Who me?
Drunk!
And thinking that I've yet to upload today's story that needs editing that needs to be cleaned that needs to be posted but here I am instead. Trying to ignore the band, trying to concentrate on a margarita, trying to hear myself think.
Friday, 30 November 2018
What's in a name?
It's just a thought but I think that the reason Zara is such a popular brand is because of its name, never mind how low quality and near ugly the clothes are.
It's a simple yet exotic, easy to remeber, chic sounding brand name that conveniently rolls off the tongue and for some reason it has found itself a cult status.
The clothes aren't priced as low as its quality but this is almost a mecca for instant fashion gratification and it's all because of the name.
Zara is a nice name for a, well, let's not be judgemental but they've sweatshops for gods sake. It's a horible brand.
It's a simple yet exotic, easy to remeber, chic sounding brand name that conveniently rolls off the tongue and for some reason it has found itself a cult status.
The clothes aren't priced as low as its quality but this is almost a mecca for instant fashion gratification and it's all because of the name.
Zara is a nice name for a, well, let's not be judgemental but they've sweatshops for gods sake. It's a horible brand.
wish
If I could
I would walk into a den of wafting hallucinogens and inhale deep until pebbles turn to gems and sand to glass.
I would walk into a den of wafting hallucinogens and inhale deep until pebbles turn to gems and sand to glass.
The plate of sustenance
Simple yet special even spectacular sometimes.
Vegetable Upma with all the fixings and a dollop of chutney to accentuate piquancy.
In the morning
This is me.
Wide awake
Why?
Because this is usually when I am wake every morning though I never find myself staring into the white of the screen to talk about I but today uh, today I just wanted to say Ola, doll.
Wide awake
Why?
Because this is usually when I am wake every morning though I never find myself staring into the white of the screen to talk about I but today uh, today I just wanted to say Ola, doll.
Thursday, 29 November 2018
Good talk
It's not unusual is it to talk to yourself while grocery shopping.
I mean every time I shop alone I have an intense discussion with myself while buying certain ingredients like sauces and cheeses and butters and bacons.
Taking myself into and out of buying things I don't need but want at the spur of moments like certain cheeses and chips and vegetables that attract me with the force of a thousand suns and I know I won't be cooking with them anytime soon and yet I find my fingers plucking them out of their shelves and so I've to talk to myself and discuss and many a curious eyes dart at me wondering if I'm a bit of nut talking to the refrigerator and ice creams and soda's but of course I'm not crazy. I'm just engaged in a bit of inner monologue is all.
I mean every time I shop alone I have an intense discussion with myself while buying certain ingredients like sauces and cheeses and butters and bacons.
Taking myself into and out of buying things I don't need but want at the spur of moments like certain cheeses and chips and vegetables that attract me with the force of a thousand suns and I know I won't be cooking with them anytime soon and yet I find my fingers plucking them out of their shelves and so I've to talk to myself and discuss and many a curious eyes dart at me wondering if I'm a bit of nut talking to the refrigerator and ice creams and soda's but of course I'm not crazy. I'm just engaged in a bit of inner monologue is all.
Why do I do this to myself?
There's a particular project I've been pursuing and not being very diligent and neglecting and procrastinating and well now I've given myself a deadline to finish off the basics of it and the deadline is well, before New Years and now suddenly I've no freakin' time.
Goddamit!!!
Goddamit!!!
It’s not my fault
Who me?
In disagreement with my evening for I refuse to enter the kitchen and cook dinner.
For starters it's not been easy just working mostly with the one arm, keeping my index finger always raised and out of harms way and water.
It's difficult to shower, worse when I'm washing dishes and I need a breather or at least my finger does.
It can handle a bit of moisture but any longer than that it begins to hurt and chopping things with a finger hovering in air which was most instrumental in holding vegetables and such isn't easy.
Anyway that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I don't want to cook, really I don't feel it, though I'd a soup planned my feet and finger rebel unanimously, one doesn't want to enter the kitchen and the other refuses to hover.
In disagreement with my evening for I refuse to enter the kitchen and cook dinner.
For starters it's not been easy just working mostly with the one arm, keeping my index finger always raised and out of harms way and water.
It's difficult to shower, worse when I'm washing dishes and I need a breather or at least my finger does.
It can handle a bit of moisture but any longer than that it begins to hurt and chopping things with a finger hovering in air which was most instrumental in holding vegetables and such isn't easy.
Anyway that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I don't want to cook, really I don't feel it, though I'd a soup planned my feet and finger rebel unanimously, one doesn't want to enter the kitchen and the other refuses to hover.
needs
A compass which directs me to the location of misplaced/lost items or a pair of goggles with an X-ray vision able to see through inorganic objects by creating a series of transparent layers through which one can find anything that's hidden or out of sight or lodged behind something.
§
The weather today is sunny and stale, breezy with uninspired imagery and clear skies of bargain vocabulary.
Power lunch
Wednesday, 28 November 2018
Night zzz
And now I think I'll sleep
With a painkiller between my teeth
but darling do tell me
of all that's you
and nice little things
With a painkiller between my teeth
but darling do tell me
of all that's you
and nice little things
Observe
Why do I so love
Pretending that my socks are slippers and roaming about the house in socks.
They just feel so right.
Pretending that my socks are slippers and roaming about the house in socks.
They just feel so right.
hate in the week
Few things are as upsetting as misplacing/forgetting/losing something and not remembering when was the last time you saw it.
Case in point my almost new golden Sony Walkman Mp3 player which I just can't seem to find anywhere in the house.
It isn't where I thought it'd be, aka my trove for all that's small gadgets and it's driving me crazy and I have in a fit of overzealous annoyance uppended everything on the floor and now I look at a decent amount of mess to clean up with no sign of the aforementioned lost object.
I can see a meltdown coming.
I can see myself crying on the floor
I must ward suicidal thoughts.
It's during moments like these that all your self-belief comes crashing down like a termite kissed tree.
Case in point my almost new golden Sony Walkman Mp3 player which I just can't seem to find anywhere in the house.
It isn't where I thought it'd be, aka my trove for all that's small gadgets and it's driving me crazy and I have in a fit of overzealous annoyance uppended everything on the floor and now I look at a decent amount of mess to clean up with no sign of the aforementioned lost object.
I can see a meltdown coming.
I can see myself crying on the floor
I must ward suicidal thoughts.
It's during moments like these that all your self-belief comes crashing down like a termite kissed tree.
Fill me up
Cheese me up cheese me down
No seriously I was making bread the other day and wondered what keeps me from throwing a fistful of cheese into the dough and seeing how I had copious amounts of leftover shredded mozzarella from last Friday when I made pizza I decided to bung it in and goodness me.
The resulting bread came out with the most tender crumb, a distinct cheesy savouriness and that unmistakable fragrance that invoked in mind early memories of eating those tiny cheese biscuits as kids.
I thought there would be shreds suspended within but they melted into the dough and I can't wait to put this recipe up on my blog.
Yes, I will soon make it again.
Post dated mornings
Say one thing about mornings say they feel a lot lovelier when you sleep through them just like I did today, not waking up at the usual time to fix any meals because apparently one needs to be grievously hurt to have any consideration flung their way and my finger now resembling a skinny sausage kept me from detaching self with sheets and duvets overspread with a comforting word of how I need to rest and keep my hands out of harms way.
So cosily did I nestle, creating cotton walls of soft down radiating heat and consolation that I didn't realize it when the alarm was turned off and I assuredly retreated into a bear hug until another alarm which serves as a warning alarm to wake me up at eight echoed somewhere in the distance.
I didn't have the heart to leave the confinement but life necessitates certain sacrifices no matter how sacrilege and it was with a finger wrapped in plastic to keep it from getting wet that I proceeded with my kitchen chores that almost always involve a bit of digit saturation.
And so here I sit, brooding wondering about how today needs be dealt with.
So cosily did I nestle, creating cotton walls of soft down radiating heat and consolation that I didn't realize it when the alarm was turned off and I assuredly retreated into a bear hug until another alarm which serves as a warning alarm to wake me up at eight echoed somewhere in the distance.
I didn't have the heart to leave the confinement but life necessitates certain sacrifices no matter how sacrilege and it was with a finger wrapped in plastic to keep it from getting wet that I proceeded with my kitchen chores that almost always involve a bit of digit saturation.
And so here I sit, brooding wondering about how today needs be dealt with.
Tuesday, 27 November 2018
I die
The effects of painkillers having worn off I find my index finger reddened and swollen and vibrating with a twinging pulse that is on its best day an agony on the worst a torment.
If only I could pluck it out and fling it away.
If only I could pluck it out and fling it away.
I bite dust Tuesday
Today has been wrought with mishaps, not just the benign kinds because those tend to happen almost daily but ones that are deviously harmful.
Case in point the latest kitchen injury both to self and my favourite bone china bowl.
Let's begin with the bone china bowl that slipped and fell in the kitchen sink while I cleaned with great care which supposedly wasn't as great or else why would it have slipped and fallen and chipped an edge?
It didn't break and unless you don't scrutinize it the sheared edge that is on the inside of the bowl isn't visible and speaking of things getting chipped we come to the second injury which keeps me from typing well on the computer and I realize now the utmost importance of index finger in such matters because this post is full of typos.
I have sliced off half a nail along with some underlying flesh clean off my index finger and to say that it hurts would be an understatement because it took me a solid ten minutes to wash the blood off the vegetables and chopping board and it sounds gross but I found the severed nail stuck on some flesh on the floor and there's probably a lesson in there somewhere but I'm far too infuriated to find education in injuries.
I mean there I was chopping a green onion with a carrot wedged between my teeth that I was merrily chomping at after a good workout hour and suddenly I was screaming in pain, putting pressure on my finger and watching blood trickle through my clasped fingers.
I thought I'd sliced some vein because damn it there was blood and it began running in small channels as it came in contact with water on my wooden chopping board making a mess of things.
I stood there for a good minute just trying to understand what happened and looked around in case I'd accidentally lopped my finger off but then I saw my nail on the floor and it bothered me to think how bloody careless I'd been.
I still had the carrot in my mouth and tears in my eyes.
A fragment of me now lies in the dustbin and the agonizing anticlimax being that after dressing my wound I finished cooking my lunch and tearfully ate it along with a painkiller because my oh my oh my.
And oh, the fantastical irony being the knife which hacked off my finger was the same one I sharpened this morning, but the knife isn't to blame since I was callous enough in wielding it.
In fact, I was apathetic and most of all incautious.
The lesson being practise prudence no matter how uncomplicated the task might be, no matter how many thousands of times you've done that one thing, accidents can happen that one second you aren't looking.
Case in point the latest kitchen injury both to self and my favourite bone china bowl.
Let's begin with the bone china bowl that slipped and fell in the kitchen sink while I cleaned with great care which supposedly wasn't as great or else why would it have slipped and fallen and chipped an edge?
It didn't break and unless you don't scrutinize it the sheared edge that is on the inside of the bowl isn't visible and speaking of things getting chipped we come to the second injury which keeps me from typing well on the computer and I realize now the utmost importance of index finger in such matters because this post is full of typos.
I have sliced off half a nail along with some underlying flesh clean off my index finger and to say that it hurts would be an understatement because it took me a solid ten minutes to wash the blood off the vegetables and chopping board and it sounds gross but I found the severed nail stuck on some flesh on the floor and there's probably a lesson in there somewhere but I'm far too infuriated to find education in injuries.
I mean there I was chopping a green onion with a carrot wedged between my teeth that I was merrily chomping at after a good workout hour and suddenly I was screaming in pain, putting pressure on my finger and watching blood trickle through my clasped fingers.
I thought I'd sliced some vein because damn it there was blood and it began running in small channels as it came in contact with water on my wooden chopping board making a mess of things.
I stood there for a good minute just trying to understand what happened and looked around in case I'd accidentally lopped my finger off but then I saw my nail on the floor and it bothered me to think how bloody careless I'd been.
I still had the carrot in my mouth and tears in my eyes.
A fragment of me now lies in the dustbin and the agonizing anticlimax being that after dressing my wound I finished cooking my lunch and tearfully ate it along with a painkiller because my oh my oh my.
And oh, the fantastical irony being the knife which hacked off my finger was the same one I sharpened this morning, but the knife isn't to blame since I was callous enough in wielding it.
In fact, I was apathetic and most of all incautious.
The lesson being practise prudence no matter how uncomplicated the task might be, no matter how many thousands of times you've done that one thing, accidents can happen that one second you aren't looking.
Souper lunch
Of course no Thai is ever going to own up to this soup that is only Thai in name but my lord it is spicy, piquant and sour and deliciously infused with lemongrass scents that need to be eaten to be believed.
DIY
Homemade because they're pure, clean and without the funky gunk.
Here we have some Shea butter, cacao butter and coconut oil molten into a pond of thick salve.
Tuesday tittles
Who me?
Making up my mind as to what to wear for my workout today. I mean it's not even that big a question but sometimes you wonder even the most banal things.
Also the vpn situation looks to have gotten better and so hopefully I'll be able to upload my story and update the food blog as well.
What else can I say? It's a horrible wet weather and the lighting is wretched.
Making up my mind as to what to wear for my workout today. I mean it's not even that big a question but sometimes you wonder even the most banal things.
Also the vpn situation looks to have gotten better and so hopefully I'll be able to upload my story and update the food blog as well.
What else can I say? It's a horrible wet weather and the lighting is wretched.
Monday, 26 November 2018
Misses hearts
Nighttime and I'll tell you
that no moment ever feels as remarkable
as the one where I fell in love with you
And what a grave mistake
it's been to live only one such stupendous instant.
To find joy in each spell of every minute
I need to find you in all that I do
that no moment ever feels as remarkable
as the one where I fell in love with you
And what a grave mistake
it's been to live only one such stupendous instant.
To find joy in each spell of every minute
I need to find you in all that I do
Cup runneth over
Say one thing about spouses say they know how to pull that one nerve that doesn't need touching.
Now why shouldn't I sprinkle a good fat pinch of arsenic in his daily lunchbox or push him to casually fall over a newly sharpened knife?
Questionable equations these, ones that can't be proved through theorems. A corollary at best these goddamn unions.
Now why shouldn't I sprinkle a good fat pinch of arsenic in his daily lunchbox or push him to casually fall over a newly sharpened knife?
Questionable equations these, ones that can't be proved through theorems. A corollary at best these goddamn unions.
Gah
No no no!
Today isn't the day that I can connect to vpn and upload the new story on my blog.
Today isn't happening .
Today isn't the day that I can connect to vpn and upload the new story on my blog.
Today isn't happening .
When you grow up
There was a time when I'd near gas myself into a smoke chamber with cigarettes during moments of anxiety and there's a time now when I just drink warm water.
Oh how far we've come.
Oh how far we've come.
Brunch break
Buckwheat chow mien with tofu, veggies and a whole lot of spice to make it oh so deliciously nice.
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Why does the T-Rex insist that there's no internet when I know for a fact the exact opposite.
Something is wrong with today and it's not even Tuesday yet.
Things have been most contradicting today.
Perhaps I should do something to amend the inverse happenings of all expectations.
Something is wrong with today and it's not even Tuesday yet.
Things have been most contradicting today.
Perhaps I should do something to amend the inverse happenings of all expectations.
Medicinal kiss
Okay okay stop everything and listen to me my darling.
I've found a recipe for this fantastic concoction that I drink every morning.
Okay here it is.
Turmeric powder- 6 tablespoons
ginger powder- 2 teaspoon
Cinnamon powder-2 teaspoon
Black pepper - 2 teaspoons
Mix it all together and store in a jar and every morning mix 1/2 teaspoon in a cup of boiling water and let stand for 15 minutes until it's cool and then drink it after stirring with a spoon so that everything that's sedimented mixes in proper.
Drink it and do this at least thrice every week and it will reduce bloating, water retention, boost metabolism and in fact make you look slimmer because the digestion improves, the gut feels good and the overall feeling throughout the day gets a dose of health.
Have breakfast at least 30-40 minutes later. Try not eating anything after immediately.
Turmeric is such a wonderful medicine for health and mixing it with black pepper increased its absorption.
I've been drinking this little mix for a month now and it makes a difference.
I don't feel bloated after a night of excesses and in fact you start noticing the change within a week.
Seriously try it if you do and let me know.
I've found a recipe for this fantastic concoction that I drink every morning.
Okay here it is.
Turmeric powder- 6 tablespoons
ginger powder- 2 teaspoon
Cinnamon powder-2 teaspoon
Black pepper - 2 teaspoons
Mix it all together and store in a jar and every morning mix 1/2 teaspoon in a cup of boiling water and let stand for 15 minutes until it's cool and then drink it after stirring with a spoon so that everything that's sedimented mixes in proper.
Drink it and do this at least thrice every week and it will reduce bloating, water retention, boost metabolism and in fact make you look slimmer because the digestion improves, the gut feels good and the overall feeling throughout the day gets a dose of health.
Have breakfast at least 30-40 minutes later. Try not eating anything after immediately.
Turmeric is such a wonderful medicine for health and mixing it with black pepper increased its absorption.
I've been drinking this little mix for a month now and it makes a difference.
I don't feel bloated after a night of excesses and in fact you start noticing the change within a week.
Seriously try it if you do and let me know.
Listed morning
Another glorious Monday morning added to the long list of Monday's I have lived through and as Monday's goes this is just as mundane.
There isn't a workout planned for the day because I'm still sailing through my residual sickness which is just an excuse because I've been in rude health since Friday but in my defence one must rest a little longer to be able to exercise zealously.
Today chokes on chores and I must get on to it immediately but sitting on the couch with a thin shawl draped over knees nursing a cup of hot tea seems like the only logical vocation to pursue and I loathe to think of all the things that follow which need me to get busy.
I sit making a to do list of things that need to be ticked today and the list gets longer much to my chagrin.
I could lie and not write half the things but paper deserves the truth and perhaps I'd find myself happier where I to kick things off the list instead of ticking them.
Like there! I've made bread today. Get off my list you little nasty need of everyday ease.
Yeah, bread making is on the list and I've to get on to it asap.
So is picture editing, uploading, writing and some work pending which I have to somehow squeeze into all this and soon I'll be complaining that it's six and there's dinner to be done.
Yikes!
There isn't a workout planned for the day because I'm still sailing through my residual sickness which is just an excuse because I've been in rude health since Friday but in my defence one must rest a little longer to be able to exercise zealously.
Today chokes on chores and I must get on to it immediately but sitting on the couch with a thin shawl draped over knees nursing a cup of hot tea seems like the only logical vocation to pursue and I loathe to think of all the things that follow which need me to get busy.
I sit making a to do list of things that need to be ticked today and the list gets longer much to my chagrin.
I could lie and not write half the things but paper deserves the truth and perhaps I'd find myself happier where I to kick things off the list instead of ticking them.
Like there! I've made bread today. Get off my list you little nasty need of everyday ease.
Yeah, bread making is on the list and I've to get on to it asap.
So is picture editing, uploading, writing and some work pending which I have to somehow squeeze into all this and soon I'll be complaining that it's six and there's dinner to be done.
Yikes!
Saturday, 24 November 2018
?
You know me as someone who gives great head but do you also know me as someone who never tires of watching cat videos?
Coffe not coffee
Shaadi.park
Chinese version of matrimonial where parents or relatives go to public parks and paste names, height, age and other important details minus the face of their unmarried sons or daughters on umbrellas.
Friday, 23 November 2018
Sighs
When lovers run out of words they begin kissing and darling with you I'm speechless.
Overcome with the necessity to dissolve into you what else would I do when you're with me?
Overcome with the necessity to dissolve into you what else would I do when you're with me?
Incorrect
Dear Diary
Today I trolled PC buzzfeed videos and left agonisingly horrible comments using my troll account.
Am I a mean person?
To be honest I did it because no one else would and troll comments that are snarky and not vindictive in a crass way are so much fun. Of course one has to be acerbic in sarcasm and I believe I am.
Today I trolled PC buzzfeed videos and left agonisingly horrible comments using my troll account.
Am I a mean person?
To be honest I did it because no one else would and troll comments that are snarky and not vindictive in a crass way are so much fun. Of course one has to be acerbic in sarcasm and I believe I am.
Vpn nahnah
Okay, so vpn is playing hard to get, in that it's not connecting and here I stay stranded with things to publish and heaps to watch (arrested development)
Pineapple hearts
I think I'll give these a shit again next week but until the here they are. I mean they're delicious but hardly the ones that should have been.
Morning sweets
It's morning and I'm sitting with my little notes and all the ingredients mise en place for commencing with the cooking that is of pineapple cakes or shortcakes for which my Taiwanese neighbours have very kindly sent me the recipe, of course I'd badgered them for it but they were kind enough to ignore my setting camp outside their house.
Right, so it isn't as easy as it looks especially for someone whose never Makde them before and I sit with my recipe notepad readying to set up camera et al, once I have my tea that is and if all goes well I might perhaps be eating some of these little cakes with my afternoon coffee.
Right, so it isn't as easy as it looks especially for someone whose never Makde them before and I sit with my recipe notepad readying to set up camera et al, once I have my tea that is and if all goes well I might perhaps be eating some of these little cakes with my afternoon coffee.
Thursday, 22 November 2018
Waves
You know those double helix chains that's DNA are comprised of cooking around each other?.. yeah those. Well on humid days that's exactly what all my hair look like.
Updates
The thing about dining alone is that you can cook whatever you want because you're the only one eating and today I'm in the mood for I don't know what.
Marinating a chicken breast to makes something fun I guess. At this stage I'm not sure but it's going to be spicy and I'm such a mood right now.
I did a lot of shopping today for the things I need for my recipe tomorrow and I think I'll have to start pretty early because the process though easy might be a bit lengthy especially for me because it's the first time I'll make something like that and I'm excited for it and I've to be in time for sunlight if it's a sunny day tomorrow that is. I sure hope it is.
Hah!
Marinating a chicken breast to makes something fun I guess. At this stage I'm not sure but it's going to be spicy and I'm such a mood right now.
I did a lot of shopping today for the things I need for my recipe tomorrow and I think I'll have to start pretty early because the process though easy might be a bit lengthy especially for me because it's the first time I'll make something like that and I'm excited for it and I've to be in time for sunlight if it's a sunny day tomorrow that is. I sure hope it is.
Hah!
ConFusion
It is but Thursday and yet I've Friday vibes coming off it.
Probably cuz I haven't worked out the last couple days. Yeah, could be that or the fact that I munched outside today. Hmm probably that.
Probably cuz I haven't worked out the last couple days. Yeah, could be that or the fact that I munched outside today. Hmm probably that.
Rabble rabble
I am on my toes.
Because my Taiwanese neighbours shared a delicious pineapple cake that wasn't exactly a cake but a tartlet in that it didn't have a fluffy exterior but a soft shortbread encasing that was filled with delicious caramelised pineapple filling and I had to had to know as a shameless solicitor of recipes I begged until she gave me the entire account of it all and I had to make it except I needed some ingredients and those can only be bought in a supermarket so why not?
Apparently it's a popular, nay, essential Taiwanese delicacy and popularly eaten with coffee and even as a dessert.
Of course I won't be in time to make and take pictures of it today but I will be prepared for it tomorrow and that's the first thing I intend on doing. Yes sir!
As an added incentive that supermarket complex is overrun with lovely restaurants and why I shouldn't treat myself to a bowl of Ramen is beyond me and so I have much to do before I get back and do a bit of work that needs doing before uploading and writing some more.
Phew!
I wrote it all in one breath too.
Because my Taiwanese neighbours shared a delicious pineapple cake that wasn't exactly a cake but a tartlet in that it didn't have a fluffy exterior but a soft shortbread encasing that was filled with delicious caramelised pineapple filling and I had to had to know as a shameless solicitor of recipes I begged until she gave me the entire account of it all and I had to make it except I needed some ingredients and those can only be bought in a supermarket so why not?
Apparently it's a popular, nay, essential Taiwanese delicacy and popularly eaten with coffee and even as a dessert.
Of course I won't be in time to make and take pictures of it today but I will be prepared for it tomorrow and that's the first thing I intend on doing. Yes sir!
As an added incentive that supermarket complex is overrun with lovely restaurants and why I shouldn't treat myself to a bowl of Ramen is beyond me and so I have much to do before I get back and do a bit of work that needs doing before uploading and writing some more.
Phew!
I wrote it all in one breath too.
Wednesday, 21 November 2018
The reasons
अपलम चपलम was actually a very old song from the movie Azaad sung by the Mangeshkar sisters.
I guess the name is perhaps a callback to that song made by someone who actually knew the lyrics and thought it a good idea to name digestives so because it sounds so sweetly sonorous.
Me?
I know prehistoric songs, even fossilised ones.
I guess the name is perhaps a callback to that song made by someone who actually knew the lyrics and thought it a good idea to name digestives so because it sounds so sweetly sonorous.
Me?
I know prehistoric songs, even fossilised ones.
So and so forth etc
I didn't get to upload the next part of my ongoing story today and for that I'm miffed not least because I've still to reach home and it's raining and there's traffic and I'm fuming because it's just that time of the day when everyone sets off for home and rains tend to slow things down and even though the part of the story that needs be updated today is written there is editing to be done and I'm not sure I can finish it today, If and when I reach home that is.
Dinner is going to have to be a quickie (wink)
Ah well.
Dinner is going to have to be a quickie (wink)
Ah well.
TMI
I absolutely love YouTube for recommending me choice videos like how to make pills out of placenta cuz that's like the basic know how isn't it?
What would I do without this knowledge?
What would I do without this knowledge?
Attire corrections
It makes sense
I have work but I am watching arrested development, but then I also have fingers but I walk on my feet.
Heehaw
I have something similar to that steel acupressure dildo that I use to massage my face and now I realize why I keep gagging each night.
I don't know..
I don't know..
Learnings
I have stopped:
Counting my macros
Mentally calculating all the time the nutritional value of my every meal.
Wondering every time I look at foodstuffs about what should be eaten at what time and what would be the best way to consume it so as to achieve maximum benefit.
Getting too stuck up about my fat, salt, sugar intake.
Thinking too much about balancing everything health wise.
-no I'm not going spiralling out of control and eating everything. Of course not.
I'm still eating lean and clean but not obsessing over the amount of proteins, omega 3's, fats, carbs on a day to day basis.
Just regular homemade food that I know is good and nutritious and an occasional bit of splurge which I will have to learn to control as well because weekends are my nemesis and I've to stop feeling guilty about putting in a teaspoon of sugar in my tea or coffee because why should a bit of sugar be any problem. I mean it's just a teaspoon goddamit!
Can you believe I keep a small small pot of sugar on the kitchen platform which is not all that big and I tell myself to make that pot last ten days and refill it once it's empty and feel so smug about it.
What kind of mania is that?
Counting my macros
Mentally calculating all the time the nutritional value of my every meal.
Wondering every time I look at foodstuffs about what should be eaten at what time and what would be the best way to consume it so as to achieve maximum benefit.
Getting too stuck up about my fat, salt, sugar intake.
Thinking too much about balancing everything health wise.
-no I'm not going spiralling out of control and eating everything. Of course not.
I'm still eating lean and clean but not obsessing over the amount of proteins, omega 3's, fats, carbs on a day to day basis.
Just regular homemade food that I know is good and nutritious and an occasional bit of splurge which I will have to learn to control as well because weekends are my nemesis and I've to stop feeling guilty about putting in a teaspoon of sugar in my tea or coffee because why should a bit of sugar be any problem. I mean it's just a teaspoon goddamit!
Can you believe I keep a small small pot of sugar on the kitchen platform which is not all that big and I tell myself to make that pot last ten days and refill it once it's empty and feel so smug about it.
What kind of mania is that?
In the cold light of morning
It's raining, the weather gets colder and I'm under the weather not in a sick way but in a sickening way. No illness just periodic ughness and the clammy cold makes it just that bit special.
There is no positive side to today. I was in a mood to click some photographs for a recipe but doesn't look like this darkness is going to make it possible and I've errands to run during the afternoon from which I might come back home just in time to make dinner and now that I think about it I get depressed because I can't even get myself to dwell on lunch at the moment.
Thank god for leftovers.
Today wasn't an early morning. Oh no. Not least because my body begged me to stay in bed and I found myself on my feet only because the cat was hungry around seven, not that I wanted to be awake.
Right, awake I am, looking at the world with the intent to begin arson but staring through the windows with smouldering ember eyes will have to suffice because I can't be bothered to begin burning things in this weather.
There is an agenda for today but I can't seem to find it in my head.
Argh!
There is no positive side to today. I was in a mood to click some photographs for a recipe but doesn't look like this darkness is going to make it possible and I've errands to run during the afternoon from which I might come back home just in time to make dinner and now that I think about it I get depressed because I can't even get myself to dwell on lunch at the moment.
Thank god for leftovers.
Today wasn't an early morning. Oh no. Not least because my body begged me to stay in bed and I found myself on my feet only because the cat was hungry around seven, not that I wanted to be awake.
Right, awake I am, looking at the world with the intent to begin arson but staring through the windows with smouldering ember eyes will have to suffice because I can't be bothered to begin burning things in this weather.
There is an agenda for today but I can't seem to find it in my head.
Argh!
Tuesday, 20 November 2018
I confess
Would you still love me if I told you I watched Crazy rich Asians in cinema and it was fun in that campy ridiculous way that some movies tend to be?
In my defence it wasn't my idea. When you're in a group democracy rules and what can you do?
In my defence it wasn't my idea. When you're in a group democracy rules and what can you do?
Different universe
In an alternate universe I'm high as sky everyday of my life and an oversexed degenerate to boot.
Debauchery my middle name with a reckless harem of every indulgence, living unrestrained in a realm of zero consequence.
Ah I'm happy. At least the alternate me is.
Debauchery my middle name with a reckless harem of every indulgence, living unrestrained in a realm of zero consequence.
Ah I'm happy. At least the alternate me is.
Food fuss
Soft wholewheat parantha's entombing writhing a thick spread of avocado, stir fried vegetables and boiled eggs.
I'd say it was delicious but it was alright. Pretty lacklustre as meals go but not totally awful.
Tomorrow will be another day.
Morning chimera
To say that I couldn't believe my enthusiasm this morning would be like saying the sun is warm because I'd be grossly understating it.
I was full of beans in a way that I couldn't believe myself.
The kitchen was on fire, I'd cooked up a storm and packed food like a fantasy bento.
I was frying up rice, stacking sandwiches, cutting fruits and even made a small flax seed muffin to serve as a healthy in between lunch snack and without breaking a sweat or as much as mopping my brow.
Yikes!
The dishes were washed, I was glowing with cordial luminescence of efficient domesticity and was taking off my apron before the clock even sang seven.
So astonished was I at my morning zeal that I woke up to find myself still in bed, my room alight with soft brightness streaming through my new gauzy curtains and the clock singing seven.
I was dreaming and I'd overslept.
This dream was my body's way of keeping me back in the bed by showcasing a perfect morning the way I'd always wished it would go.
I was far too late to do anything and so I curled back under the thick folds of my flowery prison, cozily volcanic and slept some more until it was almost eight.
Yes, I did it take it that bit further and now I wonder why I didn't wake up on my usual time.
I blame the winters and it's still a mystery to me as to how people willingly wake up at four and go about their day? I see some people begin tending their garden at five and in fact back home my folks do the same.
How is my question when I can't muster the strength to wake before six (even though I have to) and hate every inch of it when morning people are near gallivanting at the thought of being up and about early.
I was full of beans in a way that I couldn't believe myself.
The kitchen was on fire, I'd cooked up a storm and packed food like a fantasy bento.
I was frying up rice, stacking sandwiches, cutting fruits and even made a small flax seed muffin to serve as a healthy in between lunch snack and without breaking a sweat or as much as mopping my brow.
Yikes!
The dishes were washed, I was glowing with cordial luminescence of efficient domesticity and was taking off my apron before the clock even sang seven.
So astonished was I at my morning zeal that I woke up to find myself still in bed, my room alight with soft brightness streaming through my new gauzy curtains and the clock singing seven.
I was dreaming and I'd overslept.
This dream was my body's way of keeping me back in the bed by showcasing a perfect morning the way I'd always wished it would go.
I was far too late to do anything and so I curled back under the thick folds of my flowery prison, cozily volcanic and slept some more until it was almost eight.
Yes, I did it take it that bit further and now I wonder why I didn't wake up on my usual time.
I blame the winters and it's still a mystery to me as to how people willingly wake up at four and go about their day? I see some people begin tending their garden at five and in fact back home my folks do the same.
How is my question when I can't muster the strength to wake before six (even though I have to) and hate every inch of it when morning people are near gallivanting at the thought of being up and about early.
Monday, 19 November 2018
How I need
Oh darling
why the fuck
does your voice
meander through my mind
molten honeyed
through narrow alleys and cognizant passageways
and slowly solidify thickly
viscous ink of living words
flooding the walls
of neural chambers
hindering my ability
at rationality and logic
(Which never existed where you're concerned)
drowning my thoughts
in sweet viscidity
of incidental heartaches
why the fuck
does your voice
meander through my mind
molten honeyed
through narrow alleys and cognizant passageways
and slowly solidify thickly
viscous ink of living words
flooding the walls
of neural chambers
hindering my ability
at rationality and logic
(Which never existed where you're concerned)
drowning my thoughts
in sweet viscidity
of incidental heartaches
Grind unto you
And the night shouts
the day screams
and the heart beats yet
ready to pulverise another moment
right into the next
until it's all done
repeatedly and still yet more
the same of the same
to be done and done
till the body says stop
and the mind say nope
not yet my darling
the day screams
and the heart beats yet
ready to pulverise another moment
right into the next
until it's all done
repeatedly and still yet more
the same of the same
to be done and done
till the body says stop
and the mind say nope
not yet my darling
Evening time
That time of the day again when I look at the kitchen and ask myself why?
Of course I know the answers but it's always nice to keep remembering.
Then I say ugh and then I say whatever!
It's important though to put on some nice music that will drown my thoughts and somehow music depends on the mood.
Today feels like funk and maybe jazz later.
On a side note it's gotten colder and I read a lovely poem that I'd bookmarked a couple days back and now I want to look the moon again.
Of course I know the answers but it's always nice to keep remembering.
Then I say ugh and then I say whatever!
It's important though to put on some nice music that will drown my thoughts and somehow music depends on the mood.
Today feels like funk and maybe jazz later.
On a side note it's gotten colder and I read a lovely poem that I'd bookmarked a couple days back and now I want to look the moon again.
you snooze you lose
Snooze has got to be the most futile and overtly optimistic function in alarms.
First off its awfully annoying the sound of it. secondly, it's far too easy to keep turning it off to the point you realize the needlessness of it and switch it off entirely to get another couple hundred winks of sleep and wake up far too late.
Turning off snooze should come with a passcode so you can wake up if even due to annoyance and with the intention to fling the bothersome object on a wall in front or crack against the head of those who snore next to you.
First off its awfully annoying the sound of it. secondly, it's far too easy to keep turning it off to the point you realize the needlessness of it and switch it off entirely to get another couple hundred winks of sleep and wake up far too late.
Turning off snooze should come with a passcode so you can wake up if even due to annoyance and with the intention to fling the bothersome object on a wall in front or crack against the head of those who snore next to you.
amnesiac
I've been forgetting:
to take my supplements
to oil my hair
to trim my plants
to clean my makeup brushes
to arrange my cupboard for winter clothing
to take my jackets for dry cleaning
to make home set curd
to make new desserts viz, cakes
to transfer photographs from my phone
to buy a new exercise mat
to take my supplements
to oil my hair
to trim my plants
to clean my makeup brushes
to arrange my cupboard for winter clothing
to take my jackets for dry cleaning
to make home set curd
to make new desserts viz, cakes
to transfer photographs from my phone
to buy a new exercise mat
Vroom vroom
So there I was last night optimistically making a workout plan for this morning and here I am wincing while looking at that page because I didn't workout today.
Yes sir I didn't.
I don't know Monday, it's just has that bit of residual Sunday about it and all those things that I couldn't do yesterday I like to do today and even though I hadn't worked out yesterday either and munched on everything in sight I want to take today easy in a way that I can't be bothered to rush headlong into the usual routine because it's far too much of a routine and to live that every day gets tiring so here I am making excuses for not working out.
Am I feeling guilty? Well, honestly I was last night after reflecting at all the things I ate yesterday. I don't know Sunday has a habit of making me reckless and I like to drink and eat and eat some more. It's silly really because I feel fat the next day and probably my vanity Would indeed suffer a setback were I to wear my workout clothes because they let me know exactly where all I've gotten a bit extra that I shouldn't have.
Right, so today.
I sit looking at my twinkling house, gleaming like a gem, cleansed and mirror like and I feel smug about the clean up this morning which though felt like a short burst did much to sparkle and shine.
I like these small cleaning intervals where I go through with one precise thought of cleaning up certain things.
Like one day I'll only clean the bathrooms, the next day it's dusting the house and polishing windows , the day after that it's vacuuming and mopping, after that it's kitchen platforms and chimney scrubbing.
This way I get to do the entire house in a week by going through in short bursts.
There's no designated day for laundry though because it usually just comes as a surprise.
Right on with today.
A bit of a big meal and we're set.
Writing!
Yes sir I didn't.
I don't know Monday, it's just has that bit of residual Sunday about it and all those things that I couldn't do yesterday I like to do today and even though I hadn't worked out yesterday either and munched on everything in sight I want to take today easy in a way that I can't be bothered to rush headlong into the usual routine because it's far too much of a routine and to live that every day gets tiring so here I am making excuses for not working out.
Am I feeling guilty? Well, honestly I was last night after reflecting at all the things I ate yesterday. I don't know Sunday has a habit of making me reckless and I like to drink and eat and eat some more. It's silly really because I feel fat the next day and probably my vanity Would indeed suffer a setback were I to wear my workout clothes because they let me know exactly where all I've gotten a bit extra that I shouldn't have.
Right, so today.
I sit looking at my twinkling house, gleaming like a gem, cleansed and mirror like and I feel smug about the clean up this morning which though felt like a short burst did much to sparkle and shine.
I like these small cleaning intervals where I go through with one precise thought of cleaning up certain things.
Like one day I'll only clean the bathrooms, the next day it's dusting the house and polishing windows , the day after that it's vacuuming and mopping, after that it's kitchen platforms and chimney scrubbing.
This way I get to do the entire house in a week by going through in short bursts.
There's no designated day for laundry though because it usually just comes as a surprise.
Right on with today.
A bit of a big meal and we're set.
Writing!
Zings
The thing about early morning bed is that it's impossible to get out of it and once you're out it's unimaginable getting back in.
So much for comfort zones.
So much for comfort zones.
Saturday, 17 November 2018
Friday, 16 November 2018
VPN voila
The thing about VPN as much as I get exasperated by it is that it can be full of such incidental surprises that the frustrations it causes can sometimes be glossed over.
Case in point Netflix.
In order to watch Arrested Development or other some series I have to connect through American locations but today since I had work that needed doing and vpn was of importance and none of the locations in the USA seemed to connect me I got through Hong Kong and just for kicks browsed Netflix.
I didn't find Arrested Development nor Peaky blinders but by the gods, I hit a treasure trove and how did it come to go amiss is beyond me but I found myself deliciously ensnared by a Japanese CGI anime movie which is easily filling the void that I'd been feeling for a while, viz, not having found some yummy anime to get glued on to.
The movie in question is Gantz:o.
Science fiction to the level what on earth, awesomely weird in the way only Japanese can manage with insanely lovely action sequences hammered to seamless perfection with gratuitous violence. Oh, the blood and guts and overall mania that is this movie and did I mention the graphics?
I mean they've done it again or rather outdone it all over. I couldn't get my eyes off the perfectly computer generated strands of hair that characters have and it's a visual delight this movie.
As beautiful as the Manga was as fantastic as the anime must have been (I didn't watch it, but I will have to) this movie kills every way possible without the glossy blood spurts too.
It's raw, filthy, grimy and abhorrent in a way that makes you open your eyes wide.
It's got an 18+rating so that's all good in my book.
Halfway through and I'd have watched more had I not to get dressed to go out for Friday night drinks and dinner.
But I know what I'm getting glued to next.
dilemma
Because Tuesday was so uneventful Friday decided to recompense.
So here I was back at my abode after a morning visit to the visa office watching arrested development while having lunch when the doorbell rang and it was the neighbour's kid wanting to come in and play games on the iPad and I wasn't in the mood to make conversations so I let him in while I got on with whatever one gets on with at home and was just beginning to work when he decided to leave.
Very good I said to myself and him and bid him a cheery goodbye and locked the door only to have the doorbell ring moments later because the child who was alone at home had locked himself out.
The keys in question were left inside the house and now here he was homeless and worried and wondering if he'd get into trouble for this.
Help me he cried and of course me being the only adult nearby I had to.
So I've just paid a visit to the lock picker who assured me he'd come by soon and this is apparently the third similar incident and the kid's getting impatient because his mom will be coming home in another couple hours and he fears the wrath and consequences of this deed some in part also because his mum had told him not to leave the house or bother the neighbour both of which he did.
Can't say I feel sorry for the kid cuz it's a mistake and he needs to know the ramifications of his callousness and learn not to break rules especially ones set by parents and it's also a bit bothersome because I have work and maybe I'd need to step out regarding the same in a while but if this problem doesn't sort out then I'll have to be here until the child is safely back home, what's worse there are two dogs locked inside and all alone.
Right, So Friday. Hell yeah! goddamit!
So here I was back at my abode after a morning visit to the visa office watching arrested development while having lunch when the doorbell rang and it was the neighbour's kid wanting to come in and play games on the iPad and I wasn't in the mood to make conversations so I let him in while I got on with whatever one gets on with at home and was just beginning to work when he decided to leave.
Very good I said to myself and him and bid him a cheery goodbye and locked the door only to have the doorbell ring moments later because the child who was alone at home had locked himself out.
The keys in question were left inside the house and now here he was homeless and worried and wondering if he'd get into trouble for this.
Help me he cried and of course me being the only adult nearby I had to.
So I've just paid a visit to the lock picker who assured me he'd come by soon and this is apparently the third similar incident and the kid's getting impatient because his mom will be coming home in another couple hours and he fears the wrath and consequences of this deed some in part also because his mum had told him not to leave the house or bother the neighbour both of which he did.
Can't say I feel sorry for the kid cuz it's a mistake and he needs to know the ramifications of his callousness and learn not to break rules especially ones set by parents and it's also a bit bothersome because I have work and maybe I'd need to step out regarding the same in a while but if this problem doesn't sort out then I'll have to be here until the child is safely back home, what's worse there are two dogs locked inside and all alone.
Right, So Friday. Hell yeah! goddamit!
Thursday, 15 November 2018
Writes
Writing as Hemingway said is easy. One has only to sit at the typewriter and bleed but what if one wants to stupendously orgasm?
Sugar peach
It is usually the most generic, unremarkable, unexceptional kind of people that label themselves crazy, weird or eccentric as opposed to the few blasé folks who find any madness most mundane.
Catalogue
Catatron
I think my cat understands me.
I told him to drink water and he asked me to fuck off.
Isn't he just a doll?
I told him to drink water and he asked me to fuck off.
Isn't he just a doll?
Up up and away
Say one thing about days that begin with running say they grab you by the seat of your pants and don't let go.
Tomorrow is one such day for me wherein I shall exit right from my house in the morning around eight and stay out for as long as the work might take me.
What work you ask?
Visa stuff. All very boring and not in my hands cuz the bureaucrats behind the glass panels like to let themselves feel self important for that one time and one has to let them feel smug about their desk jobs where they see no light of the day.
Ah. Let's see how tomorrow goes .
I'll either be in a rather horrible or most fabulous mood.
Tomorrow is one such day for me wherein I shall exit right from my house in the morning around eight and stay out for as long as the work might take me.
What work you ask?
Visa stuff. All very boring and not in my hands cuz the bureaucrats behind the glass panels like to let themselves feel self important for that one time and one has to let them feel smug about their desk jobs where they see no light of the day.
Ah. Let's see how tomorrow goes .
I'll either be in a rather horrible or most fabulous mood.
Food heart
You know what's comforting, almost medicinal,,nutritious and oh so delicious?
Sambhar! That's it. It's the best.
Sambhar! That's it. It's the best.
Spice bout
I think it's the weather compelling me to screw the bland and banal and kiss the sharp and zingy..I mean I don't know I just want to feel something.
surety
Definitely, I say it with all the emphasis at my disposal with a stoic stance and hardened face that definitely I shan't be watching the new Fantastic Beasts.
:\
I mean I know there is some work that needs get done with and yet here I am binge-watching the 5th season of Arrested Development.
the truth is in here and I run from it
It was a leg day today and yet it's my arms that hurt.
Where have I been since last night?
I don't know, it's just I can't seem to juggle everything all at once and to think I thought I was so good at this.
Things have been mounting up and it's not like there's a lot for me to deal with, no there isn't, at least nothing out of the extraordinary and yet I am incapable of doing all that needs to be done in part due to my own unwillingness or laziness I'm loathed to confess.
I know there's work afoot, I know there are some vital issues pending, and I'm fully aware of my lagging behind on certain things I'd decided to finish and given myself a deadline and yet when I have the time to get done with it all I find myself averse to doing it because I keep justifying to myself that I need to be able to breathe a bit, to take out some time for me and why do I keep forgetting that all that I'm procrastinating is for me as well that it needs my time and that I belong to it as it does to me.
Acceptance comes slow and I write it here as a way of affirmation and confession.
Where have I been since last night?
I don't know, it's just I can't seem to juggle everything all at once and to think I thought I was so good at this.
Things have been mounting up and it's not like there's a lot for me to deal with, no there isn't, at least nothing out of the extraordinary and yet I am incapable of doing all that needs to be done in part due to my own unwillingness or laziness I'm loathed to confess.
I know there's work afoot, I know there are some vital issues pending, and I'm fully aware of my lagging behind on certain things I'd decided to finish and given myself a deadline and yet when I have the time to get done with it all I find myself averse to doing it because I keep justifying to myself that I need to be able to breathe a bit, to take out some time for me and why do I keep forgetting that all that I'm procrastinating is for me as well that it needs my time and that I belong to it as it does to me.
Acceptance comes slow and I write it here as a way of affirmation and confession.
Wednesday, 14 November 2018
Accept
Why is everyone all about fat acceptance but no talks about skinny acceptance? Aren't skinny people humans? Don't they deserve to be happy and have a safe space and need negative sized clothes?
It's all so cruel. This world is so hateful.
It's all so cruel. This world is so hateful.
Chillified
Who me?
Having a breather after making, uploading and customising a new blog theme for driedredchillies.com
These things shouldn't take time, of course they shouldn't but when you've to browse through sections of available themes to select a few and then customise a banner to match the same because each had a different pixel requirement and I had to remake and redo each design to fit the banner size as a result of which my desktop is full of choice titles like chillies 1, chillies Copy2, redo chillies, banner type 4, drc final, drc final copy2 and it's not been fun I tell you.
I went into a photoshop frenzy and realized I'd not forgotten much which is good but still.
Right, so tell me thoughts on the new design and it's not all finalised, I'm trying it on for size currently because there is another extremely simplistic theme as well but by the gods it was so very minimalist that I found myself getting lost in there, it looked good though.
Having a breather after making, uploading and customising a new blog theme for driedredchillies.com
These things shouldn't take time, of course they shouldn't but when you've to browse through sections of available themes to select a few and then customise a banner to match the same because each had a different pixel requirement and I had to remake and redo each design to fit the banner size as a result of which my desktop is full of choice titles like chillies 1, chillies Copy2, redo chillies, banner type 4, drc final, drc final copy2 and it's not been fun I tell you.
I went into a photoshop frenzy and realized I'd not forgotten much which is good but still.
Right, so tell me thoughts on the new design and it's not all finalised, I'm trying it on for size currently because there is another extremely simplistic theme as well but by the gods it was so very minimalist that I found myself getting lost in there, it looked good though.
Speak then
Morn morn morn
And top of the morning to you and I'd say so much more were I not as grumpy as I currently feel for no apparent reason except that I just feel like a mood because here I sit watching the housekeeper fidget about the house fiddling with things while cleaning up and I really just want to sit and sip on some warm water.
Sure I could have gotten done with this activity much before but I almost always only get free with morning chores and what not by eight and then I find myself a bit of quietude for my few moments of leisure. Yet it's almost nine and perhaps later when I post this but the thing is I can't go about showering and cooking while there's work getting done afoot can I?
The morning promises a few seconds of sun which feels ideal for a bit of clicking action so I'll begin with the general prep having decided a recipe in mind and go ahead with it.
Ah, and to think I'd decided to start a bit of writing today but I shall soon.
Sure I could have gotten done with this activity much before but I almost always only get free with morning chores and what not by eight and then I find myself a bit of quietude for my few moments of leisure. Yet it's almost nine and perhaps later when I post this but the thing is I can't go about showering and cooking while there's work getting done afoot can I?
The morning promises a few seconds of sun which feels ideal for a bit of clicking action so I'll begin with the general prep having decided a recipe in mind and go ahead with it.
Ah, and to think I'd decided to start a bit of writing today but I shall soon.
Tuesday, 13 November 2018
Breathe in
Who me?
Waiting patiently while outlining a small plot for a new story which hopefully I'll begin soon..waiting because there is a horde of self invited chirrun about to descend in my domus like a swarm of locusts sweeping everything in site, laying waste to my pristine house by jumping, running and screaming until I near beseech them to leave.
Waiting patiently while outlining a small plot for a new story which hopefully I'll begin soon..waiting because there is a horde of self invited chirrun about to descend in my domus like a swarm of locusts sweeping everything in site, laying waste to my pristine house by jumping, running and screaming until I near beseech them to leave.
A scanner lightly
In other news just when I'd decided to disassemble the scanner by giving it a gentle push from the window it worked!
Haha magic! Though not really because I downloaded a new firmware and drive from some random hellhole on the web and here we are.
Of course seeing how this scanner belongs to the Palaeolithic era it took its own time to scan the couple dozen drawings I'd needed scanned and in fact I've left out the larger ones because it's your basic A4 size scanner when some of my drawings are A3 and less or is it more? but it got some work done and for that I'm happy, though staying planted in one place and watching the two slow machines machinate sloth like was almost as fun as dragging nails on blackboard but here we are bloody hell.
I shall return this device to its owners thank them and ask them forgiveness because I think they'll have to reinstall drives and firmware to make it compatible with their computer which I believe is an ancient MacBook..but what are troubles if not taken in stride?
Haha magic! Though not really because I downloaded a new firmware and drive from some random hellhole on the web and here we are.
Of course seeing how this scanner belongs to the Palaeolithic era it took its own time to scan the couple dozen drawings I'd needed scanned and in fact I've left out the larger ones because it's your basic A4 size scanner when some of my drawings are A3 and less or is it more? but it got some work done and for that I'm happy, though staying planted in one place and watching the two slow machines machinate sloth like was almost as fun as dragging nails on blackboard but here we are bloody hell.
I shall return this device to its owners thank them and ask them forgiveness because I think they'll have to reinstall drives and firmware to make it compatible with their computer which I believe is an ancient MacBook..but what are troubles if not taken in stride?
Lunch it is
This is rather late for me and all because well I forgot to switch on the oven, so the timer went off letting me know it was done but the main switch was off which meant the oven never started!
Oh god I was so hangry!
Anyway it's done now and on my plate over brown rice and it was worth the wait, oh it was.
Leg a look
My absolute favourite way to cook without the hassle of fiddling with knobs though God knows it fun.
Chicken drumsticks with rosemary and oregano garlic marinade along with vegetables (enoki mushrooms that look like questionable long whatsdats, cauliflower and cherry tomatoes) dusted with pepper and drizzled with balsamic to be had over brown rice.
The aluminium foil houses a plain drumstick with lots of chicken skin to be cooked sans marinade for the cat because heaven knows he's been meowing to get some.
Monday, 12 November 2018
Silver linings
Tomorrow's weather promises to drip with anxiety and self-worthlessness but here's hoping that the despondency of overcast odium will be vastly overshadowed by an inflated sense of entitlement and well-articulated imperiousness that comes with looking down at the futility of mere mortals.
Fallen
As you're aware dear reader that recently I've finished a book which seemed to have inserted itself in between a read that had stalled and there had been a small deluge of other books in between the long ten piece series of most engrossing and oft difficult Malazan books which I now pick up again to hopefully finish.
I am currently on the eighth book that is Toll the Hounds and it goes on well though there are times I feel like my brains are boiling over but it's an intensely good feeling and so I shall continue with the same.
I am currently on the eighth book that is Toll the Hounds and it goes on well though there are times I feel like my brains are boiling over but it's an intensely good feeling and so I shall continue with the same.
Notes
Dear Diary
I seem to have come across this surreal moment in time each night when suddenly I find myself in bed when moments ago I'd just been engrossed in something entertaining.
This abrupt, immediate transition makes me tetchy and I spend long minutes in bed trying to learn my surroundings and deduce how should I go about sleeping because hitting the bed and stuffing face in a pillow only to find myself in zzzland isn't something that materialises out of thin wisps of yawns.
It's a rather puzzle one that could be called jigsaw with many a pieces missing or bent out of shape.
It's like all of a sudden there's a shift in weight and all that was lit up, loud with noises and music is suddenly snores and darkness and here I gripe as I grope to find some bearings.
I seem to have come across this surreal moment in time each night when suddenly I find myself in bed when moments ago I'd just been engrossed in something entertaining.
This abrupt, immediate transition makes me tetchy and I spend long minutes in bed trying to learn my surroundings and deduce how should I go about sleeping because hitting the bed and stuffing face in a pillow only to find myself in zzzland isn't something that materialises out of thin wisps of yawns.
It's a rather puzzle one that could be called jigsaw with many a pieces missing or bent out of shape.
It's like all of a sudden there's a shift in weight and all that was lit up, loud with noises and music is suddenly snores and darkness and here I gripe as I grope to find some bearings.
Scan man
I do have the app called cam scanner and occasionally use it to scan documents that need quick sending but darling here we are talking my drawings that cam scanner just doesn't do as I'd like.
Update: I've downloaded another driver and hopefully it should work if not I'm trashing it, in that returning to its rightful owners.
Tomorrow is another day, although Tuesday it'll be the last try or else bye bye.
Update: I've downloaded another driver and hopefully it should work if not I'm trashing it, in that returning to its rightful owners.
Tomorrow is another day, although Tuesday it'll be the last try or else bye bye.
It’s true
Gender fluidity is so fluid right now that it's beginning to slosh about mixing up with each other to the point that transitioned men will soon be participating in women's pageants because you see they're women now. Chromosomes be damned!
I have prophesied and this is a very near future because anyone against it would be driven to madness by the PC commune to the point that they'd have no other option but to apologise and watch men become queens and kings.
It's going to happen. Male Ms Universe and male Mr Universe and we'll all be okay with that.
I have prophesied and this is a very near future because anyone against it would be driven to madness by the PC commune to the point that they'd have no other option but to apologise and watch men become queens and kings.
It's going to happen. Male Ms Universe and male Mr Universe and we'll all be okay with that.
Scank life
No! I've given up and here I am flinging my hands in the air with frustration and you can't see it but I can't get this scanner to work.
I've downloaded drives, deleted them, downloaded a hundred other functions to get some semblance of understanding but it needs better people than me to get this steam engine rolling, so I've finally given up to higher powers and now I wait.
I've downloaded drives, deleted them, downloaded a hundred other functions to get some semblance of understanding but it needs better people than me to get this steam engine rolling, so I've finally given up to higher powers and now I wait.
Cheesy lines
The thing about Ema Dashi that simply means chilli and cheese is that it's absolutely delicious especially when had with steamed buns that are sold aplenty here in China and in fact I'd made this dish only last month with a few changes of my own of course because I somehow don't love too many tomatoes in it but my oh my is it delicious or what and funnily it tastes even better with those processed cheese cubes of Amul cheese we get back home.
I'd made it with a mix of different cheeses and it came out so delicious and spicy that this was another recipe I've been thinking of putting up on the blog and the thing is it is essential to be had with tingmo and Gods that though easy is a bit of a long task.phew!
Nevertheless what about samosas? Why I do feel like having those with tea? What mad craving is this? Why can't my cravings ask for something easier like boiled potato or hot water?
I'd made it with a mix of different cheeses and it came out so delicious and spicy that this was another recipe I've been thinking of putting up on the blog and the thing is it is essential to be had with tingmo and Gods that though easy is a bit of a long task.phew!
Nevertheless what about samosas? Why I do feel like having those with tea? What mad craving is this? Why can't my cravings ask for something easier like boiled potato or hot water?
Inverse reality
In an alternate twist of events I've been running after a person to send me the bill and collect pending payments regarding some work done and he's not replied with anything other than ok.
Ok what?
I can't wire money in thin air and expect it to reach you can I?
I mean how many messages and mails am I supposed to send?
Ok what?
I can't wire money in thin air and expect it to reach you can I?
I mean how many messages and mails am I supposed to send?
The problems of life
I feel like eating samosa's for some reason and now that's all I will keep thinking of because I have got all the time in the world apparently.
But no!
Can you believe it I'm still working on the scanner that was made before the creation of Adam and Eve and that it's not compatible with my apple machine because nothing ever is compatible with that piece of junk (MacBook not the scanner) and now I've fished out an ancient windows laptop and I hope things work out fine or else imma return this scanner and just buy myself one cuz goddamn! And all because my local, close to my house scanning shop has shut down.
But no!
Can you believe it I'm still working on the scanner that was made before the creation of Adam and Eve and that it's not compatible with my apple machine because nothing ever is compatible with that piece of junk (MacBook not the scanner) and now I've fished out an ancient windows laptop and I hope things work out fine or else imma return this scanner and just buy myself one cuz goddamn! And all because my local, close to my house scanning shop has shut down.
Bam bam dark
Slurp!
I've half a mind to put this recipe on the blog. Easier than saying sorry and gratifyingly low on fat and high on oomph. Veggies, tofu and rice vermicelli noodles.
Sunday, 11 November 2018
Singles that mingle
What did I buy?
Oh I'll tell you what all I bought.
Almost everything that I wanted and didn't need and then some.
There aren't too many clothes of course because I hate getting disappointed what with half the things never fitting me the way they do on the model and of course I end up always hating the material because in my head I imagine it to be something totally other than what it tends to be in real life.
But having said that there were a few things fabric wise that caught my attention and I click, click, clicked every bloody thing.
There are shoes and leggings and workout wear and socks and speakers and hoodies and skin care and food stuffs and potions and lotions and emulsions and coffee beans and roibos tea's and shower oils and body conditioners and gasp so much more.
You don't know me as someone who shops online but I do love randomly browsing things and sometimes, just sometimes the rabbit hole gets far too tempting to ignore and even then I manage to disregard that is until it draws out its fangs and tells me that those particular bright red caterpillar shoes I'd been eyeing for sometime but didn't bother buying because they were ridiculously priced at an imbecilic 2000rmb and I can't justify that price for cat shoes are now at almost 1000 and available in size 41, gods I clicked so fast.
So yes those kinds of little things and when in fact almost 90% of the items I bought were not even a part of the singles discount madness and yet I ventured a buy because sometimes you just gotta. I mean how else was I going to pass time today? Making conversations? Hah, right!
Oh I'll tell you what all I bought.
Almost everything that I wanted and didn't need and then some.
There aren't too many clothes of course because I hate getting disappointed what with half the things never fitting me the way they do on the model and of course I end up always hating the material because in my head I imagine it to be something totally other than what it tends to be in real life.
But having said that there were a few things fabric wise that caught my attention and I click, click, clicked every bloody thing.
There are shoes and leggings and workout wear and socks and speakers and hoodies and skin care and food stuffs and potions and lotions and emulsions and coffee beans and roibos tea's and shower oils and body conditioners and gasp so much more.
You don't know me as someone who shops online but I do love randomly browsing things and sometimes, just sometimes the rabbit hole gets far too tempting to ignore and even then I manage to disregard that is until it draws out its fangs and tells me that those particular bright red caterpillar shoes I'd been eyeing for sometime but didn't bother buying because they were ridiculously priced at an imbecilic 2000rmb and I can't justify that price for cat shoes are now at almost 1000 and available in size 41, gods I clicked so fast.
So yes those kinds of little things and when in fact almost 90% of the items I bought were not even a part of the singles discount madness and yet I ventured a buy because sometimes you just gotta. I mean how else was I going to pass time today? Making conversations? Hah, right!
Siren song
Know this your Sunday's will never go as planned. You might have thought and plotted as to steer today in some direction but others in the house won't adhere to any of your designed blueprint.
The arrangements made will be in a mess, dismantled and you'd be left cleansed, bathed and ready for the day while others still in their pajamas glued to screen, binge shopping, feet propped on a foot stool ready to melt into the couch to continue with the madness that is today's shopping day.
Gods give me strength to not sharpen my knife and carve out a heart!
The arrangements made will be in a mess, dismantled and you'd be left cleansed, bathed and ready for the day while others still in their pajamas glued to screen, binge shopping, feet propped on a foot stool ready to melt into the couch to continue with the madness that is today's shopping day.
Gods give me strength to not sharpen my knife and carve out a heart!
Saturday, 10 November 2018
11/11
Tonight begins a shopping festival and though I've nothing anything to buy but I'm sure going to trawl the webs and find something I don't need but still want.
But but but
this isn't happening but I should have seen it coming because I stumbled back home early this morning almost past two and how I smeared my face with micellar water to remove war paint and change into a night suit is still a mystery because I was uh..buzzing high to the point my ears were ringing.
Not content with a dinner and getting done by nine I'd summoned a friend who often goes dancing with me and we decided to, well, go for a night out about town and get sloshed and that's what happened except I slept far too late and woke up at 10!!! What???
Now what on earth am I supposed to to with today? It won't begin well before noon and ugh I'm parched and my vision is still blurry and we shouldn't have ordered that last pitcher of margarita but my lord it was chocolate margarita and unbelievably delicious.
So yes. A rarity this day and I feel oddly not guilty at all.
Right, so today is dedicated to fixing my vacuum cleaner and figuring out the scanner.
Not content with a dinner and getting done by nine I'd summoned a friend who often goes dancing with me and we decided to, well, go for a night out about town and get sloshed and that's what happened except I slept far too late and woke up at 10!!! What???
Now what on earth am I supposed to to with today? It won't begin well before noon and ugh I'm parched and my vision is still blurry and we shouldn't have ordered that last pitcher of margarita but my lord it was chocolate margarita and unbelievably delicious.
So yes. A rarity this day and I feel oddly not guilty at all.
Right, so today is dedicated to fixing my vacuum cleaner and figuring out the scanner.
Friday, 9 November 2018
Reads
What do I think?
It's nice and odd.
It didn't follow the usual plots, the story was simple enough and the writing easy though a bit tedious but not a negative and I liked that it was unusual in its own right.
Phwt
Who me?
Wracking my head against a scanner that I've borrowed from someone and all the directions are in Chinese.
Yay!
Wracking my head against a scanner that I've borrowed from someone and all the directions are in Chinese.
Yay!
Don’t stick
The only thing sticky about sticky notes is nothing, I mean why are they even called that? Just because they've an apparent lining of so called stickiness that is only slightly tacky at best.
In the mornings we go
Who me?
Hah! I reached back home shortly after 10 after having left my house at 7:30 regarding some important visa related work and now that I'm back at an hour still almost early I wonder how to continue with the day?
Should I take it ahead as my usual days seeing how I'm back on time or should I just take it easy and go out for another stroll the weather being a bit sunny after many days of rains.
To say I was enticed by fast food chains serving an array of exotic breakfast items and coffee this morning would be a statement most true because I could smell the local speciality of fried savoury dough for breakfast that a lot of these western chains have adopted which they serve alongside coffee and fries and there's no reason why I instead hailed a taxi and hurried back home once the work was done, probably because that area was so out of my way that I didn't see myself exploring the place so early in the morn when I could spend this time at home working out and cursing myself.
This is the issue with me, one I wish I could rectify that I feel so dearly for my schedules that I do not venture a misstep except when I'm on holidays.
I mean I could have just parked myself at one of those McDonald's and indulged a bit but no, I'm back home feeding myself soy milk and banana readying for a work out.
How I justify it is by telling myself that it was far too early in the morning and the only time I go out of my way and sit languorously in one of such places is usually during lunch hours.
The weather really is delicious today.
Ah well.
Cardio today.
Yay.
Hah! I reached back home shortly after 10 after having left my house at 7:30 regarding some important visa related work and now that I'm back at an hour still almost early I wonder how to continue with the day?
Should I take it ahead as my usual days seeing how I'm back on time or should I just take it easy and go out for another stroll the weather being a bit sunny after many days of rains.
To say I was enticed by fast food chains serving an array of exotic breakfast items and coffee this morning would be a statement most true because I could smell the local speciality of fried savoury dough for breakfast that a lot of these western chains have adopted which they serve alongside coffee and fries and there's no reason why I instead hailed a taxi and hurried back home once the work was done, probably because that area was so out of my way that I didn't see myself exploring the place so early in the morn when I could spend this time at home working out and cursing myself.
This is the issue with me, one I wish I could rectify that I feel so dearly for my schedules that I do not venture a misstep except when I'm on holidays.
I mean I could have just parked myself at one of those McDonald's and indulged a bit but no, I'm back home feeding myself soy milk and banana readying for a work out.
How I justify it is by telling myself that it was far too early in the morning and the only time I go out of my way and sit languorously in one of such places is usually during lunch hours.
The weather really is delicious today.
Ah well.
Cardio today.
Yay.
Thursday, 8 November 2018
Sappy o clock my darling
This time of night
I wish the word would ignite
and we'd be the only ones
Left alive
or at least
it could burn just that bit bright
where I could see you
anytime I opened my eyes
to you beholden my every sight
I wish the word would ignite
and we'd be the only ones
Left alive
or at least
it could burn just that bit bright
where I could see you
anytime I opened my eyes
to you beholden my every sight
Just like that
Marriage is a highly capable mischievous mistress.
Take for example the butterflies in your stomach that come courtesy of romance which rapidly turns into cockroaches in a drawer once marriage enters the domain.
Magic, I tell you.
Take for example the butterflies in your stomach that come courtesy of romance which rapidly turns into cockroaches in a drawer once marriage enters the domain.
Magic, I tell you.
Let me numb your mind
Oh to be boring and not care.
What joy it must bring to not bother saying a single interesting word nor mutter a singular stimulating syllable or follow up colourless moments of silence with not as much as the smallest effort to at least watch something mildly entertaining because not doing anything is just so much more fascinating.
What joy it must bring to not bother saying a single interesting word nor mutter a singular stimulating syllable or follow up colourless moments of silence with not as much as the smallest effort to at least watch something mildly entertaining because not doing anything is just so much more fascinating.
Humph
Now to come up with an idea that's utterly novel, that no one in all these years has thought of.
Well that's gonna be easy.
Well that's gonna be easy.
inks
Cannot reconcile writing with black ink from an ink pen. It's silly but I'm such a fanatic about blue crisp words that black just doesn't cut it.
I think I might want to buy a really smooth and velvety blue ink.
I think I might want to buy a really smooth and velvety blue ink.
don't remind me
Reminders are annoying, reminding you about things you do not wish to be reminded of at the exact same time every day and to think they're set in such a fit of zealousness, like hey Siri remind me this everyday cuz I'm gonna do it or drink it or eat it and when the same words flash every day on the screen it's like will you shut the fuck up already?
Food fast
Wednesday, 7 November 2018
Happy meal
Meal maketh the day and today looks to have been made.
Tuna salad and toast because why not?
Busyness
Have I a long list of thing to do today oh I do.
The preparations for tonight will begin shortly and perhaps I will be dedicated to the kitchen today cooking up all the things that make today special but before that there's a bit of usual before stepping out into uncalled for rains to run a couple errands before we crack ourselves into the madness of tonight.
The preparations for tonight will begin shortly and perhaps I will be dedicated to the kitchen today cooking up all the things that make today special but before that there's a bit of usual before stepping out into uncalled for rains to run a couple errands before we crack ourselves into the madness of tonight.
Tuesday, 6 November 2018
Calmly typing
Nighttime and my cart runneth over with shopping wish list, my heart not in its right place clearly lost and aching, my day at an end lies in a corner dying and bleeding, the book I'm reading almost finished last pages weeping, my night cold and aloof draping me under asking and seeking, my body fatigued its soul leaking, my smile twitching solemnly fading, my accomplishments bored done with failing, my eyes ready to soak you in wantonly blinking, and you my oblivious darling ignorant to the hurt serendipitously breathing.
to think of it.
If parasites were a thousand times bigger than their normal size then they'd be hunters and were hunters a thousand times smaller they'd be parasites.
I mean imagine a mosquito hulking at its prey and drinking its blood to death and a lion getting swatted by an idle hand.
Hmm.
Come to think of it, it's most improper to not give these hardworking tiny little hunters their due and call them parasites after all even they need to survive and too bad they're carnivores which leaves them with the only option to stick on skin or disappear within hair and derive nourishment from the victim or host in their case.
tsk tsk.
I mean imagine a mosquito hulking at its prey and drinking its blood to death and a lion getting swatted by an idle hand.
Hmm.
Come to think of it, it's most improper to not give these hardworking tiny little hunters their due and call them parasites after all even they need to survive and too bad they're carnivores which leaves them with the only option to stick on skin or disappear within hair and derive nourishment from the victim or host in their case.
tsk tsk.
¬¬
That time of life when you blaze through the afternoon trying to complete tasks so you can get on with life and get done with other tasks.
Tuesday rights
A bit of salad on the side, soft ghee paranthas and piquant pickle to satisfy cravings and pangs.
This isn’t the time
Why do I get messages like 'are you free? Kids want to meet you' at 9 in the morning. What kind of people are free at that hour?
There are miscellaneous things to be done in the morning. How can anyone be idle this early in the morning?
I'm calling it early because it is early morning. A lot of people have breakfast at this hour, the house gets cleaned, there are things that get done around this time and yet I am asked if I'm free cuz kids want to meet me.
I mean I love those kids but I can't be bothered to spread milk of human kindness just now and make jolly and talk animatedly to little children.
So no! I'm not free!
I have work to do, in fact a lot of work.
Most important of which there's tea to be had and sweat to be poured followed by lunch and a planet sized amount of work.
Where's the goddamn free time in all of this?
Nope! Not free.
There are miscellaneous things to be done in the morning. How can anyone be idle this early in the morning?
I'm calling it early because it is early morning. A lot of people have breakfast at this hour, the house gets cleaned, there are things that get done around this time and yet I am asked if I'm free cuz kids want to meet me.
I mean I love those kids but I can't be bothered to spread milk of human kindness just now and make jolly and talk animatedly to little children.
So no! I'm not free!
I have work to do, in fact a lot of work.
Most important of which there's tea to be had and sweat to be poured followed by lunch and a planet sized amount of work.
Where's the goddamn free time in all of this?
Nope! Not free.
Monday, 5 November 2018
Stardust sparkle
Nighttime and I retreat into the backstreets of my memories
emptying garbage bins hidden in filthy alleys, ridding them of their recollections that I wish could be recycled
Like residual waste they sit in a heap of rubbish
Piled high steaming regrets that often wash up through subconscious sewers into present thoughts
Befouled retrospections shimmering in the gutters of reflections that I wish could dry up but seeing as they don't I try to overflow them in hopes of diluting the dirt with with fresh mementos of blooming tokens, aided and abetted by time and contentment.
emptying garbage bins hidden in filthy alleys, ridding them of their recollections that I wish could be recycled
Like residual waste they sit in a heap of rubbish
Piled high steaming regrets that often wash up through subconscious sewers into present thoughts
Befouled retrospections shimmering in the gutters of reflections that I wish could dry up but seeing as they don't I try to overflow them in hopes of diluting the dirt with with fresh mementos of blooming tokens, aided and abetted by time and contentment.
Vroom vroom
The kitchen beckons and I ignore. How I love this habit of mine though it doesn't hold up too long and I have to trudge towards it and why am I even complaining it's only just Monday but the thing is that today sped off with the speed of light and one moment I was cleaning my house and the other I'm here writing this.
I'd love to lie that this was a productive day however it barely touched the proverbial productive tip and I feel a bit let down.
I mean come to think of it I usually end up with about 4 hours to myself that is when I've nothing to do, no errands to run and no meetings.
I mean mornings are a whirlwind, the usual chores, workout and lunch and by the time I'm at my desk, stretching my neck to get on with business it's already nearly 1pm and those few hours melt away into nothing when I get on with things I want to do and soon it's dark, the cat meows, the sun sets, the night comes in kissing and I'm hovering over a stove.
Ah well..meals are so important and sometimes I envy people who don't mind eating out of cans and tins and do cereals for dinners or toss some frozen sausages in a skillet and nuke veggies in a microwave or just cook instant noodles.
Sometimes I wonder if that isn't the way to a certain happiness as opposed to hours in the kitchen, chopping, mincing, stirring, boiling, rolling, tempering, serving, washing and then repeat.
I'd love to lie that this was a productive day however it barely touched the proverbial productive tip and I feel a bit let down.
I mean come to think of it I usually end up with about 4 hours to myself that is when I've nothing to do, no errands to run and no meetings.
I mean mornings are a whirlwind, the usual chores, workout and lunch and by the time I'm at my desk, stretching my neck to get on with business it's already nearly 1pm and those few hours melt away into nothing when I get on with things I want to do and soon it's dark, the cat meows, the sun sets, the night comes in kissing and I'm hovering over a stove.
Ah well..meals are so important and sometimes I envy people who don't mind eating out of cans and tins and do cereals for dinners or toss some frozen sausages in a skillet and nuke veggies in a microwave or just cook instant noodles.
Sometimes I wonder if that isn't the way to a certain happiness as opposed to hours in the kitchen, chopping, mincing, stirring, boiling, rolling, tempering, serving, washing and then repeat.
Festive festoons
Who me?
Just setting the house ablaze with all sorts of lights at my disposal. Tea lights, candles, fairy lights et al, because there's soon to be a festival that is all about lights and though I'm not big on the whole Diwali thing it's the rituals I love.
Today is Dhanteras which means you need a bit of metal and I satisfy this ritual with a bit of Pantera and uh maybe a bit of shopping later tonight.
Just setting the house ablaze with all sorts of lights at my disposal. Tea lights, candles, fairy lights et al, because there's soon to be a festival that is all about lights and though I'm not big on the whole Diwali thing it's the rituals I love.
Today is Dhanteras which means you need a bit of metal and I satisfy this ritual with a bit of Pantera and uh maybe a bit of shopping later tonight.
Sunday, 4 November 2018
Saturday, 3 November 2018
Thee
That time of the night
when only you burn bright
as a phosphoric image
behind my eyes
so I shut them tight
while all that's around me dies
so I can live you
within my sight
when only you burn bright
as a phosphoric image
behind my eyes
so I shut them tight
while all that's around me dies
so I can live you
within my sight
Shoe shoo
Today I wore a pair of gorgeous moccasins that I've had for over a year and as much as I've worn them never have I ever worn them long enough.
Today was a true test in that I walked good and long and realized midway that the damn things were biting me.
A bit of bite is hardly an issue, for I'm not the one to complain about trivialities but these bastards bit me right through the tights I wore and they weren't just any tights but thicker meant for winter warm tights and if there's a pair of shoes that could imitate jaws for feet then I'm running in the exact opposite direction because after a while it became near impossible for me to walk in them, so much so that I limped and felt the skin peeling away from the backside of my foot where the shoes scraped a mighty hurt.
I could not take it to the point that instead of going where I was meant to I made a beeline to the nearest mall, limping as I was and walked in to a Decathlon store because I meant to buy a pair of sneakers for working out and this was a sign from high above or right below.
To buy the most comforting dark pair of shoes with a grey lining to match my jacket was for me a thing of the moment and oh the comfort of donning those absolutely lovely miracles on my feet.
It was almost as if I were walking on thick clouds, so deliciously cushy did they feel, oh how they hugged my feet and whispered soft promises of cozy snugness.
It felt like a new lease on life, like the ache and burden of having worn torture melt away with every step and the hospitable environment where my tormented feet suddenly found themselves in soothed my heart right to the roots of my darkening soul.
I can walk, run, climb mountains, scamper up trees and push the moon into the ground. That's how fabulously comforted I feel.
The lovely shoes that turned on me like traitors after all these times of being worn have now been dumped into the dustbin because I cannot abide by anything that is willing to hurt me.
Beauty might be pain but vanity to me is more about comforting pleasures and there is absolutely no way on this earth when I'd be willing to go through hurt especially on my feet.
Today was a true test in that I walked good and long and realized midway that the damn things were biting me.
A bit of bite is hardly an issue, for I'm not the one to complain about trivialities but these bastards bit me right through the tights I wore and they weren't just any tights but thicker meant for winter warm tights and if there's a pair of shoes that could imitate jaws for feet then I'm running in the exact opposite direction because after a while it became near impossible for me to walk in them, so much so that I limped and felt the skin peeling away from the backside of my foot where the shoes scraped a mighty hurt.
I could not take it to the point that instead of going where I was meant to I made a beeline to the nearest mall, limping as I was and walked in to a Decathlon store because I meant to buy a pair of sneakers for working out and this was a sign from high above or right below.
To buy the most comforting dark pair of shoes with a grey lining to match my jacket was for me a thing of the moment and oh the comfort of donning those absolutely lovely miracles on my feet.
It was almost as if I were walking on thick clouds, so deliciously cushy did they feel, oh how they hugged my feet and whispered soft promises of cozy snugness.
It felt like a new lease on life, like the ache and burden of having worn torture melt away with every step and the hospitable environment where my tormented feet suddenly found themselves in soothed my heart right to the roots of my darkening soul.
I can walk, run, climb mountains, scamper up trees and push the moon into the ground. That's how fabulously comforted I feel.
The lovely shoes that turned on me like traitors after all these times of being worn have now been dumped into the dustbin because I cannot abide by anything that is willing to hurt me.
Beauty might be pain but vanity to me is more about comforting pleasures and there is absolutely no way on this earth when I'd be willing to go through hurt especially on my feet.
And now
Who me?
Sitting idly somewhere far from home on a bench in front of a complex doing nothing in absolution save read a word or few that I love.
Sitting idly somewhere far from home on a bench in front of a complex doing nothing in absolution save read a word or few that I love.
Music vibes
My ears feel attuned to soft Sitar and flutes in the early hours of morning and oddly the cat seems to enjoy it too. In fact he goes close to the speakers, picks up his ears with an intent to listen, becomes drowsy and with the languorous grace that only a feline could manage saunters over to the couch and nods off to sleep.
I think that perhaps he adores this soft lilting classical music and currently there's Rag Yaman playing and now I feel if I shouldn't imitate the cat as well but no! There's bank work to be done.
I think that perhaps he adores this soft lilting classical music and currently there's Rag Yaman playing and now I feel if I shouldn't imitate the cat as well but no! There's bank work to be done.
Friday, 2 November 2018
The third
I could do with some better light but this is it for now. It's clocked under direct white fluorescent light and so looks bleached but even so.
to think..
There's a very lonely kid sitting on my couch, talking to Siri, asking her if she's human and questioning her about cats.
Friday foods
The usual but still unusual.
Rice noodles with seafood and a spicy fresh dressing full of citrus tang and spine shivering red chilli bits.
;/
That time of the morning when I can't decide whether I want to hear some lilting sitar or blast my speakers with heavy metal.
DevilDriver it is!
DevilDriver it is!