A recalcitrant daybreak. Not a morning person. Mood. Tears. Love. Bitchiness. Laughter. As always, front-above seats. Puffed-up hair. One-way bridge. Schoolish memories. Punjabi pizza.
And the world twists into shape on a full belly.
Two-minutes of frenzied dragon-boat fame. Two hours of walk-a-by grunting uphill. Memories of Delhi childhood.
Different paths -- ex-bandmates vs. Mr. Norrell.
The last seconds tick by in musical solitude. Soon to return to the hurly-burly sleep-wake.
A good day.
Love, peace, out.
Looking around furtively -- am I alone? Am I unobserved?
Ah, yes.
Good.
Stretching out a bit, cautiously at first, ready to protect exposed belly in case of sudden man-eater danger. But slow, gently, muscles relaxing, head lowering, eyelids dropping...
... who was that walking by?
Nobody.
Don't be such a pussy, I tell myself.
(To be continued)
The only difference is I'm informing you all that I've moved -
http://www.chanovich.com/animalfarm
There were three yams sitting in the kitchen cabinet, looking quite sad, from the 2-week-ago organic market visit. Thus, I thought I could make something out of them. First, I boiled them in plain water until they were very mashable. Two of them went into the cake production while the last one got stirred into a sweet cinnamon mix spread. I always wanted to make a moist cake but never seemed to find a chance or energy to do so. Having some nearly rotten ingredients is such a motivation boost! I deliberately left some yam chunks to give it more textures which works well. Now when I look at the photo, they can be mistaken as carrot slices. Not only it tastes nice (moist but not greasy), it smells amazing while in the oven. Now the problem is... I have only myself to finish off 10 pieces of them, S is away in the States for some intellectual-bullshit conferences. Any cake volunteers?
You can't start calling a place "home" until you make the first cake for it. Though this cake got a bit burnt (the base), the texture is still fine and even looks good from the top view. Perhaps this is what that keeps me awake late at night? Or just the idea of adopting a bunny drives me crazy. Either way, all are good here at our new place.
I'm trying to establish some habits here, especially "home-keeping" ones. Like, I'd love to go to the sunday organic markets to get veggies from the local farmers who are trying to survive in this little city with limited land and probably too much (much cheaper) produce from mainland China. I love chatting with them, asking them about how they grow the crops, how to take care of certain plants... you've got to have the heart for farming if you gave up your well-paid jobs for crop fields.
Am also thinking of some simple plants we can grow here. Not to get too complicated or unrealistic, we can grow garlic, onions, gingers, tomato... Will get a little tomato plant to start with this Sunday.
Show us a great smile.
This is a photo I often look at especially when I'm down or somehow feeling unhappy with the life I'm leading now. It's all relative, right. We all know that people who live in somewhat affluent societies in which they can get anything they want, given they've the abilities, are less satisfied with their lives. While in places where people try to survive on the basics, they're simply content with how lives are as long as they ends meet. Why don't we simply cut down on our desires/wants and live happier? Is it applicable to everyone that the ever-growing technology improves our lives? I'll remain sceptical.
Photo: A girl who got excited to see a camera asked me to take a photo of she and her father (even though it's not a digital camera, meaning that she wouldn't get to see the photo unless I sent one to her). An alley in Aleppo, Syria
等閑見春分
公升任命途
皆因東北月
聽完老農安
A curious mind put this to question Babel fish, and all he got was:
Not bored pulls out the ceramic diving
The commonplace sees the vernal equinox
liter no matter what the life
all because the northeast month
listens to the old farmer to be peaceful
I failed to pronounce واجِِِِِبات correctly last time. Shame on me.
(Trying to see how this blog posting area handles arabic scripts)
Observe closely. Yes, bunbun was dreaming. (and then slightly woke up cos of my approach)... oh well. Yes, he likes to sleep between a toilet and a door, blocking our access to the toilet.
