and this and that

Good lunch that. Apples, cucumbers, chickpeas, kidney beans topped with fronds of dill. High protein low fat and good with roughage too.
What did I eat? a bit of brown rice with peas and carrots.

Well, I'm kinda glad that I can send videos to this blog. Look forward to a lot more videos then.

That time of the day when I feel like a bit of coffee but perhaps I'll indulge in a bit of homemade hot chocolate instead. The caffeine purge still lives, and it will be a few more days before I can drink any tea or coffee.

evening soon and this house will inhabit a lonesome twosome pair of strangers.

Talking of charging wires, they're a bane to modern living. and my hate for wires is phenomenal. Almost feels like living in a wire forest. one move and you'll get entangled in wiry fury.
I've rectified this issue in my house by dedicating an extension chord completely to chargers. More like a charging station. It has my phone, computer, fitness band every which charging wire stemming out its socket like a skinny leviathan. One has only to stroll over to the table and plug in their gadget.

I can't have wires snaking all over the damn house.

Which reminds me, I have to charge my playstation controllers.

Well, like I'd guessed, it didn't stay as sunny as mornings would have you believe. The outside now is shrouded in shade getting frigid by the day.
There's a weird chill to these winters. I'll try to put it in words sometime.

hop

My current background music is a constant chirp from a cluster of birds, and this is a novelty in a city or a country where birds were killed by the millions.

A non-stop avian conversation is reassuringly more calming than any man made noises; perhaps a consolation that all is right with the world..  no signs of radiation.
  Just a comfort to know that there are other forms of life, living, breathing, existing along with you.. that you're not alone.

It's difficult to not feel lonely especially when you want to be alone. When you're not seeking desolation, but only hoping for a bit of comfortable isolation. When you want to be conveniently withdrawn, but fear being forgotten.
It's fun being a recluse until people stop caring.

There's soft trill and loud warble to remind you of the world outside, that you can be a part of the microcosm anytime you want.

On the other hand however, who wants to be a part of that terrene when your entire megacosm is shrunk to backlit gadgets?
  I know someone out there might suggest an app that imitates real chirruping of birds, and an update might even add roosting songs to it.
You've got the whole world in your hand, for reals.

General blahs

Did my horizon just burst with a thousand flames or what?

I was going to complain about vast empty canvases insufficiently smudged by meagre drops of ink, and lo and behold..but never nearly enough. We're aiming at Jackson Pollocking the virtual space. Minimalism is so last week. :)

Ugh New Years, there's something almost reptilian about the whole welcoming feel of another year. Wet, cold, feelingless, slimy and revolting. Like a minute before I was in another world, and a minute later, the blackhole's been opened, and we're going to get sucked into some vortex that'll take us to some other time in another dimension.
All this crazy welcoming for just that one minute that'll take us into another date change.

Another day, another year. It bugs me that almost as soon as I get used to writing that year, I've to accustom myself with another date.
What am I doing? traveling to some safe place, mountains, a bit of snow, a bit of nothing, a bit of hope.
To this date, I've never made any resolution, and that's probably my resolution..to make none. To stick to a bit of chaos, and hope for a bit of anarchy in this sea of sanity.
Though, I think I've had my fill of anarchy and disturbances last (this) year..so here's to a bit of holy mess, to drowning in a babel of passion and despair.

Perhaps I'll assume the existence of a shadow..dying each night only to resurrect every morning. being a phoenix is too tiresome I think..not that I've anything against those birds.

Yeah, uke..boy am I going to play it and record it..I don't know how and where, but I will and put it up soon.. and If I' able to figure that out, perhaps I'd record some poems too..though I don't know how I'd react to listening my own voice.

About headaches:
I'd take a heartache over a headache anytime (or not). Headaches are satan's henchman much like violator from spawn. They just don't go, and you can't will them away. They'll keep gnawing you on the inside, harass, exasperate and aggravate you to the point that you'd wish you could dismantle your head and hang it by the window.. those limbless demons of agonizing misery.
 It sucks on your happiness and any inclination you might have towards existence. Headaches aren't for the faint of heart..sometimes only a medicine would do. If I could, I would nuke each headache out of existence.
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Sometimes I think of heaven, its roads paved with blades and nails, its walls painted with smoke and flames, but it's heaven still

I remember enquing a million songs in winamp, a thousand years ago.. I've started to do that with my chores now-not necessarily chores exactly though, for house chores are those few things I'm absolutely evangelical about. I'd finish them no matter what the nature of apocalypse.
I've enqued things to do. Update my food blog.. I have to, finish my new drawing, start reading a new book, finish a couple books I've been writing (yeah, like that's gonna happen anytime soon) but seriously one of them is a cookbook, start my youtube drawing channel, record uke..go mad in the process.. and yes oh yes,,refresh like a maniac.

There's more, there's always more..and soon.