Happy Goat-ey aka Percy

Filed under: photography Tagged: animals, goats, happy, smiling ]]> http://blackroseanarchy.wordpress.com/2011/10/27/goat-ey/feed/ 0 The Black Rose Goat-ey http://blackroseanarchy.wordpress.com/2011/10/27/laptops-power-outages/ http://blackroseanarchy.wordpress.com/2011/10/27/laptops-power-outages/#comments Thu, 27 Oct 2011 03:33:40 +0000 The Black Rose http://blackroseanarchy.wordpress.com/?p=1109 ]]> I own a Compaq 610 (dubbed Podi Maya) and I have had it for about less than 2 years. It’s been reliable so far, since the demise of my earlier laptop, Panik, I have solely relied on it to be my source of EVERYTHING. BUT, as of late, I have found out that the battery has gone kaput. Well, I realised that the battery had gone kaput about 6-9 months ago, because when I remove the cable, it only would stay ‘alive’ for 30 minutes and it would die. Before this started happening, it stayed on for 3 hours, which made me quite happy. It’s a good laptop, and for the price that I got it for, it was a deal ($750).

My only issue is that, due to the battery issues, the laptop is no more a laptop and is quite plugged in (to the matrix? Sorry I had to put that there). A new battery would cost a good 20k(LKR). When the power cable went bust and a new one cost me 16k (LKR). What I was wondering, was whether this is a model issue or just a HP issue (cos I had the same thing with my earlier HP laptop). Also had the cable to the earlier HP Laptop go bust, and then the battery. Or is it that the fluctuations in Electricity available in Sri Lanka is so unstable, due to the unforeseen power outages that it makes my electrical appliances go bust. I do have a trip switch which goes off at times like those, but are there sneaky attempts that go unseen? Also, the fact that I use so many multi plugs and extendable power cords to reach my desk, could that be it? I don’t know. I need a working laptop and I don’t want electricity playing havoc on my babies

All I know is that all my work goes bust when the lights go off and sometimes I get the Autosaves and sometimes I don’t. I just got in trouble because I had sent the wrong copy of a document I had corrected but it hadn’t saved when the power went bust, and I thinking it was the right one, cos I ‘thought; I saved it, sent it right away. Darn.

Yeah, I think I should either scrounge up the cash for a new battery or even a new laptop. (Sad)

Situations present themselves to you, and sometimes the truth hurts, and even the situations. But, you need to see the good in those situations for those who are loyal to you in the midst of the evil that calls out to you to join The Sith. Be thankful that your Anakin didn’t cross over to the Darkside but stayed with your Padma, and pity Count Dooku who festers on the people’s fears and entices them to join him in his trysts. I’m frankly thankful that my Padma has her Anakin and he had the courage to say ‘NO’ to Count Dooku and stand strong by her side. I feel sorry for you, but I’m not petty enough to not friend you. So I will. And here I am, with clarity.

Yes, clarity, poetry and Star Wars at 6:00am brings you a post such as this.

What I found that appealed to me in my pantry/kitchen was a can of tuna (which had sunflower oil), a bunch of parsley I had in the freezer (keeping the parsley in the freezer helps it stay ‘fresh’, by that I mean, avoid it getting wilted), tomatoes and bread. Those being the ingredients, all I needed to make what I was making (Tuna,Tomato & Parsley on Toast aka TTPT Sandwich, yes I made that up ) was a frying pan, a bowl, 2 spoons and some butter (I prefer Canola – healthy and all).

So, yeah I first got the tuna out of the can and into the bowl. Then washed the parsley well, chopped them into little teeny weeny pieces and put it into the tuna bowl. I then did the same thing to the tomato as well. I made toast out of the bread and then I put the filling in between the toast and THEN voila, TTPT Sandwich on the plate, and a few bites later, in my tummy, happy and warm!

If you want a quick and healthy meal that can be made in 5-10 mins, this what you can make. If you aren’t a fan of tomato, like my fiance is, then you can opt for a bit of lime for the same effect. I wouldn’t opt out of the parsley, but if you don’t have it, then you can try a salad leaf or even a slice of cheese. Still healthy.

I think I might do this more often, the cooking and blogging thing. Sorry I didn’t take any pictures, I was famished. And I hope I haven’t bored you with this, but hey, HAPPY EATING or as the Italians say, Mangiare Bene!

It's not my image, but mine came out a very similarly

Filed under: Happy Tummy A La Maya, Life Tagged: food, lunch, parsley, quick meals, recipe, sandwich, toast, tomato, tuna ]]> http://blackroseanarchy.wordpress.com/2011/10/18/ttpt-sandwich/feed/ 2 The Black Rose f-word.tumblr.com http://blackroseanarchy.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/counting-down-has-never-been-this-amazing/ http://blackroseanarchy.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/counting-down-has-never-been-this-amazing/#comments Fri, 09 Sep 2011 18:30:10 +0000 The Black Rose http://blackroseanarchy.wordpress.com/?p=1067 ]]>

Standing, along a blue wall, that’s speckled with water bubbles patiently fighting to burst out through the plaster beneath the cool shade, there we stand face to face, looking through each other as we were mere ethereal personas, standing still against time. And I stand there looking at the wonder of those brown bright orbs that mirrors your emotion and mine combined yet each with a story to tell but one that will not be spoken yet transcended through vibes and aura so strong that it sets my hair on end. Holding me close, noses touching one another, we stare right through the galaxies of our corneas. Eye lash grazing, sending tingles down my being, shocking the caverns and their beasts who are now awakened and fumbling towards the light. Your lips tremble as mine does with yearning, its a longing that beats against my heart as loud as a beating drum heard down in tribes far away.

And we meet, like waves crashing against one another, mighty and strong, overflowing as our lips make contact over and over, in unison to the rhythm of the current that sweeps through an open door, as your hot tongue greets mine like an old friend, shaking hands and saying “how do you do, I’ve been expecting you for quite some time and I’m sure glad that you have arrived“. Maybe not friends, but lovers brought from friendship and understanding so strong, that it governs the mighty waves of thought into tsunamis that can break down those very walls I had constructed brick by brick against possible and probably hurt and hate with cynicism as twisted as a tangled braid. But you tore those down, like the Berlin Wall and you made a change, you changed my world.

The lines of my hand met yours as if they knew because fate had etched them on our palms a long time ago and now you and I, we’ve been found. Every graze, every touch sends tingles to every corner of my being, awakening them and as your kisses sends warmth searing through to my heart, I feel jolts of heat pass through you into me and explode into a beauteous array of fireworks only my inner being can pay witness to, and you, yes you are the reason why every inch feels as if its in a caffeine induced coma, one that makes you spring to life against the misery which lies solid, un-moving in a corner. You are the reason, for my being, for constantly moving forward through the blizzard. You are my strength, my heart and soul, you are the spirit that runs through my veins, giving me life. And I, I love you, with every heartstring calling out your name.

I dedicated and gifted this piece of writing to Thar for his birthday, and I have been waiting for the right time to post this online, and I think it’s time. Happy 17 Months, YOU ARE THE BEST PART OF MY LIFE.

She was his father’s oldest brother’s wife. And she had bad breath. If there was something that he couldn’t handle was smells that were bad and they always gave him a headache, especially when he pictured it doing things to his body. Those fumes going up his nasal canal and up to his brain making it go mushy. Yes, he did have an overactive imagination, but a boy his age, you’d expect it.  He tried to get away from the old lady, but he knew that wriggling off him would cause her to latch on to him tighter, like a snake does to his prey. He had seen it on the Discovery Channel.

‘How do I get off of her and into my room, without upsetting anyone‘  he thought to himself.

‘Maybe I could start sneezing on her and excuse myself’, or maybe if I start crying. No, I must not cry, it will only upset Mama. Alright, I’ll try coughing and sneezing on her‘ he finally thought. ‘At-chooo, atchooo, atchooo, atchooo‘ and on went the sneezing fit and before you knew it, he was off her fat thighs and in his Mama’s arms as she checked his temperature.

‘What wrong, sweetheart?‘ she asked but I couldn’t say anything in case I my plan was foiled.

‘Mama I think something funny went up my nose, I can feel it Mama!‘ making sure I let the old Aunt hear what I was saying, just so she could hear all the grimy details of my nose and send her off in a spiraling out of control into a pit of mental imagery. ‘Mama, I’ll go up to my room and wash myself off, and lie in bed, if you don’t mind. I’m awfully sorry, Mama, but I don’t feel well enough to be here, something is making me sneeze…  atchooo‘ he said while sneezing for effect.

‘Oh of course, my dear. Just run along, my darling‘.

As he retreated back to base camp, he could hear Mama relaying her apologies to their guests. he was out of harm way or rather the old Aunt’ grubby hands and distasteful odor and back in his room. ‘Aaah Room Sweet Room’ he thought, while he first went to wash his face with cold water and soap, just to get her skin off him. And then, soon enough he was back in his room with his train set, diving right in, and thinking about traversing the land on a fast train jetting of to every corner of the land. While he  daydreamed, he stepped right into nap and was fast asleep with his dreams of trains and travels.

I don’t really know why I wrote this. I decided I needed to write more, at least something small everyday. And this is what my fingers were told to type. Oh brain, you silly old fool.

Do we live our lives like its meant to be your last, or do we just procrastinate and expect to wake up the next day and with new opportunities sprouting like ripe tomatoes growing in your back yard, filled with vegetation (if you didn’t procrastinate to water them, or lest make sure the sprinklers came on time – having programmed that too). What I meant to say is, do we go about like we’re living a dream and that we’ll live forever, or as one of my favourite quotes by James Dean goes, do you “dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today”. Because to me, the latter is what gives me the strength. I dream, and I live. Passionately. I’m happy when I’m happy, I’m angry when I’m angry. It may seem a little black and white when I put it like that, but to me, that’s me feeling, and when I am overcome by this drive that powers me, I can’t feel anything else but that pure adrenaline that keeps me going. Do I at times deter and deflect, when ailment and misfortunes come my way, I do. I am only human, and I have to let nourishment and time mend the bridges of whatever I am referring to and move on with life. The same life that I said I live passionately. I don’t take my life for granted. I don’t take opportunities given to me for granted, I take everything that comes my way with a skip. But that doesn’t mean I trip. Life dishes out the good and the bad, and the bad never comes knocking. And doing a balancing act is quite tough too, when you are trying to live your life to the fullest, because you also need to prioritise to manage your time.

Then, there’s love, and there’s friendship. When it comes to love, there are so many highs and with emotions and passion there will be puddles and there will be bumps on the road. But life comes with a ying and a yang, with love is the opposite with evil and the ugly side of life, just staring you down, making you quiver in a corner. It’s okay to be afraid, but it’s important to also stand up once you recover from it and find your bearing. Aldous Huxley said “Experience is not what happens to you; it is what you do with what happens to you” so when life beats you down, just get back up and move on. And friendship comes in many sizes and shapes, and forms. It could be genuine and it would false, be aware of who your real friends are. If you are a nice person, don’t let the false friend turn you over to the dark side, come out the winner and don’t let them have their laugh.  People will talk, people will judge, people will never attempt to see more that what they want to see, because they are limited, they are restricted, they are afraid to sometimes see that you may have something that they do not have, that they couldn’t possibly have and they might have insecurities of their own and that’s where they start pointing fingers and saying things about you which you do not deserve and they know you do not deserve. You have something they want and do not have, and in today’s age it’s easier to criticise and not praise when one finds themselves in such predicaments. It’s a sad affair, but sometimes nothing can be done.

If you come across such situations, its easier to shrug it off and be the bigger person. Sure it’s hurtful, but life was never supposed to be easy. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy. You can be aware of these things, but don’t let it take over your life. “Don’t worry, be happy” may be the biggest cliché in the book, but there’s truth in those words. The Dalai Lama said that the purpose of life is to be happy, and I agree. Shrug those worries off, and if you can’t, write them off, quite literally. Pour out your feelings into pen and paper, or on a Word processor and be done with them. I just did, and I feel better already.

Celebrating women…

You were destined to be there,
destined to have gotten into that car,
destined to know those very things to say,
destined to know which buttons to push.

Co-ordinates set and ready to go,
the road was marred with potholes,
scars of tales of survival for those who secretly passed down words of wisdom
and to the longing of those who wished to tread this path least trodden.

And now you are on your way passing those very Sequoia trees,
mansions of natures telling tales of centuries past,
secrets of success or sorrow,
but nevertheless wisdom and knowledge that many do seek.

Whilst you journey
in your comfortable cocoon of air condition,
you will find yourself at a destination once unknown to you.
One travelled a mile too many to count.

A worthy destination,
a locale close to your heart,
one that will change your life,
the future.

And when you arrive your past will realise,
that lessons learnt was that of a life lived
with a purpose to an unnamed destination
that has now a label with your initials and a surname to match yours.

You have arrived,
your legacy has been made in those very potholes,
in the road taken, in the glory of the vessel,
in the black box of your passage through time.

Fate decided,
and you answered its call,
dutifully and naturally you conquered
and now its time to move on.

Life is a journey. That’s all I can say.