Ugh

I'm logged out of my insta account and like a barbarian I don't remember the password anymore. How's that possible? I've tried the most likely passwords and those aren't it. This is supremely lame.

Nighttime tattle

Scattered pieces of broken light.

at the precipice of lingering shadows and emerging illumination, there are spaces where the dark almost blurs silently into the bright. 

when it's a dimly lit night and the bed hugs you back with a tenderness so fierce, it absolves you of your daily sins, absorbs you into a mattressy depth of soft layers and springy jauntiness.

When it isn't too late but not too early either. 

Sleep around the corner and dreams in the making..and a series of flashing images and thoughts as projected by an unforgiving mind. In a pupil curtain, when your eyes shut; somber shadows emerge from the murky depths of psychedelic flashes of nothing, from the backstage of a retina. Dissolving faces evolving into a rainbow of mummified memories. 

To date

It feels odd that I can post here without connecting to the Vpn. 

I always thought food courts were largely meant to be derided..Food courts are the ultimate bane to good food..so I'd thought. One shouldn't eat there nor let their loved ones go anywhere near the remotest semblance of a food court..yet here in Bangkok I was referred to dine at a food court for the real Deal..'you want Thai food, real Thai food, then go to a food court. It has none of that bla bla Thai cuisine' I was told. And so I did venture into a food court..a rather popular one too. 

One that's connected through a succession of roads on a skywalk, on the roof of a crazy popular mall. 

To say that this food court was an exhaustively mad local and tourist haunt would be an understatement. 

If I didn't know better, I'd think this were a stampede. 

It's spilling over with locals and tourists like moi. 

I mean come on. I couldn't  stand at one place and take pictures. The lines mustn't stop. 

So much food..it was impossible to come to a singular dish decision.. and so we ate a lot. 

Oh man it feels good to write..soon. 

Cataclysmic

Imma purrrr

I'm a cat. Lovely cat. Cute cat. Cat pictures. Cat poem..cat cat cat. Yes I'm a cat. Get over it.

look at me stretch 

lick and scratch

a bowl of food, 

a drink of water 

open the door and let me out 

only I won't go

I will rub my furry self against your bare leg 

and let you think that I need something, only I don't 

or perhaps I do, but you'll never know 

for if you're fickle, then I'm ficklest 

soft little fur ball of meowing tempest

are these clean sheets? 

I need to claw them into frayed knots

what's a 600 thread count? 

I'm shedding, let me fur ball all over you

Yes, I might have been scratching outside of our window

For the past hour 

because I wanted to come in 

and yes, it's been only 30 seconds

and I want to be let out 

but I can hear lightening 

it's about to rain 

there's an ugly cat peeing in my terrain 

out or in? I haven't decided

maybe a nibble more 

and then I'll see what I really want

are these wooden floors? 

I liked the ones made of mud far better

I'm sleepy

go away, no wait 

Come back..or go away

Ok pet a little 

let me sleep..see you later 

Bewitched in layers

Hefty sandwich for lunch 

oh and there's work..so much work. From preparing the guest room to binge watching new anime series. Yessir..I'm hooked on to a new anime series called 'Mononoke' not to be confused with 'princess Mononoke' 

More on this series later, for I am only on the second episode and I can't get enough of the conflagration of colours that has entranced my screen. 

The animations have a beautiful paper quality to them and the coloring feels like it's done with water colours. 

Beautiful!..soon. 

Daliesque mornings

I couldn't pull myself out of bed to prepare breakfast and or pack lunch. It makes me feel a bit guilty, even though it ideally shouldn't, but still. 

I woke up to my doorbell, which is rather odd, because I'm never expecting anyone to come lunging into my house in mornings. Thankfully the doorbell is a sonorous little twang and didn't manage to usurp my waking dreams.

Who could it be? Not the cat surely, he doesn't care much about the doorbell. 

There were three little kids, dripping with sweat and grinning, holding the cat. 

Apparently they intercepted the cat while coming upstairs and thought it a brilliant idea to present him to me clutched in their childish vice like grip. 

The eldest one was seven and the youngest kid was five, two boys and a girl, (Prince, Pearl and Pearce ) and they stood grinning, sweating holding out the cat, who eventually meowed himself to be let in and then disappeared in the folds of my sunlit living room. 

What am I supposed to do with three little kids, just standing outside?

Of course I know these children, I've often seen them running up and down the stairs, with their mother in tow, apologizing about their noise and generally being apologetic each time I greet her. 'I'm sorry about the din my children make' She'd say. 

'Think nothing of it, they're kids' I'd say, and with a casual wave of hands I'd dismissed her apologies. 

Well, today, seeing as the three little lucifers stood outside the door, I let them in, and offered them chocolates. 

Big mistake- the letting them in part not the chocolate part. 

They came, they saw, they turned my house upside down and it wasn't even 9:00am yet. 

I was sorry for poor Gogi, for they lifted the cat with his ears, played him like a marionette, squeezed and cajoled him like a clay figurine. 

Fiddled with my PlayStation remotes, did unspeakable things to my roomba, and pointed in every direction asking 'what is this?'..it is a cricket ball, a tube of cream, a souvenir from Vienna, a flute, a sports watch, a dumbbell, a rolling pin, a coaster, a beer keg, a pack of playing cards..

Uhh, I'd to play them my ukulele to have them quiet down and become a bit docile. 

After fifteen minutes of uke strumming, they'd finally calmed down, and decided to leave the premises and go back home to do their homework. 

Their summer vacations are on, which means I'll hear my doorbell ringing more often than I'd like. 

In the one hour that these kids flowed into my house, I felt like my whole world was going upside down. 

I realized with a heavy heart, why their mother keeps apologizing. 

They didn't misbehave, they were just naughty as kids are supposed to be. 

My heart goes to the poor cat, who looks every bit as shell shocked as me, and is now asleep under the couch. 

I'm sorry Gogi, I'll do well to hide you when these marauders embark on another giggling home invasion. 

 

Ah..oh..

That silent time of the night, when the only noise is a steady snore from a distant resident on the other side of a bed. 

One moment I was bitching about this day and in a strange turn of whirlpool events, today seemed to drain off into a vacuum between chores and phone calls. 

On a scale of dead and decaying, I'd place me at a rigor mortis, that is to say I'm extraordinarily tired and weirdly not too sleepy. 

My mind isn't alert enough to read a book, and my eyes aren't heavy enough to call it a night. 

Perhaps some music might be a soothing remedy..in a weird twist of cosmic justice, or rather cosmic jinx or that old adage about two hearts beating as one and so forth, I'd come across the song 'war paintings' by myrrors just a few days back and was not only blown away but also regrettably found myself lacking any good narcotics..and made a mental note to fix this folly on my next visit to the homeland. 

This song was only short of shooting chemical into my veins and man oh man did I fall in love with it and again when it showed up on my screen today. 

How's this possible? Oh come on. It's a sign. You shouldn't ignore signs they say. Ah, I was positively radiant, and maybe this little ray of hopeful assurance, that perhaps we are walking similar paths made me light up..for today was a pretty dull day. 

Sighs.