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killer decision

February 23, 2006

It’s day five of my homeopathic treatment and the therapist has advised that I convert to a fish-rich diet. A bit of a nightmare when I think of all those fish being hauled in and depletion of cod and other fish sources all over the world, turtles and dolphines being killed over tuna and salmon. Pretty crappy and the only way out seems to be supplements like the omega-3 fortified eggs I eat, spirulina and eating B12 fortified cereals and such. Hate just hate thought of going back to meat at the same time there’s the new job in the boondocks to think about. To eat or to err that is the question.

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i’m getting married next year

February 22, 2006

…or so said an 80-something daily temple-goer (to my great alarm) last night. I could’ve died but I doubt that the temple priest would have thrown out my corpse what with my stellar attendance record. Really one of the few things I don’t miss about small towns: predictors and wisemen(women) that come in all shapes and sizes (of course I like to think they down a keg or two before launching into their verbal diarrhoea.

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six a.m. and oil dripping on my head

February 19, 2006

Got your attention didn’t i? Well this is my small-town reality for the next 9 or so days. relearning the art of rising at 6 to join the the line of city-dwellers heading to work (except that my “training period” of 9 days involves swallowing a cup of bitter herbal god-knows-what at 6 sharp followed by half hour of yoga, packed breakfast and being out the door by 6.45am). Afternoons/mornings for the next 9 days will be spent at an ayurvedic centre dressed in (not much) and having oil massages and herbal milk drip on my head for an hour before washing it all off with more herbal pastes. yesterday was day no. 1 and I can get used to the idea of massages and oil (and with terrific ambience too, the centre’s in a lovely bungalow with garden and pool). Yep, like a health spa (just as expensive, massages and healthy concoctions and a list of what not to eat for the next 15 days). No cute male masseurs (sigh) very strict protocol here male therapists for the men female ones for the women. Bout the only thing I detest is the 6am wake-ups every day which is pretty crappy, when I’ve gotten accustomed to post-sunrise risings for the past hmm 10 months or so. The things a gal has to live with for health/beauty’s sake.

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My job for the day is….

February 17, 2006

watching Oprah from 9am to 10pm, do the dishes and sweep the house from 10 to 11am and then what? More of the same, at least for a few more days until I get back to my suburban hell to unpack my things and make the new room more homey. Oprah was great, putting her best friend Gayle on the spot via four blind dates (alright already so I am jealous). I can never get why people like Ms Gayle (beautiful, smart and successful) need to (convince or be convinced?) to get a date.
rest of the day: finish overdue piece and construct a fib on why it wasn’t in on time, spend time constructively before “24″ comes on at 7pm and then some more constructive time 9pm onwards when folks are watching TV serials (as if real life wasn’t ‘interesting’ enough). Brain is numbing, can’t wait to get back into thick of real work.

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Life in Suburbia

February 16, 2006

Run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You can’t hide
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia

Dang, who knew that two “very happy” (and very rich) boys would be so insightful into small-town-or-close-to-it living? And damn right they are too, small town living is like a destructive ex-lover you can’t get away from, like double chocolate ice cream when you’re on a diet, like….need I go on more? So we pack our bags, kiss mum and dad and the dog/cat/whatever pet goodbye and sigh as we settle into our too small, too expensive city apartment in a too polluted neighbourhood. Only to create our own hell/heaven? At 20 (something), I’m still finding out and that’s what this blog is all about.

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