Nuts

Walnuts+raisins = harmony

Argh -1

The sudden arrival of a complicated situation when you or rather I forget to carry a towel before entering a shower in unfamiliar territories.
I made do with a tiny face towel today. ;/

Ah yes

Cool toned shades of fawn are probably my favourite shades for lips in gloss and shoes too.

Poetry

Public announcements.

Pout

No one, absolutely no one does lip glosses like Lancôme.

Smack

It takes about 2-3 lipsticks of various finishes to get that perfect colour to suit me that day. Mauve fawn neutral subtle gloss hydrated water shine.

Yes yes

Thugs of Hind'o'stan is about the cringiest thing I've seen.
Hope it flops with the might of a thousand suns.

!,

Now we've to colour coordinate eyebrows to hair?
Colour me aghast when I noticed this upcoming trend form a web on sudden vanity requirements; to colour eyebrows and hair the same colour that looks oddly disturbing seeing someone with brown orange eyebrows.

Yes

seasblack is indubitably my absolute favourite Instagram page.

-“/

I couldn't have fathomed all the changes we have accepted in this world today during my teens and early twenties.

Zzz

You know the kind of delicious sleep that refuses to end and waking up an hour too early keeps you in a drowsy state hankering for an hour more of a drop dead nap; I need that nap, I need some more sleep. More like want because my sleep reservoirs are full and yet I'm greedy.

Chai

Jewel red, liquid rubied dried fruit and flower tea, pink as ecstatic lips this glass of fluid gems makes my inner self glow.

??

Why do they even make movies on video games?

Hah

Aspirations are blind

Cheesy

Wut? Wut? Wow!
I like it.
Tastes like Gouda but different.

..,

Followed by catwoman.

⬇️

.,

Alfred was probably the worst thing about TDKR

Just me

I personally hate collab videos.

Cocoa cup

Found this in the pantry. It's a Cadbury Highlights Bournville hot chocolate.
A hot chocolate premix if you will.
Simply pour hot water or milk and drink.

I currently sit sipping on it and my immediate thoughts are that it's not bad.
Certainly not something I'd drink everyday preferring my own concoction of modest, cleaner ingredients rather than this processed, sickly sweet, deliciously chocolate flavoured drink that I can feel adding to my waistline, but I wouldn't say it's the absolute best because if you've had in a fit of strange mood bought a load of Swiss Miss hot chocolate premix (both dark and milk) and found your g-spot then this particular Cadbury hot chocolate might feel a bit underwhelming.
Nevertheless if you want something to shoot you with sugar high and warm feelings while infusing the room with hot chocolate scent then this premix would certainly be better than other more unwholesome and strictly pizza sauce making brands.

Slimy

Understanding the popularity of slime videos and obsession with watching slime. It's known to be satisfying even though it looks repugnant.

Holiday hood

That time of the morning when you're in between; hobbling along the thin line between the things you gotta do while letting the procrastination dust settle freely.

Shower?
Yeah we'll get to that eventually.

Breakfast?
I..uh..soon I think.

So then?
Whiling away seems just about right for now.

Platform finds

I bought this for the sheer intriguing novelty of it.

Drinks

There's an ahaata nearby called 'second wife' and the name sounds so apt.. your home away from home full of comforts and familiarity with mostly predictable outcomes.

Fatigued

When you get lazy every part of you gets lazy, even your tongue gets lazy in fact it gets so lethargic that it refuses to discern or differentiate any taste other than salt and sugar.

-)

I've watched all Spy kid movies in cinema

Gleam

It isn't until I've saturated myself with intensely hydrating potions do I step out into the world of dry air.
Rub and massage until all that was dry is now moisturised and gleaming with a creamy gloss, a surface I so prefer over anything matt.

Heat

The rage of a thousand suns melting beneath alien heat nowhere equals mine when I about enter a shower and realize the geyser's been not bothered to keep switched on by people who're fully aware of the following person's love of nice warm, long shower until the epidermis is soaked and the soul beginning to shimmy like after a dip in the Lazarus pit

—

This morning feels like an incoherent need to be held in deep conversation.

Up and up

Nighttime and the hearts asks for thee
slow thrum that vibrated
through out today
a taut thread
constantly plucked between thumbs
now explodes into a noisy din
The plucking stops
caressing begin
thumbs still pulling
at extended thoughts
manifested naughtily.

Wonders

At the cinema and no National Anthem.
\m/

/:/

What am I if not a sucker for good mattresses.
As if sleeplessness wasn't already already bad there's a horrible mattress to spend it with.
They thought is appalling.

_\

Faith in beliefs doesn't come easy but when it does I'm a maniac.

Misses

Goddamit
And here I am again
Pining like parched earth in May.

T’day

:;

At some point at some time in this life I'm always near this window

Of series and seasons

Now that the second season of Ozark is out it's on the upcoming playlist of series that is watched as a twosome at home because the whole idea of finance and money laundering etc is appealing to some people, me not so much simply because I found the first season a bit boring after a few episodes.
The whole idea of Jason Bateman in a negative shade is great but somehow there are no redeeming characters on the show and it's one those series that I binge watched because it was systematically played after dinner until it was time to sleep.
Yes it's exciting in a certain way and I can see how it can be fun for some people but then I never much liked Breaking Bad either, and yes that show was fantastic too but I somehow don't vibe with such series that are spread out with that sort and style of story telling having absolutely no characters you wish to root for.
But I do love watching Better call Saul so there is that.

I think my favourite character on Ozark is the kid. He has funny lines and gives that grandfatherly sort of feeling which I absolutely abhor in kids but somehow he dons it well.

Currently watching The 3rd season of Peaky Blinders which is most definitely the kind of story and series I admire and like with the kind of pacing and style that vibes with me on so many levels and doesn't have many takers in this household which makes it a bit special to me, making it that time during that day when I do nothing save put an episode on and watch it languorously.

Talking of which when on earth is season 2 of Castslevania releasing?

Headburst

It's been forever since I listened to Nile and goddamit imma turn up the volume and give a good cause for complaint.

And now..

This ain't the time to listen to mindless self indulgence is it?
But then my lord I'm copying music into the usb and a bit of enthusiasm is in order because that's about the only exciting thing that's going to happen on the long journey.

Solemn subjects

Doleful rainy mornings and to think I just got done watering the plants and preparing them in large tubs to endure my two week absence.
If it rains everyday then I'd not have bothered but weather is nearly as fickle as matters of heart and one can only tread with caution in such cases.
Rains as much as I adore them there are times I abhor the creepy crawlies it tends to enliven that start parading around the place like they own it.
Case in point ugly slugs that leave a trail of smear on my floors because they've lost their way and entered my abode only to give me panic attacks because wriggling things without backbones give me the heebie jeebies and there's only so much I can do to not set the house on fire.
I understand they're absolutely harmless but heavens they wriggle and that's enough for me to jump through the roof.
There was a fat caterpillar sitting on my thyme yesterday and blended exceptionally well with green foliage that was until I came there with a pair of scissors foraging for some fragrant leaves and the ghastly thing moved and I didn't go to the balcony the rest of the day.
A finger sized millipede made its way to my lounge area and for the longest time I though it to be a fat wire that's been left here, a fat short wire and that alarmed me somewhat. A bit of toothpick probe made the thing curl up and I ran out of the house waiting to find a Good Samaritan who'd rid me off the evil in my house.
Damsels in distress are such a rarity that knights in shining armour are bloody extinct and thusly there was no one to help me and I had to throw a thick wad of tissue on that thing and pick it while screaming the whole time before throwing it in the dustbin.
Life is not easy I tell you.

Rains and I love the cloudy cheerlessness they wash interiors of the house with.
The gloomy dullness has its own charm and far be it for me to get depressed I revel and relish it.

Confusion

For when you want the power of both in one.

Memory no no

Oh to put clothes in the washing machine in the morning and go absolutely amnesiac on the whole situation because it's only during late evening that you realise oh my god I put clothes in the washing machine!!

timely pin pricks

Who me?
Uh, scheduling blogs, charging gadgets and contemplating ironing.
Long travel plans tomorrow and as easy as they are due to the often repeated exercise they always lend a bit of anxiety what with the packing and the what not.
You don't want to forget anything and last moment unrealisingly there are oft one too many things.

Case in point music.
Despite all my misgiving for long flights, I'm actually excited to test out my new Sony Walkman USB (?) as opposed to the much loved Sony walkman headphones that I'm wont to carry.
Granted I'll have to lug around rather large garishly pink headphones along but they're easily and neatly folded into a small case and yes I'll have an extra case to carry but it doesn't look like it's going to be an inconvenience at all.

The only thing now is to shove in some music and I haven't transferred a lot of new music to my machine, a mistake I deeply regret.
I think once I'm back home I'll get some more music from my brother's collection but for now, there are some favourites, some tracks I've not much listened to and there has to be aeroplane friendly music which upgrades my flight experience.
Often times I fall asleep listening to music and then suddenly there's Dave Fafara screaming in my ears from a song I'd easily have listened to during any other day to strengthen resolves and exalt mood but definitely an ear sore when I've finally drifted into sweep world two in the morning.

Right, a bit of almond milk spice brew action now because it's been almost three weeks since I've given up on caffeine and I hope to keep it this way for a few more days.

Soon..

Pitch perfect

The darkness that has ascended into the interiors, slowly developing the picture into a negative film of murky shadows freeing themselves from under the furniture, establishing hegemony, ready to die fighting the lights, and so I let them live awhile, keeping the forlornness intact in the restless pitch gloom, reminiscing a dirty delicious afternoon.

Meal meme

Soup and salad for lunch. Two sides maketh a meal, at least in Casa moi.
A rather mellow affair that does not lack in charm whatsoever.

Cauliflower wrong doings

That apart from cauliflower rice there's also something called cauliflower meat is how we stray further from god's light.
I ask you why would anyone want to imitate something as obviously vegetable as cauliflower into meat?
It's all kinds of wrong texture.
I mean I can understand mushrooms but cauliflower is an exaggeration on steroids.
Something akin to calling plastic faux leather.
A head nod of the most vigorous order is called for my dearies.

Cheesy sweets

Something about the light fluffiness of a Japanese cheesecake that feels far more palatable than the usual western ones with a biscuit base that somehow seems cloying and almost sticks to the roof of your mouth as opposed to the ethereal almost foamy diaphanous bite that a Japanese cheesecake has to offer.
I say this as I daintily chomp down a small cheesecake slice that I happened to buy from a Japanese cake shop seeing how I don't even remember the last time I had a sweet treat like this which is exactly the reason why I bought it.

weather no's

Do you know what it is today?
It's the wrong day to venture out on a bicycle is what it is today!!
and I tell you this with a skin just beginning to char and matted hair in sweatfest after a glorious wash in coconut flavoured shampoo this morning, that don't you venture out in this heat when the weather can't decide whether it should trigger the autumnal season or still keep sticking to summer because it's an abomination to be out there especially on a bicycle, pedalling and sweating and hating each moment of it, hoping that your lipgloss is keeping intact, what with the heat and humidity and an overall pounding of white sunshine and insufferable heat become a hermit.

Meow purr

Darling cat
Thou art always mad
Looking sullen
a bit upset
with the vagaries of the world
the noises and the commotion
bustling domestic situation
no one sitting leisurely
basking in the glorious sun
something only perhaps you understand
the advantages of perennial lounging
lengthening your life span
unlike lesser folks
who've things to do
Useless and dated as they are
without any hope
to sit and stare at oblivion
and wait for absolutely nothing

Wednesday lull

Ho hum.
Wednesday and I'm still getting used to having someone else clean my house on this day.
I don't know what is it that I'm supposed to do while the deed is being done?
Just sit on the couch and surf or actively help the person out who's cleaning?
Usually I polish the windows or scrub clean the kitchen exhaust chimney freeing it from thick grime and the likes but I already did that yesterday and now I'm at a loss for work.

Today promises to be full of activities.
What couldn't be done yesterday shall be finished today.
There are also some photographs that need to be edited and I shall finish them all today and upload and queue them tomorrow (hopefully).
There's also a matter of packing my bags for the travel day after and perhaps a bit of laundry is in order.

This space is oft burdened with my to do list.
Let me know if it's a bother.

Right then I've figured some work out while the house gets cleaned in the background.

Folding a small hill of clothing!

Thinks

I'm counting days
when I'll be back
to a time zone
You live in
And relive the heat
The indecent ardor
of syrupy lust
that our nights dwell in

The knife of hearts

The excitement I possess for knives trumps any desire similarly charged for jewellery.
I don't know when last I've felt myself fervent seeing a beautiful necklace strung about a bust showcased behind shop mirrors. It's just something pretty and shiny, beautiful no doubt but it doesn't galvanise me to walk into the jewellery store and check out other baubles and similar such, but the smallest glint of a good knife has the power to enthral me with such vigour that I spend hours in the store, holding, balancing, weighing and shimmying the lovely edges under lights to make them glint and heavens help if I come across a unique design or something extraordinarily advanced in terms of technological know how and serious R&D dumped into a blade..I mean that makes my knees all sorts of wobbly.
Case in point a ceramic knife I came across during my travels in Japan.
I've had a couple ceramic blades before and as lovely and sleek as they are they never wowed me in a way that I didn't wish to give them up and as much as I love the non fussy nature of never having to sharpen them I always felt they lacked on the finesse of their design. Perhaps the weight or the way they seemed balanced in their ratio of blade to hold and thusly I didn't venture much in the ceramic direction until I came across a bubblegum pink handled Kyocera ceramic knife in Japan and the saleswoman let me try one on a tomato.
It was love at first sight and every sight since because each time I hold that Kyocera blade in my hand something magical happens and chopping becomes a lustful affair of sorts.
The blade seems almost hair width thin and I could chop air in a hundred pieces and pile it on a plate.
There hasn't been a moment when someone has touched that knife and not commented on its sharpness and smoothness that's near impossible to capture in a knife and that too ceramic.
I have since bought and gifted several of these knives and even ventured as far as to buy a Kyocera mandolin and peeler, colour coordinated to a bubble gum pink of course.

But indeed good knives bring about a sort of contentment and gladness over the chopping board which is hard to replicate and all they ask in return is for them to be taken care of.

They hate being in the sink and staying dull. It's always a good practice to clean them immediately after their job is done and keep them sharp, almost as sharp as your wits my darling.

Happy choppings and I look forward to updates on the knife.

listen fun

"prickomo fucking cocksca"

hahaha, I think is the most I laughed the past couple days.

Nearing the end of the red country audiobook, just edging towards the climax that I know will end in a glorious fight.

Meal love

Craving and caving to a delicious bowl of tuna rice, my ultimate post workout cozy comforter especially when the top is adorned with crumbled cheese for that extra satiety.

and now for Tuesday laments

who me?
Oh, just contemplating the editing of a few hundred photographs and slowly making myself edge towards the will that will let me do so instead of procrastinating.
Almost one week of staying away from the machine and now I suddenly dislike the idea of sitting on it, staring at the blankness.

Today is Tuesday and how could it let itself keep from being a wet blanket in my world.
I'd set out for some important work in the later hours of the morning around ten and came back disappointed an hour later because apparently things never turn out the way you'd expected and that's exactly what happened.
To say I was cursing would be putting it mildly because I'd set off after much deliberation, convinced and confident that I'd be able to get done with all I'd decided and fatigued and unbreakfasted as I was after my workout I found myself unreasonably determined only to come back crestfallen. my plans foiled, my morning a wastrel and so I sit wondering contemplating and staring at the many photographs that need a bit of tweaking.

Morning strife

Agenda includes sweating all over the floor, which is successfully done with..now for mopping and crying over it all.

Rhymekiss

That time of night
When it's hardly right
to fall asleep
so I close my eyes
and see you rise
from a slumber
that you must be in
a source of light
radiantly bright
burning on your skin
I see it glide
luminously dyed
clutching me from within

Of salad and sides

I am apathetic towards poppadums and cucumbers in that I'd never go out of my way to roast and chop them for my needs until a recipe demands so or if I'm in the mood for salad (in case of cucumber) but the thing with both these items is that they're exceptionally moreish. It's the texture perhaps, the crackle and crunch which makes them stupidly addictive and how does one stop at one?

T’day

Collecting the remains of past week and dumping it in washing machine is how I roll today.

()

In the sudden emptiness of this house I stare at my lounging cat who seems indifferent to any changes.
I long to be like him.

Monday meh

Monday opens up into the same old Sisyphean world, one that I don't entirely dislike, one that I could do without for a while which I did and now we're back, or rather I'm back to pummelling the skies and sweating in return.
Post workout meal of stir fried vegetables and scrambled eggs.

Hearts

Scrolling to the end of the universe
looking for some more
of your delicious words

Kisses

I miss thee

What do I say that I haven't
but I've breathed before
and still do
they don't grow old
each exhale anew
like words spoken over and over
yet still unused

Impulsive vibes

Misses

My thoughts
striated with your face
each morning

Kisses

Iloveyou

At this hour of night
my only respite
are secret apparitions of you
hidden within my eyesight

FYI

Daring Rakhwala is a South Indian zombie flick.
That sentence is full of oxymorons.

Darl..

That time of night
When thoughts of you
are my only light

Pics

Kisses

I wish you were here

update

Today is one one of those hectic days that have the tendency to suddenly escalate into hyper zone warp 99.

A few hours from now I'll be on my way to the airport and before that there's dinner to be prepared because people will be hungry and operating on a different timezone.

There are a few things still at the back of my head that need to get done and will be once the drier stops spinning.

Talking of lagging behind, I think I've caught up with almost everything except the editing of the photographs.

I have time to do it now but that would be pushing seeing how I'd be strapped for time regarding other things and one needs a bit of a breather before getting shoved inside of a non-stop drill. 

Three legged

There isn't any light to speak of, it's been raining since night last, the darkness has erupted into a hundred shadows creeping into every photograph inside the house thusly leaving with few options but to venture outdoors.
The tripod alike an inanimate replica of the alien vehicles from war of worlds, albeit immobile and harmless..as far as I know that is.

Lunch do’s

Today needed a bit of fridge clean up which is why there is here a slab of steamed tofu and some greens mixed in with rice noodles.
A rather kindly and nutritious affair which tasted non fussy and most soothing.

Nights night

Nighttime and I could almost embrace the ceiling
We have become such good friends
it knows of my wishes and worries
Of the faces it often projects for me to see
Of my odd sleeping posture
and roving fingers that pleasure me
when I often stare at a face
blinking through a screen
or smile mid sleep
kissing a dream

Creamed within

Rich pickings that is my über creamy saffron and almond ice cream, that looks like the food of obese angels and sighs that I shan't be able to consume any of it.
Kisses from afar. Ah, the story of my life.

Technology nerve

So onwards I tracked and tracked and waited and it was delivered, I knew the fate of that small package, that on delivery would still be far from my reach, about fifty steps away, stowed in a locker where tiny packages are destined, ready to be retrieved with a small code sms'd by the courier man, a hardworking future man, who stuffs things inside of small cubbyholes, so much like a cell of a beehive in the larger construct of things, operating with a touch and a large screen, where you input the code, a smiley face flashes the door automatically open where you see the package that was being silently tracked.
Did it know it had stalker's?

Tea biscuits

Earl Grey biscuits.
I've lost light to click their pictures but hopefully they'll be on the blog soon.

health and safetea

Did I mention this is my caffeine purge week? Well, not that it's a momentous happening or event of the year but I Like to log it here so I remember having done it except I don't think it's been a month since last and yet here we are.

I have mentioned in my many archives about a sickness that befell me a couple years ago, which wasn't as much as a sickness as my body going full mental on me by producing a particular chemical in excess that absolutely threw a spanner in the configuring gears of my system and all was haywire for almost a year and ever since that most obnoxious wake up call I have learnt to understand my body a little better and it's almost like every day I learn a little more; I do have my failings of course what with busted quads and torn muscles but it's all a gradual learning and healing process and I now know better. Our body needs to be asked not urged and as much as we understand the limitations while continuing to raise the bar higher the better. 
It all has to be done moderately yet deliberately in slow progression and every now and then after two steps ahead you might take one step back to look over things and take some baby steps ahead to take another step back and that is fine. 
We wish we could sprint through and we often do ignoring the signals our body sends and finally, there's a hurdle we've no practice of overcoming and there we lapse and sit, as opposed to a careful adept trudge that easily enables us to cross many a hurdle.

What has that got to do with my monthly caffeine purge you ask?
Every couple of months, or now and then around ceratin periods my body tends to throw me a signal, asking me to create a more alkaline environment inside the system and I comply. That is when everything with acidic properties goes out the schedule cycle. 
Anything that is tea, coffee, acidic foods, pungent spices, fats that aren't MCT's are given a rest for a goodly week before I get on with the normal telecast and it's not the easiest thing to do because habits when suddenly moved away from leave a void, but I am a creature of habit and I love my morning tea and it's with unconcealed excitement that I tell you of this new concoction I have devised which helps during days when you need a hot cuppa but you'd rather not.
It doesn't look like tea and doesn't taste like one too, but if you were to close your eyes and sip on it you'd almost think you were sipping on a delicious chai latte.

I think I'd write a bit more on that recipe, but now I have cookies to bake.
Soon..

Tracks

Well I'm tracking my delivery order as well only that I've to translate the text, but other than that looks like it shall be reaching me today. :)
Can this truly be an obsession?
I'll have to see because so rare is it an occasion when I actually order something online that I do not remember having ordered it.

Lunch love

Indeed this isn't as dainty or pretty as my usual rice paper roll endeavours, since these specimens verge on the slightly gargantuan side of rolls, but it's only because I was hungry and had prepared more vegetables than I needed and so this right here is a bit of a sausage action, seeing how it's stuffed to the gills, but then they're only vegetables and tofu, thus keeping this meal gluten free and vegan and it tasted just as nice as it looks. Full of texture, what with the crunch of raw vegetables and the balming smoothness of tofu and avocado, this might just be my new go to.

Procession

You've only to look at this white slab of silk tofu to uplift your heart no matter what the ills.

More more

Nighttime and I think of all the pillaging and the plundering you did
..to me..

Not today darling

That I'm lagging a bit behind on my schedule isn't news to me but I'd like to vent a bit about it here.
Time is of the essence and it's sadly amiss from our lives and so here we are hating on it.
There's saffron pistachio ice cream to be made (folks like it) and is decided to make it today, but I've been given the finger by today and so it shall be done tomorrow, hopefully early morning.
The guest bed room has to be done with fresh sheets and the works and guess what? Yeah, finger again and I shall have to do it tomorrow.
I'd been thinking of making a cake or cookies either of those and well, perhaps there shan't be time enough.
We shall have to see about that.
Pictures need to be edited and a couple posts have to be lined up and I'm lagging behind on that as well.

The fingers have run out and thusly I shall borrow yours or train toes to be digitally offensive because it feels like the day passes by in pinpricks, reminding me of things I had to do and things I haven't yet and the stress of it all.
If you don't already know I have a habit or rather that I'm prone to getting stressed about things and oftentimes suffer such a meltdown that it surprises me even.

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow

Pot to kettle

Say one thing about potato chips say they're my secret vice so much so that I allocate a weekend to go full mental on a packet of kettle cooked chips to the point that it almost makes me look a barbaric savage and it was to due to that momentary lapse in judgement that I trawled the chips aisle at a supermarket today looking in vain for the one flavour I knew they'd definitely not have.
The black pepper and sea salt one that's my g-spot right there and so I'm back with disappointment only to brighten up after seeing a post.
Happy crisping darling.

Workday meals

In the middle of a working week, a working lunch.
This is chilli pepper beef rice, with miso soup, chilli oil, pickled bamboo shoots and sea buckthorn juice on the side.
I know I know this is in absolute disharmony with my daily meals, lifestyle, diet and workout regime, by my lord this is a far better option that eating out any other junk, moreover sometimes we just have to rough it a little.
I've preponed all sorts of important work and what not to keep myself free the next ten day because day after my folks arrive and a few days after they leave I arrive to your time zone that is.
So yes, is been a bit hectic but what of it?

Is it Wednesday already?

When it's hot and you've to run errands.

Sads

And so you stepped on the moon pulled a plug and found it deflating?
The enigmas of mysteries lost once they cease to puzzle, befuddle.
Sigh.

Paper slugs

Ghastly business having a conscience and I'm all about clean dealings nowadays, even though it's not always easy. Practise I think makes perfect. The point is to brainwash the guilt into believing otherwise. The moment it forgets it's at fault is when you've perfected the art of lying to yourself.
Self persuasion and constant insistence is the key my darling.

Night wants

Nighttime and the cool air hums near my face
and I wish it were hot breath
tinted with love
tainted with hunger

Explosions

I have a migraine today.
A blistering as all hell headache that started sometime during the same time I was washing a multitude of crockery and glassware.
There was a slight inkling this morning, a damp thud like some vein experiencing heart beats on an amplifier, too far away to notice and I did wonder that time if this might turn into something unwelcome but it vanished before I remembered thinking about it and went ahead with my day what with the workout, lunch and uh..hot chocolate.
You see I just realised while typing that maybe, just maybe if I'd not had the hot chocolate I'd probably not have experienced this migraine.
It sometimes gets triggered or exacerbated by certain foods and that it was lurking somewhere about my person ready to rear its ugly head just a bit after I'd had my delicious cup of dark delight should have been known to me.
I mean one moment I was feeling alright and the next I felt something scraping inside my skull, squeezing at its contents and hammering my nerves with a furious zest.
Awful.
Nothing alleviates this ache like a medicine and it takes a while for it to activate, after which there's dinner to be done.

Process wipe

My absolute favourite if not so subtle way of washing huge quantities of dishes that need rinsing, is to drown them in soap water and commence clean.

No caffeine

Something to be said about the thick velvety richness of a hot chocolate well made, and that too diary free. Doesn't sound like fun but when you've the full bodied opulence of good cacao, a punch of vanilla laced sugar and warm almond milk thickened with a smidgen of corn starch, then you have what is in essence a near replica of a decadent (yet modest) hot chocolate.

Lunch babe

Something of a demure feast what with baked chicken drumsticks marinaded in aromatic spiced bath and honey mustard vinaigrette soused salad to induce zest and delicacy with a bit of diversity to add on to a duplicate Tuesday.

Sweat hearts

Because you hurt the ones you love the most, so I'll probably fuck myself to death.

Tuesday tattles

Morning and my small list of chores has expanded to an essay on dreary domesticity, so much so that I've had to squeeze in my workout much like a morning lemon except I'm the one who'll be losing all the juices.

Today promises to be long and it doesn't help that today happens to fall on a Tuesday.
Now that's just delicious ain't it?

My plans at waking happy are continuously thwarted by an inner insistence to poke knives at moving bodies, a small demand that I compensate by slicing and gouging soft flesh of avocados.

I've often thought of extending my nights to reimburse the morning annoyance and disinclination to work, however I find myself worn out even if absolutely fresh to do any work that might expect me to be creative or physical.
If work were binge watching series and movies then I'd be most industrious at nights, sadly that isn't the case and as disenchanted as I am by mornings they seem to be able to extract most out of me no matter the resentment.

In the past four hours since I've been awake there's been a sizeable amount of work I've been able to plough through, thus hopefully leaving me with some free time in afternoon to get done with a bit of clicking and editing if time and light permits that is.

Right..up up and away!

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This night so dark I could easily ink with it all my regrets.

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Nighttime and the heart screams your name

Beauty biz

There's a very new cosmetic surgery hospital/beauty hospital opened up near my house a few walking minutes away and it was filled with women who had come dressed like they were about to leave for the club.
And in fact a lot of them were leaving with bandages under their eyes and nose and from altering appearances to quick injections of Botox and even chemical peels, that hospital does them all and has a chart laid out for the various procedures they do and their price list along with.
Most interesting that.
It's like buying vegetables these days.

YouTube paradox

What on earth am I doing watching the disco fidget spinner anal plug review?
One moment I'm browsing through a very satisfying doom album playlist and the other there's a person telling me about an anal plug that's a fidget spinner!

Kiss kiss

Yes the pictures in the book were great, and the spectacularly long, familiar digits caressing the pages even more so.

Neighbourly duties

Up until now I was lucky to not have any neighbours below. Lucky because I could jump and workout and thump about the floors with nary a worry and now, sobs there's people moving in, which means I've to be cautious about making noise because believe it nor not but someone called the police because the neighbours upstairs were too noisy.
It happened here in front of me and though the police was wise enough to leave with a gentle word of caution to both parties regarding neighbourly love and getting their problems sorted without involving the police for such trivial matters; the point is people tend to be idiotic and irrationally driven and anything might trigger them into being assholes and is it's up to us to be tread cautiously.
A word before my workouts would be in order I believe.

Never in morning

I've often spoken about my willingless to wake up in mornings, even though I'm usually awake before six I do not curse myself as a morning person not least because I've murder on my mind and any visible hatchets could result in calamitous incidents and that is about me. 
Today I got the shock of, well, my day at around 4 in the morning when I held the door open to let the cat out and saw my neighbour with a couple dumbbells leaving her home to work out.
My eyes were sticky with resin dreams and viscous sleep or else I'd sure have opened them wide because even the sun wasn't out yet and her merry hi as she held on to the weights broke my heart somewhere.
I mean here I am, cribbing each morning about waking up at 5:45 and there is a person who is energetic enough to strength train so early in the morning. 
Even my cat was surprised.

Just goes on to show that you're not the only one with meagre amounts of time on hands because there are others with just as little time, making the most of it by waking as early as goddamit!

I mean compared to that I feel almost luxurious with my timings. 

Sometimes it serves well to know your weakness and fault lines and my nemesis is sleep. It comes far too late at night and letting it go early especially when I'd almost had to invoke it from its hidden depths feels wretched and try as hard as I might I just can't seem to wake up enthusiastic about my day.
The eagerness some have the ability to sport first thing in the morning is beyond my comprehension and the zeal with which they begin their waking moments is mystifying, more so because I can't get myself to as much as utter a word of greeting at 5:45 and in fact assume a non verbal stance for an hour because shaking an expression or having the tongue unhinge from its socket is a big ask let alone talk. All I can manage is a mutter and a snarl and I really want to change that and become a better morning person not just in an embodiment but in spirit and I miserably fail at it and seeing how someone was swinging weights at 4 in the morning both awed and baffled me. 
How?

Extracts

Look at my aphotic shiny liquid, glinting a gleaming blood wink against the light, with a kraken embedded within, months away from fermenting into black sludge of vanilla richness.

Clean days

Say one thing about mornings say they have a tendency to begin burgeoning from reluctant dawn breaks to expeditious daytime.
It's only now that I have scraped myself some time to finally sit down and have a cup of cozy tea and after being awake for almost five hours that's a shame, well, not as much since I try begin my morning feeding ritual after 9:00 on most days but even so.

Life is busy, there are some organisational declutters I've vowed and it's nearing an end and what's left is a good rub down of the whole place, that is rubbing all surfaces and glasses and almirahs and doors and windows with baking soda to have them sparkle.
I mean for my house to look like an explosion in Swarovski factory.

Talking of declutter, oh the things I threw and gave away. Surprisingly there were many a takers for a lot of junk.

Something suddenly stirred within and I got rid of almost all silicone baking and fridge ware.
I know it sounds odd seeing how silicon is magic stuff that keeps everything from sticking but I've found myself building an aversion to those things and there's a certain smell to it that my nose immediately disagrees with.
I've kept back only a couple time tested and much needed silicon baking items, the rest including a good many silicon ice trays are gone because once they've been in the fridge repeated number of times they sustain an odd fridge like odour that doesn't wash away no matter how I try and only fades with time and one can't keep waiting for time to replace odour.

A couple boxes of clothes, 5 pairs of shoes, 3 bedcovers, 2 sets of highball and wine glasses that I found myself falling out of love with, some utensils and plastic boxes and a good many miscellaneous items are now no longer a part of my house and I feel all the better for it.
Some indulge in retail therapy some in ridding therapy.

Today's agenda includes laundry that'll put all laundry to shame.
I intend to strip away couch covers, cushion covers, seat covers, shower curtains and such and spin em till they gleam.

That's a lot of gleaming to be sure but then I'd not expect anything less than a pair of goggles worn by anyone strolling through my house.

Spice yer life

The kind of delicious food that tastes like heaven and a whole lot of hell.
Sichuanese (schezwan) cuisine is all about mouth numbing Sichuan peppers but if you add bird eye red chillies, dried red chillies and fat lacquer red chillies to the mix with iron grilled squid then it's not just tormentingly tortuous but tantalisingly tasteful as well..
The eyes weep, the face sweats and the mouth wants more more more.

Mango go

This here is a heaping mound of mango snow, literally scraped mango ice cream the consistency of snow.
I don't know how it got made but by the heavens it was delicious.

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The default weather app isn't nearly as entertaining with snarky comments.

Today

So so

swelteringly still
saltily submerged
stolidly stodgy
sadly safe
sleepy slow
such Saturday