Rough times are rough

I feel I left a lot back in Bangalore.
Back there I was stripped to my bones. And now, I feel I left a lot, shitload there. 

Some Cute Pick-me-up

Whisper of the Heart on rewatch: this Ghibli has been there for me through my time in Tangier, my uninspired times and my undisciplined and forgetful ones.

Here it is, to the rescue again.

Pepa you son of a b!tch

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

My favorite Ghibli character by far.
My favorite princess by far.
A role model - and I'm not ashamed to write it anymore -.

Hayao, I'm speechless, thanks for that.

I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where they two mutually inspire each other to live– if I’ m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.

---Hayao Miyazaki

With Bob Dylan backstage

Ok, Blowin' in the Wind, I can get it.

But Hurricane?

Murakami in a nutshell

I still get pissed whenever I think of my Murakami collection. Gosh I can't wait for the emotional phase of loss to be over.

Moroccan Welcome II

Someone hacked my Facebook, posted one of my famous rants over my period with a little twist - in this verison, I ask to be fucked in addition.

Someone also hacked two of my main Gmail accounts and I therefore lost the pass to my Breakfast Table blog.

Someone finally tried to hack into my LinkedIn but it just didn't give in. Weird but Kudos!

If it's not a Moroccan way to tell me welcome the fuck back to Morocco.

Oh well.

Moroccan Welcome

I'm back to Morocco. Apparently, Family is thrilled to get the filthy loud agressive one back. Isn't that sweet?

TJ is the first homie I get to see after those six months. It's just heartwarming to an extent that would make Jordan call it quit.

One out o the 35 shots was decent enough to be posted. My photography skills are just...

Pepa, the family cat doesn't seem too happy with my coming back. Keeps sniffing me and doesn't like it when I hold him.

I'm speechless. Just when I think my shots can't get anymore "wtf!", they just get "wtf²"

I'm here, in Fez, holding thoughts and promises, lots and lots and lots of blessings and goodness from mother India. It's been an unspeakable experience and I tried my best to speak about it. Still, you can't possibly convey in words the feelings you get while within a loving womb. You just know that sooner or later, you will get out of it and you're going to cry it out.

Although the crying part might not be true in my case. I'm not a crying type of person and I'm thrilled to be back to the kingdom, making the best out of my stay here as well.

Oh India..

I know from now I will dearly miss you. I will also miss you, Nandita.

I will never be grateful enough, never cease to be.

Thank you again Nandita for the wonderful memento.

All Rights Reserved to Nandita Singh.

MU-RAAA-KA-MIIII

I don't have any space, ANY SPACE, to put my Murakami collection!!!!

I GOT RID OF ALL MY CLOTHES EXCEPT THE COAT AND THE SUIT. I LET ALL MY MUGS GIFTS AND MY CONTROLLERS AND MY DVDS AND I LEFT THE YOGA MATTRESS I BOUGHT AND BASICALLY ALL THE TECH DEVICES I BOUGHT FOR MYSELF.

Still no room!

My Murakamis! I CANT believe I can't take them with me! I CANT BELIEVE IT!

Koroonful, deep breaths, remember Durden's speech, fight club on, it's ok, Morocco will eventually give in epay, you will buy it all once you get a decent job, and there is a spare book of Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World back in Morocc.

So please calm down, fight club mindset on and swim it away if necessary.

It's okay now, it'so kay ;____;

I'm NOT crying è_______é.

Leto II

Maybe it's reconnecting with my oldest series, maybe it's the nostalgia or the fact that of all the characters, I understand Leto II the best, but I'm having a blast with the God Emperor: I can't stop fangirling over the creature.

Then again, I always loved worms to the point of eating them and I have always had at least 1/2 tsp of cinnamon a day in my food. No wonder I have a thing for Sandworms.

Magnificent creatures, just magnificent creatures.

Madness

 

..Never runs out of style. If you're carrying around your footless stepfather or footless ballet senseï or footless lover in a sack, people will think you're a sadistic crazy bitch, but never an unstylish one.

Halloween costume idea! Piano wire is mandatory however.

Audition on rewatch.

Happy new year, random person passing by! You're crazy stylish and I adore you for that.