the month that was!

time flies manically fast. it feels like as if i arrived here just yesterday, and now it's time to leave. my head is filled with a maelstrom of thoughts. what after i leave....? sad life? rocking life? semi-sad life? semi-happy life? i guess now my head is cluttered with a maelstrom of queries. so many maelstroms ain't good.

the villa is uber rocking, uber cool, uber funny..too many ubers again. what is up with the repetitive me? i was never meant for hostels here, i have a home here. so, came home the very first night, experiencing an evening bike ride. the rider, too, had a girl as the pillion for the very first time. guess, it was more exciting for him, than it was for me. dinner was yummy, homemade delicacies. the next phase was that of pain, 'back pain'. pain, be it physical or mental, is bad. laugh out loud! two shots were poked on his buttocks, i wasn't there, was else where fetching medicines. poor fellow! guess i missed the funny sight. that pain was aggravated by a lot of things. carelessness and desire was profound.

lies can never be under covers for long. people, one sane advice i gotta give....PLEASE DON'T LIE, just like HIPS DON'T LIE! jeez, i am so corny. whatever!
the point is, truth brings with it peace of mind. lies ensure sleepless nights, loss of appetite, crankiness and high blood pressure (low blood pressure in my case). but the high point comes if you can confess your lies. i did, and i felt great. also' i vowed never to get tangled up in so many lies. my case had become pretty melodramatic, but it taught me a lesson for good.

i love cooking. hated it a month back. people say i am a good cook, maybe they pretend to like what i cook. but whatever the case is..it is a wonderful feeling to see people relish the food you cook. i have become an expert with spices. the unbeatable mistress of spices.

the late night movie plans on the 'fucked-up' laptop were nice. could never even watch one movie without dozing off mid-way. the other one would start snoring much before my eye-lids start 'free-falling'. the gym regime of the hunks was inspiring, but all it lead to was added laziness and added sleepiness. and of course added food for breakfast. hershey's milk, boiled eggs, brown bread, bananas, pears, juices....i am sure we ate a lot of nutritional jazz. but the work-outs were missing after two days. however the rocking breakfast still continued. and it still is. six-pack abs was a dream and people are still dreaming. 'dream-on'.

the music scene is good. turquoise trail is pretty laidback and inactive these days, but still the hunger for good music is on. we, the music aficionados, tried our stunt with many songs, some norah, some avril, some lionel, some no doubt, so eagles, some blaah blaah! tripping to good music is a habit. the trip that some other jazz gives is good. but the other one overdoes it. we fought, nastily. thanks to the friendly herb. feel like jotting down some cheesy lines. oops! a complete no-no for cheesy stuff.

tonight, i shall accompany the other one in preparing dinner. some comedy, some gyan, some mimicry, some love. rocking!