nightscape

Meryam’s back. No more black holes in the sky.

Blog I wrote yesterday:
I was putting out laundry to dry tonight. And it was good. I realise now why they have those encounters on terraces (rooftops) in Indian movies, where the girl is putting up clothes on the line. Something so natural, peaceful, even meditative about this domestic scene – and yet somehow romantic, well I can vouch it is at night at least. I had a really tiring Friday. Was in and out of the house all day, and came back ready to crash into bed almost, but Mom has been working today since the maid didn’t bother showing up, and wanted me to help with laundry (which is a fraction of what she does really). Anyhow, even though it seemed like such a burden when I started, it was so relaxing singing, thinking, arranging clothes on the line, and at the end I felt the better for it. Revitalised rather than dampened. Recall Tina saying: ‘We are all like flowers, and we need the sun’. And water, too, I may add. Which reminds me I should drink more of that, I just read today on someone’s 43things.com that water helps you stay more focused. And I do think I really don’t drink enough.

Went to the Indian talent show today, and it was fun watching the kids of yesteryear dancing and having fun on stage. I used to do that! Well, I still could.. if I were better organised. Anyhow, je suis tellement fatiguée. I took Deepak to the bookstore Diwan and bought 3 books for him, one on alien conspiracies, an Agatha Christie book, and a French book. I think it makes for a good gift, especially after he got 95% on his last Maths test, and because the poor kid paid for the both of us last time I invited him to go outside and discovered, in my typical way, that I didn’t have enough money. And he is a good kid, touchwood, and godbless. Now there’s a nice word, godbless. I’ll use it for a while to replace goodbyes. Godbless peeps! ;)

keeping it up..

..at the bs space (blogspot ;) at wee)

so i really don't know what to say to keep it up to date.. i'm losing interest slightly. it waxes and wans. i came back to cairo on an early bus. God knows I wanted to leave port said behind so so fast. and i'm glad i did. My whole body takes one deep breath when it reaches cairo and in particular when it reaches home, and i can slouch into the slob that i am and forget about work. :) and then write some :)

i miss my friends. :) and then i can whine about that too.

i got a call from my yellow wife on the way. and i was so so happy that petros called me. i really didn't expect it.. anyhow it was probably in response to a ghost call he got from cairo. i tried calling him from skype but had no credit, so maybe it was that.. i don't know. i'm going to encourage skype from now on.. check at Skype.

i had kushari again.. i'm going to try to post a picture of that place up here. kushari tahrir that is. Also, now that i got a digicam (yay! i got a digital camera!) I intend to take tons of pics and post them and become funky amateur wannabe pro photographer. hehe :)

cheerios (mood : chipper) (music : none, as usual (but i do listen to rufus wee))

there would be days...

...and no one told me this, when your clothes would annoy you... maybe its this itchy cardigan, but i love the colour and if i take it off, my belly would show and that would be a complete no-no in the factory premises. So when I probably get a break, I'll head on home and get another jumper or something comfy, non-itchy and longer.

But I think I'm not just suffering from apparel-related irritation. Its a little bit more. A little bit to do with Tina leaving on Thursday night, and how horrible it was saying goodbye...

(took cardigan off, i'm in MY room!)

A little to do with how I've been feeling far too lazy to do any work..

A little to do with whatever work I've done not yielding any great results anyhow...

I really need a vacation. Gawd, I think I'll beg dad for a week off, I really do need it. Not that I'd need to beg, I just have to drop a request and it shall be granted. Strange human relations - I will probably not ask, and Dad will probably not tell me to 'sit home sweety', although he did do that once, and I got up early and wondered what to do with myself.

Among the books I'm reading/browsing currently is the classic Dune by Frank Herbert, lent to me by Kash dear. Learning about politics at work, and hopefully learning some lessons..

Meryam still has not written, in WEEKS. I am thinking of writing a petition with "Please sign petition for meryam to write to me" and sending it to ahrc or something.. I'm so bl**dy serious.. I might even do it. You better WRITE TO ME!

Stress factor

That’s the only thing that can explain the churnings in my stomach. Plus, like Mom and I noted my appetite has increased. Then again, I do work quite a bit, I believe. I miss my bro. He’s such a big help. He is also reading the blog and I am just kissing up… naaaaaah! :)

The day before Falco left town and I was so so sad. First thing, it was just so hard getting out of Port Said to Cairo, I got delayed from Wednesday to Thursday, and Thurs 1pm to Thurs 4:30pm, and it really ruined my weekend having to deal with salaries and lay-offs at the factory. And then I’ve had to say goodbye to two really good friends I made this past month, Falco and Petros.

Petros, aka Yellow Wife, leaves tonight… he’s supposed to give me a call. And why does he have the funny nick? Well, one night he comes up behind me and sticks his mobile in my back and says, “Your money or your life” in his Greek accent, and I turn back all confused and I say, “Will you be my Yellow Wife??!” The rest is Ancient (Greek) history, and now Petros is aka Yellow Wife :). And Yellow Wife is returning to Greece today and moi is feeling a bit sad. I am going to miss them all. I don’t know how I am going to take Tina leaving, too. Its already beginning to hit me, what with the guys leaving.

Tina read my cards last night, and we decided since Petros dared me that I would think of him. The card reading showed us as quite compatible, according to Tina, quote tina “according to the cards” (haha, she didn’t want to state it as fact). Funny thing is she said that I liked Petros but something bothered me. I kinda let it out that I couldn’t really feel as easy as I did with the other guys, and really didn’t trust Petros as much. Tina said its because Petros has a stone-face that you can’t see through at times. After all that, Petros refused to have his cards read.. hahahaha.

Oh I forgot to mention, but Falco gave me a wine bottle when he gave back my guitar and books, and he gave it to Kailash. He said he was worried. I told him Kailash would never drink up my wine, and he said, no he thought Kailash may be overprotective. Hehe. And the wine bottle was personalized!! The label was ‘Chitrau Briand’ (took me a while to get the pun… Ch?t?auBriand…if you still don’t get it, send me a mail). Plus it had all these reminders of our time together. He said what I felt too, that it rarely happened to him that he got along so well with someone he had known for so short a while… Plus he was so nice on the last night. “Oh I will miss you Chitra”. :’( I miss Falco now.

I’m glad the topic strayed from factory stress to friends though, because I really want to keep my mind on what I love and cherish, and I’m really lucky to have met these people. They really filled up my life with so much love… Touchwood. Today I remembered Nauman in university saying “You need more flowers in your life”, and today I find that need fulfilled.