Instant Gratification

The moment you wake up, its all you can think of. Speed up the mundane tasks of brushing, rinsing and brushing again, you think; forget the mouthwash, that's just another 30 seconds depraving you of what you need most. The iron could not smooth out the creases any slower; you're snarky and short tempered as you yearn for it, as it consumes you.

Speeding down the staircase, jumping off onto the landing, a little stumble as you can hardly contain your self. A hurried grab and a quick whisk and you feel like you can finally breathe. The pang dies down as you take the first sip. The concoction makes its way down your throat, up your brain, and you feel alive again. Another long sip and you finally have a hold of yourself.

Instant Coffee. Instant Gratification

Paper Covers Rock. But What about Hygiene?

You walk the streets emperors once did , drive past lanes donning the genius of men, gaze upon the ever broadening skyline of innovation- yet you sit in a cubicle with no muslim shower. Its appalling yet intriguing ( and cringe worthy), how even after all the innovation and advancements in technology and medicine, personal hygiene was so easily missed. The washrooms get fancier, Grohe would know, yet a simple tool remains missing till now in the western washroom.

Yes, the bidet has become a rare sight in some restrooms, primarily at hotel but the concept of moving yourself from one seat to the next evades me- all you need is a plumber and a pipe, Presto Chnageo- Muslim Shower. The weatern world's aversion or unacceptability of the muslim shower has forced many to keep an empty coke bottle handy (personally i prefer Lipton's Ice Tea bottle). Rude and unflattering, it has become a necessity or one must either cringe at the discomfort of improper hygiene or hang up on nature's call- neither are a viable option.

So why are they so adamant,so fixed in their ways that they cannot give a little room for a water sprout. Many may argue they wash them selves in the shower once they are done- really? shower after every run to the loo? And what about in public places? offices, malls, airports ( worse trains), don't know about you but we do feel a little ick thinking about taking the seat next to knowing about the useless piece of paper you've disposed off.

So here's an earnest request to the successors of Michelangelo, the Wright brother, the Physicists and countless Nobel laureates- bring home the muslim shower. 

Times are a Changing

And more uncertain than ever

The (attempted) Comeback

How do you know you haven't blogged in a really really real-ly long while: you cant remember how to add a new post. So its that time of year again when the year is about to end and you wonder (just for the heck of writing your blog so you can put off starting your major assignment- im sick of writing in the second person so now I) have i accomplished enough?Wow this is boring me too.ugh i feel sick.Too much food in my tummy..*pukey*

I'll tell you what i have done through out the year-obsess, obsess over my weight. Its been over a year and i haven't eaten an entire or even half a packet of king chips.Or had a proper slice of cake (unless i'm skipping lunch and going right to dessert) but now my body is rebelling, it wants more, no longer will banana and yogurt suffice, it wants pasta that everyone else on the table is having( or maybe that's just my lack of self control).But the point of this rambling is that i miss being carefree. I miss having a burger and a chocolate sundae in one meal-happier times. However, nostalgia and my very compelling sweet tooth are over powered by-well Kate Moss puts it quite accurately-"nothing tastes as good as skinny feels". While, i don't live by this, whats scary is that i wish i did. I may roll my eyes every time there is a comment about my insanity,but honestly, i know its true (well not entirely-denial?). I count calories, i wanted a weighing scale for my birthday, i constantly want to be reassured that I'm not fat, if i could i may even have kind of starved my self, its disconcerting, its obsessive, its true.

Obsession-its turned me into a girl obsessed.

So Sunday is over..well almost

1. Cleaned my room( didnt affect inhabitability levels-now there is a big fat lizard lurking in here somewhere)
2. Did my bit for the report
3. Made brilliant( yet do-able) plans of completing two chapters of org.behaviour
4. Wasted 3/4 of the day (yes that means i did no ob)

Must study!
Switching off relax-mode now.*click*

Change

The green was making me sick, but this white hurts the eyes..i really cant decide which one to go with..This post is quite pointless but "updating my blog" sounds a lot better than "procrastinating"..ergo "change"-not only brought about by its inevitable nature but also by my indecisiveness..green?white?

The blog must go on

*numb*.*blank*..also i'm not the non-stressor i thought i was. I think i mistook the defensive-shut down for calmness..oh well its a revelation none the less..those are always helpful ..right?