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 It's suddenly hot and I feel exhaustion washing over me these days every day after 2 in the afternoon I almost feel like I should shut my eyes and die for a while.

Why is this happening? In part, I feel my sleep isn't up to par with my daily activities. I need to sleep more, uninterrupted and maybe that's where my answer lies. I have the same limb aches one experiences from lack of sleep and maybe I need to give myself some more couch time and not be whirring about the house at all times. It's like I'm on my toes the entire day, almost failing to achieve my daily goals and rushing into one activity after another like it's some kind of race.

Ugh.

Perhaps it's a seasonal thing. I find myself sneezing a lot these days. It's allergy season and that could be one reason I'm feeling this way?

Right now I'm in the mood for tea and I didn't drink any of my cold brew today because damn that stuff is potent and lashes me about like a rag doll!!!!!

could that be the reason I'm feeling this way? It plays havoc with my sleep. 

Let's see how I feel tomorrow and I'll update.

For now, I almost feel like going to sleep. Maybe I shouldn't have worked out as strenuous today? My left quad is throbbing from yesterdays workout and today I added weights as I did lunge pulses and Bulgarian splits. hmm. Too many things to contemplate.

Tomorrow is a rest day. Let's see where we land up.

not cool

Just found out that this is going to be a long weekend.
A full three-day long weekend and it bothers me.
I don't want to be doing anything but somehow my weekends are maxed out with activities because it's almost like I'm working for two on such days.

I'm somehow not looking forward to this Friday but then again tomorrow is Thursday and this week I get to celebrate it like Friday except I don't know how!

I have however decided to dedicate myself to the kitchen tomorrow and cook up many a thing both for the blog as well for the recipe book so that's hopeful or maybe not!
who could say?

ugh

That I've been fuming, snarling within, disconcerted and angry at everything would be almost accurate because my emotions are often out of their depth and this time at the opposite end of the love spectrum because for various reasons this weekend wasn't the most benevolent of days.
I was called if you can believe it 'manipulative' because of a difference of opinion that escalated into some sort of verbal war and all because my thoughts, ideas and views over certain prevailing topics of this world aren't in line with existing ones and I was silly enough to espouse them, even though I know better than to express something not in conformity with value systems that other homo sapiens of this Domus believe in.
Instead of shutting down and changing topics I retaliated with my own perspective and found myself getting upset over idiotic replies that made me realize that everything I say is understood in most convoluted fashions and it was then when I tried to correct the counter agreement that the label 'manipulative' was conveniently plastered over me and it hurt to hear it.
 Never have I ever known myself to be that person, nor has anyone ever called me that but that small exchange of words had me looking for my recently sharpened knife and it served to severely dull my outlook, my confidence, my mood and demeanour and this weekend which was supposed to be that magical day turned to ashes. 

also today in present

It's that glorious glorious weather again.
Sunny, breezy, pleasantly cool; curtains billowing into the house in balloon-like sheaths of white gauze, blowing in clean gusts of mild wind making you feel all's right with the world again.

The clouds are rolling dice with sudden shadows and abrupt sun, but all in good fun, since they're wispy and threadbare white, not too threatening and it feels just right

And me?
Oh, just another something snagged in the ever-flowing mundanity of a domestic weekend when laziness is the byword in celebration of jadedness.
What can you do save nothing?

In other news, I finally get to watch the 3rd installment of the planet of the apes. Yes, it finally released here and I'm not the one to miss any of it.

We were warned

about the typhoon that was due to hit this side of the world (Shanghai) on the weekend and I thought it to be a mere warning, like a hundred mere warnings, except there was a sonic boom last night and the clouds regurgitated whatever they'd eaten these past few days in a horrific case of bulimic affliction. The purge was numbing and the only thing I worried about was the light that would be affected the next day, for I had a few hundred pictures still to click since my recipe was only half done yesterday, and as I sit typing this with a sour face, staring out into the night that is this day hoping for a miracle, I'm assured that it's pretty much up to me to do a bit of play with lights, what with reflecting sheet and lamps.

I'm a bit sad but here's a good bit of news. I found a couple tea bags that are non-caffeinated and thusly no good but here's keeping hopes high. 

weekend shabam

What's worse than living through weekdays?
having a busy weekend, and that's what exactly what the next few days looming over head look like.
I could compare them to a guillotine but my head won't be rolling out into a basket anytime soon, and even if it does there's going to be a ginormous smile on its face trying to hide the anguish of getting my head lopped off for no good reason, or maybe there is a good reason, but nothing justifies a decapitated body.

What am I even talking about?
Just that I might get mighty busy come tonight.
Tomorrow will begin early like any other weekday because there's someplace I needs be at a time that's considered appropriate waking up time on a Saturday.


Life I tell you..

party people die here

I received the most obviously blatantly unblushing message this morning asking 'where's the party tonight'.
Gods, I do not know where it is. I mean it's not nearly 9:00 am and I haven't the nerve to even think about eating fried food and getting drunk while meditatively chewing on a banana and whoever sent this message seemed like he was in pretty high spirits already.

I do not know if my body is currently up to any partying, because right now, as I type this it's pretty much ready to part ways with my soul.

Putting it through a brutal wringer of almost 2 hours of workout, mostly influenced after reading that party message and punishing my body beforehand before it dwells in to any excesses I'm feeling a bit like putty right now.
Going especially strong on my rhomboids my arms and shoulders aren't ready to as much as lift air and I won't even mention the pilates that the almost killed me just because I added 3 extra reps to each exercise.

I could say yoga is most rejuvenating but today's yoga flow made me realize my hamstrings were rawer than a living cow and to say the I went moo with every fold and aasan would be a statement most beguiling.

towards the end my body was one with my exercise mat and wild horses wouldn't drag me away while I calmed down and swam out of the puddle that was my sweat.

And oh, in a fit of virtuous rage I cooked some porridge complete with bananas, chia seeds, soy milk and nuts..ooh..it tasted like yesterdays newspaper.

So no. I'm in no mood to party.

If anything I'm going to calmly relearn how one walks without looking like a lopsided giraffe with a bad case of gravitational meltdown.

nothing

Friday..dieday?
No!!
It's an absolutely nothing day, compounded with a few more tons of freshly foaming nothing writhing in a mire of empty spaces. Blanks a doozy and naught diddly nullity.
How much more emphasis does one lay on the divine truth of nothing absolution?
Well, the path to oblivion is crumbed by voids and one has to tread on the nonexistence to reach the zero of zot.
But let me not trifle on nothingness, for zilch will be the outcome, and what are we if not all about insignificance?

Past repast

About a weekend gone past-

 I found myself in a quick getaway from Shanghai, a few hours drive, in a city called Suzhou, part of Jiangsu province 

Also sometimes known as the 'Venice' of China, due to its system of canals and houses constructed along its banks. 

It was beautiful and green and had a good number of ancient or old gardens and scenic spots. A lot of them were UNESCO heritage, and they were breathtakingly beautiful. 

Like this bonsai garden. Why not? Such beautiful teeny bonsai. This was a place called Tiger Hill. 

It was an old town, and I loved the yellow here, absolutely irrelevant, but it had such a romantic old vibe to it. 

No, I wasn't a part of any boating shenanigans, but it's does make a pretty picture. 

Female version of 'Buddha', known as 'Tara'. 

These fruit offerings were plastic. How do I know? I touched them of course. 

Sandpaper minutes

Sunday's are also that time of the week when my refrigerator is veggie devoid, save a few measly odd bits of wilted flora knocking about, when all you really wish for is a garden of assorted greens. 

So what does one do? 

- well, you haul up your socks and pay your nearest vegetable market a prolonged visit in the early hours of a Sunday morning..and that is exactment what I did, mon ami..for buying fresh vegetables or at least as least genetically modified as possible is one of my favourite things to do..oui Monsieur. 

And to say that I was wholeheartedly distracted by a wonderful noodle shop would be an understatement..because I was mesmerized by it, and stood gaping like a goldfish. 

Of course I bought more than I should, but then why not? I'll be having 'em all week..I guess. 

Marché de légumes in question.

And boy did I green myself. 

And came home, to find my best friend purring outside the door. Waiting to be let in, just so he could sleep. 

Such is life..he's been scratching on my wooden floors..the feline fiend, the adorable ass..

He's a sleep contortionist.