruit vendors open up at 7:00 am and one can only ever buy lemons at fruit vendors here not at vegetable market because I don't know, the logic is beyond me.
And so I ran from pillar to post until I found an early riser and bought half a dozen lemons the size my palms and these will suit me nicely for the next ten days or so.
Today's agenda includes making kimchi and in fact I'm going to a friends to do this spot of activity together and gods help us.
Now..now I'm going to work out. HIIT+lower body strength.
Soon..
Also no fruit vendors open up at 7:00 am and one can only ever buy lemons at fruit vendors here not at vegetable market because I don't know, the logic is beyond me.
And so I ran from pillar to post until I found an early riser and bought half a dozen lemons the size my palms and these will suit me nicely for the next ten days or so.
Today's agenda includes making kimchi and in fact I'm going to a friends to do this spot of activity together and gods help us.
Now..now I'm going to work out. HIIT+lower body strength.
Soon..
Mornings uh
The trick to not sleeping or not feeling sleepy a few moments later after waking up in the wee hours of morning is immediately brushing your teeth.
I've observed that if you go about some time without having brushed you tend to succumb to laziness and another round of sleep more than you would after having brushed teeth.
The freshness that permeates after a morning toothbrush routine is underrated and I do not understand how some people actually go about half their day without having brushed, going as far as to even eat their breakfast without brushing. Blasphemous, I tell you!
I've observed that if you go about some time without having brushed you tend to succumb to laziness and another round of sleep more than you would after having brushed teeth.
The freshness that permeates after a morning toothbrush routine is underrated and I do not understand how some people actually go about half their day without having brushed, going as far as to even eat their breakfast without brushing. Blasphemous, I tell you!
Tuesday, 6 March 2018
Fat fads
This is hardly the time to bake bread but that's exactly what I'm doing because it's been almost two weeks and no bread.
Speaking of bread, a couple of my cousins who were earlier only slightly fat are now obese and when I saw their photographs on whatsapp I found myself thinking of the movie Wall-E where morbidly obese people are living their lives seated in front of a screen.
It's most disturbing to see family members especially ones whom you're fond of ruin themselves with weighty baggage, and the worst part or the hilarious part is that no one is willing to admit they've a weight problem because obviously it's their metabolism and thyroid.
Of course I didn't point out and I won't, not until I'm asked, but by the heavens I do wonder if one has to call in catering services to feed them because cooking for them on an ordinary stove top in daily utensils is no lean feat.
Speaking of bread, a couple of my cousins who were earlier only slightly fat are now obese and when I saw their photographs on whatsapp I found myself thinking of the movie Wall-E where morbidly obese people are living their lives seated in front of a screen.
It's most disturbing to see family members especially ones whom you're fond of ruin themselves with weighty baggage, and the worst part or the hilarious part is that no one is willing to admit they've a weight problem because obviously it's their metabolism and thyroid.
Of course I didn't point out and I won't, not until I'm asked, but by the heavens I do wonder if one has to call in catering services to feed them because cooking for them on an ordinary stove top in daily utensils is no lean feat.
Tid bits
I've been unable to shake the depression caused by my rotring isograph pen which refuses to work, that is there's no ink seeping out of the nib and it won't write and I absolutely need that for stippling purposes.
I've washed and refilled the ink but it won't still work and my heart sinks each time the extremely sharp point of the the pen leaves minute dents on the paper which vanish because there's no ink to make them permanent.
Ah, a new black and white ink drawing after ages and it's most exhilarating to just sit and draw with black ink on nice white paper.
One of the most frequently used fineliner point in most of my drawings is .05 and it's funny how different each of these points can vary from pen to pen.
The best .05 that I've ever used is one from Mitsubishi called 'uni pin fine line' and it's the best one in business. It has the finest tip I've seen and known and the strokes it gives are so extremely precise it makes my heart glow. There's no feathering of ink on any surface, the thinness of the the point gives more control and precision and using it at a particular angle to create extreme thin strokes that start from normal and then fade into grey to invisible is almost whimsical and useful when drawing something typical of the kind.
I've recently bought some more pens that are .03 and imagine my shock and horror when I used those for stippling and found them to be almost similar to .05 one. Not that they aren't good, but definitely not for stippling on a small surface.
Right, I was disturbed in my artful meditation by a horde of kids who successfully turned the tasteful interiors of my casa into a sort of ramshackle existence by prancing, dancing and generally being kids.
I do hate getting interrupted during some work I'm profoundly engrossed in and having to suddenly switch my mind from extreme concentration to that one of extreme caution is a bit harrowing.
Not that I'm complaining.
so the progress is slow and I can only hope to complete it by the end of the week after which I will start another and then perhaps some watercolours.
Also, thinking of giving acrylics a spin.
Let's see how it all holds.
I've washed and refilled the ink but it won't still work and my heart sinks each time the extremely sharp point of the the pen leaves minute dents on the paper which vanish because there's no ink to make them permanent.
Ah, a new black and white ink drawing after ages and it's most exhilarating to just sit and draw with black ink on nice white paper.
One of the most frequently used fineliner point in most of my drawings is .05 and it's funny how different each of these points can vary from pen to pen.
The best .05 that I've ever used is one from Mitsubishi called 'uni pin fine line' and it's the best one in business. It has the finest tip I've seen and known and the strokes it gives are so extremely precise it makes my heart glow. There's no feathering of ink on any surface, the thinness of the the point gives more control and precision and using it at a particular angle to create extreme thin strokes that start from normal and then fade into grey to invisible is almost whimsical and useful when drawing something typical of the kind.
I've recently bought some more pens that are .03 and imagine my shock and horror when I used those for stippling and found them to be almost similar to .05 one. Not that they aren't good, but definitely not for stippling on a small surface.
Right, I was disturbed in my artful meditation by a horde of kids who successfully turned the tasteful interiors of my casa into a sort of ramshackle existence by prancing, dancing and generally being kids.
I do hate getting interrupted during some work I'm profoundly engrossed in and having to suddenly switch my mind from extreme concentration to that one of extreme caution is a bit harrowing.
Not that I'm complaining.
so the progress is slow and I can only hope to complete it by the end of the week after which I will start another and then perhaps some watercolours.
Also, thinking of giving acrylics a spin.
Let's see how it all holds.
Rotring sads
Arghhh
The morning was late because I slept upset, woke upset and refused to do anything in the morning except my workout and now I feel awful because not only did I forfeit precious early morning time but I justified being horrible and that's not how I like me.
What can you expect? It's a Tuesday after all. Hopefully, I can turn this around tomorrow.
gah!
Monday, 5 March 2018
Fadefast
Nighttime and I find myself in a morgue
the kind where dead people breathe
wake up and leave for work, stay attentive, live inside a machine, stare glass eyed at emails, eat packed lunch and go to the gym, who come back and die again; exhaling steadily in a rhythm of crest and falls that rhyme with irksome snores.
Nighttime and I hunt for galaxies in a ceiling
Following the lights glowing a silent part of my room
from a passing car that doesn't realise
It's trespassing my house, with amber coin sized gleam refracting from another life
that near imitates stars, the only kinds I get to see
in a morgue where dead people breathe.
the kind where dead people breathe
wake up and leave for work, stay attentive, live inside a machine, stare glass eyed at emails, eat packed lunch and go to the gym, who come back and die again; exhaling steadily in a rhythm of crest and falls that rhyme with irksome snores.
Nighttime and I hunt for galaxies in a ceiling
Following the lights glowing a silent part of my room
from a passing car that doesn't realise
It's trespassing my house, with amber coin sized gleam refracting from another life
that near imitates stars, the only kinds I get to see
in a morgue where dead people breathe.
Somedates
Monday passed by sooner than I'd wished and I sit here wishing for each hour to be longer by an hour because I'd only just started with some work when it was time to cook dinner.
On a positive note I've begun listening to 'blade of Tyshalle' and it's on the part where everything's either breaking your heart or making you seethe with anger, but might I just add that Caine is absolute hearts, not least because..
Also, I'm nearing the end of 'midnight tides' and it's given me goosebumps.
I dreamt about odd spaceships all night. How did that come to be?
On a positive note I've begun listening to 'blade of Tyshalle' and it's on the part where everything's either breaking your heart or making you seethe with anger, but might I just add that Caine is absolute hearts, not least because..
Also, I'm nearing the end of 'midnight tides' and it's given me goosebumps.
I dreamt about odd spaceships all night. How did that come to be?
Meal munch
Glass noodles and tofu soused in luscious oyster twanged bowl of colourful vegetables and fresh sausage, topped with a thin egg white omelette.
Sunday, 4 March 2018
Surprises
Did I ever think I'd say this? No I don't think so, so here goes..the sensitive skin care line in Muji is absolutely to die for. I never thought I'd bother with Muji products much, by buying a couple products out of sheer curiosity made me a convert after using them a couple times, especially the moisturising milk high moisture which is my definite ride or die..if you're in the market looking for a decent skin care then maybe give Muji a try?
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