chixxed Aloud

 it is disheartening that people can comment, criticise and compare without knowing the context. remember, context is all. we strive so hard on our own. you have no idea how difficult it is to be leading separate lives in separate time zones and separate continents and yet be where we are now. it is only too unfair to take a snapshot of a morsel of this time continuum and pass a verdict on it, on a mere basis of relativity. you give no chances, make no allowances. you isolate the situation as it is. 

maybe ignorance is truly bliss. 

 YIPPPEEE FOR URBANEUROPE!!

I'm seriously considering the revival of my jewellery business. Maybe I overcame the dearth of inspiration and motivation that's been plaguing me for the past (almost) 2 years. And I might be pass the 'beginner phase' that was showing through so much in the jewellery - lack of discipline, technicality and general tidiness - which I must apologise for now.

I could do with more ideas. 

 we took a breather in the park today and ran up slopes till i thought my lungs were going to explode and got lost and started pretending we were animals and sat on sloshy grass probably on deer poop watching the deers munch away on the young spring plants till it started raining and we had to go home.

 h is tres adorable. after sleeping for half a day, he wakes up in despair to realise that he wouldnt be skiing in actuality, in real time. also he starts speaking japanese in a loud voice, mostly (and probably) inspired by the Naruto manga he's been devouring in the day. he tells me, with his eyes half closed, 'i'm under a genjutsu, casted by a sharingan' - and the only reason why I'm able to spell those things is because he's been forcing me to watch anime episodes with him. 

 the call home today was heartwarming. it landed smack in the middle of dinnertime and while instructing mom to find this particular dress in my wardrobe for h to bring over, i could overhear a conversation in the background between dad and h about airborne things. and then the phone had to be passed to h to tell him about the dress to act as backup in case my mom fails to find it. i couldnt be more bothersome. 

thanks to a discreet metal canister in the cupboard, i made myself half boiled eggs in soy sauce and white pepper and crustless toast for breakfast today. (tip: put eggs in lidded metal canister for 10 minutes - accuracy is essential -  in boiling water then voila)

 When youre starved of curry and need a quick fix (forget indian take-out):

Ingredients

Boneless chicken fillet 
Madras Curry Powder (1-1.5 tsp depending on your severity of starvation)
Double Cream (you'll know when to stop pouring)
1 Spring Onion
1 Tomato
1 Shallot

The way to do it

Cut up chicken into bite-sized pieces.
Marinate in double cream and madras curry powder for 2 hours or so.
Chop up spring onion, tomato and shallot.
Pour a teeny olive oil into pan, throw in shallots when oil is heated.
Pour chicken + marinate into pan, stir with shallots and leave it to cook and bubble.
When chicken is almost done (you'll know when its cooked), stir in tomato and spring onion.
Leave it to cook for another 1-2 mins and
YOU'RE DONE.

Serve
Eat with naan or rice while its piping hot.
Serves 1.

Best impromptu, fuss-free meal ever made.

 Dear Diary,

Have you ever came across a piece of clothing you knew was The One, a piece of clothing you know you'd wear with everything in your wardrobe and for the rest of your life, bring it to the tailor if the zip gets stuck or the threads come loose, weather Storm Fickle season after season and yet never seem to get dowdy but instead garnering compliments for its evergreen-ivity?

I came across mine at All Saints yesterday. It was on sale and i couldn't afford still. I must be black veiled for awhile.

x Girl_in_mourning

ok. i can't remember how much i spent. but i'm going to have to return like 3/4 of the things i bought because they're mostly random impulse buys and i don't think i can afford to keep all of them. also i would like to kiss and make out with the return policy here. its absolutely pro-consumer and so so good to chronic unhealthy shoppers (like me).

Perhaps choosing not to go home for christmas this year was both a good and bad idea.

Lets start with what's bad first: i'm home-alone. having the sun set at 3.30 minus whatever cheeriness the sun might bring is not funny. slipping and falling on the road because i mistakenly wore my pair of high heeled boots out is not only tragic in itself, but because i smashed the lovely hot muffins i bought with my flailing hands while falling makes the entire situation even more poignant. not to mention i have to keep calling home like doing some sort of reporting duty to reassure my overly anxious mom that I'M FINE AND COPING WELL hur hur.

Tell you what's good: i make myself fantastical desk-bound meals because i have the whole kitchen and all its equipment/utensils to myself. i take long hot showers and soak in the bathtub with rose petals( ok this i'm exaggerating although i'd like to drop by loccitane on boxing day to buy some bath bubbles on sale) and read several pages of my book before getting out when my skin starts to become wrinkly. turning up the volume on my iHome speakers so that ingrid michaelson could be heard everywhere in the house from my room; skyping loverboy in the kitchen while making beef stew and saying 'i love you' at the top of my voice without being discreet; leaving dishes unwashed in the sink till several hours later - basically going about life without the need to be considerate because there is simply no one to be considerate towards. i never realised until it happened - but this is actually quite liberating. 

Merry Christmas <3