Wa Pei

So it's The End. The end of 2009.

Christmas was almost on a "sleep over" mode. Yeah I prepared dinner and eve's supper. Plenty of food. A bottle of wine.

Greetings. One email from Eilla, 3 or four sms' in a "forward" style of greetings (including such: "Merry christmas da!", nothing in reply to my greetings I sent, in a form of sms or email. Neat. A record I'd say. Phone didn't ring even once. Got used to it, its kind of silent for months here.

Someone said I earned it. Maybe.

...maybe because of the silence on my side...but then again...friends... "friends"...

Short conversation on the phone with my mum on the Christmas eve, ended in tears, its really hard to listen to your mother's cry, specially on evening like this.

I'm here. Land without seasons, land with no mercy. Sell, buy, look good be happy. Monoculture to the max, monoculture squared. iPhone-ized, Lambo-ized reality.

(silly beetle hitting its tiny head on the monitor.Disturbing.Poor creature.)

I'm the screen.

I feel sad.

Alone.

The next days.

Very slowly coming back to reality, shadows of a plastic Christmas trees. Old woman (waitress) said I look like Richard Clayderman, she said that like some sort of an insult.

After accepting my order, she twisted swiftly on her feet and from a distance she announced with angry (serious!) face expression: "and you look like Richard Clayderman hor!"... like I did something to her, i had to check who's that guy later... oh god! o.o

Enough you have slightly longer hair.

Its obsolete anyway, because today I just cut my hair short, its neat i like it. Was fast and painless and stylist chick almost raped me washing my hair..I was praying she'd never stop..that was the best massage of my head I ever had in my life. Orgasmic and ended with breathed out whisper "so handshume" =.=" whatever it means I loved it. Only for that massage and shampooing of my hair I will go there again.

And Lily said that she's sweet, not ugly and better than stylist Buoei (Boey?..dang these Chinese names).

So yeah I will have better hair next year for sure :))

I'm tired, dear world I am so damn tired. I will slow down and close this circus for a bit. I need to hibernate. I will try to get up right after New Year's Eve, unless some unexpected circumstances ...

Happy New Year world, and thank you for stopping by in my private weird zone.

This shall be the last song (this year) in here... :)

   

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Sunday. Just food.

I'm not really happy as you probably know, just to divert my troubled attention... I decided to cook.

Here it is. My rustic dinner. Sorry no recipes.

Red Wine Soup, Shiraz Minestrone (my humble invention).

The taste is about balance of  vegetables for broth and as usual Two Minutes Sauce ;). Base broth: vegetable broth (cauliflower, white radish, tomatoes, cabbage, capsicum), soup balm: french beans, red onions (shallots), bit of smoked bacon, 1 1/2 glass of cabernet sauvignon shiraz (the best vintage like in my soup, wine supposed to be crispy, rich and heavy in aroma and bouquet, otherwise its a waste of soup)

And it was yummy =}

Hmm this is..chicken, I've been told its the best chicken ever made, so well here it is, this dish has no name yet tho and maybe it doesn't look too impressive, but indeed its yummy. Marinated only 30 minutes in special Thai herb "lemon basil" (no idea what its real name) and specially prepared leeks(secret). Fried without oil with only one teaspoon of butter, later shimmered with magical Crispy Fresh Veggie mix (capsicum, onions something and something and one spoon of dry chili powder and..something Stewed for a bout 8 to 10 minutes. :P, it has refreshing crisp taste, with pleasant sweet and delicately sharp (chili) aftertaste. It isn't spicy dish. I'm so gonna patent it one day.

just french bean, cooked and later fried with white and black sesame seeds. with just a drop of butter.

Milk butter mashed. What else :) But its fluffy taste is LOVELY..simple stuff and whoa, taste like chicken!

Super Duper special roasted eggplant with Chinese leek and brushed with onion oil.

My desert, this pretty, too colorful flower, that's a set of strawberries in apricot milk (mashed apricot with specially prepared milk) on bed of bananas with vanilla raspberry snowball and freckled with arabica coffee.

That's all folks =}

PS.

Oh sorry I know "lame presentation" ... oh well. Camera? what camera? I have Omnia 2 ...so don't expect much for a cellphone.

Temporary shutdown of "me"

It's been one of the lamest years in the last decade.  To me, that is.

But last five days changed me completely. I lost even my Always Beautiful Thursdays, I've seen things and observed carnival of memories in my head like moments before dying. Everything changed in me.

I realized now. It was the worst Thursday I ever had in my life.

Nothing is gonna be the same anymore. I know never is, and every day even slightly shifts us into unknown areas, but this time its The Change, drastic brutal change of everything. Awakening into dark areas I never knew they exist. At this very moment I am able to agree on everything what my mother said about me in moments of most fierce wordy battles between her ego and "rebellious" me, I'm a loser babe..oh yeah I am a loser.

...but I like my log I like these crooked sentences, my WORDS messed up to the point in which they transcribe  into shape-shifting messages of even most intimate feelings, like slightly too intellectual song or  haiku of the lame sort. Sentences that tell stories in more than one possible way, into multiple meanings and hidden information. Its all about my mind, my tricky mind that writes here, its more like direct transmission of my thoughts into html format.

My HTML form of unwinding...no my html-ized emotions, state of mind and spirit. I have 12 drafts, including empty entries with only title. I have a readers I don't know, I have unknown visitors from Sherrills Ford, Koszalin, Toyota and even Bulgarians coming to my blog from google in the search of "Et moi dans mon coin" translation, and this all like (...) 

 Eighteen days of 2009 that left to go, won't change me more, won't do any justice or promises of the new 2010. I will try to survive, I will have to accept the changes. In between I shall prepare some Christmas shaped entry. Just to celebrate it with my blog. I still have time. For now technical shutdown of my thoughts would do good.