Sensitive People

I am sensitive person. I take everything personally.

And my life’s mission is to not offend anyone, because you see, it’s a complex. I have to make everyone like me. Not unlike Monica, no. ( And for all the people who dislike me, perhaps I am not trying hard enough! Oh blah. )

But stranger are the people who are so bold and ballsy that they  say whatever they like and offend people when it’s not even due, and then get all teary and sensitive the moment they feel a jab. When a jab was not even intended. Sheesh.

That awkward moment when you can’t even say something completely innocent to a friend because last time you did, boy weren’t they pissed. And now you wonder why you are friends in the first place. Were they only being nice to you? Sheeeesh.

Are they such strangers that you can’t be yourself perhaps? Oh god were you making a fool of yourself by being yourself?? Were they only humoring you !?! Were they judging you behind closed doors? Face. Palm.

Oh right. This is me, taking everything personally. Ta !

 

Week 22

So my neighbor who lives in the house opposite side of the lane from us is pretty nice. She has a bunch of nice dogs and she lets me pet them  through the fence, and every time Kadupul blooms, she gives me a flower. We’ll call her family The Es.

The ones I can’t stand, live next door to The Es. Let’s call them The Ts. They are the ones making a trip around the house , even though their front door faces away from us towards the main road, to stand on their porch and peer through the trees above their garden wall, every time, we have a visitor. Even if it’s my father. The weirdest thing is, they don’t leave until the visitors leave. If the visitors are here to stay for a while, they make routine trips round the house to peer at ours. What. The. Hell.

 

We’ve been here almost two years and you know what. Their behavior is pissing me off. But let’s not look at the fact that I am a coward and I will never confront them about it.

When my mother was with us here, she’d sit by the window in the living room, and I’d open our front doors and sit on the steps while I DIYed. We had a pretty good time doing this, chatting and drinking tea and my mother trying to teach me to sew. And The Ts could be seen through the trees over the garden wall, standing, listening to our conversations. And pretending to prune their damn trees.

Sometimes my father sends me a massive amount of vegetables, or fruits, or dried fish. I think it has something to do with him panicking every once a month or so wondering if I know how to shop for my groceries. Dad, not to worry, I learned from the best. You pay whatever the price asked, and even if you can buy the same thing cheaper, you don’t because, well, you don’t think it’s necessary. I’ve got it OK.

So what I do when my dad sends me an amount of food me and my husband alone can’t finish before they go bad , is to pack them in parcels and hand them out to our neighbors.

The Ts get visited last because they live at the very end of the lane.

And you know what they do while I  knock on my neighbors doors? They stand in their corner in the garden half hidden, watching me. Before I knock on theirs, they retreat into the house and come back out as if omg it’s you ! How are you ! ugh. You know Mr and Mrs T, I see you. OK? I know what you are doing. STOP IT.

A couple of weeks ago, I get this massive Jack fruit and I made my trips to the neighboring houses.

I knock on a couple of doors, and watch from the corner of my right eye as Mr T takes his place in the corner in his garden. And for whatever reason, he isn’t quick enough to retreat inside his house before I knock on his gate. So he’s startled when I do, and now knowing he’s caught red handed, he’s ashamed to come to the gate so I have to stand there for a few more seconds before I knock again. Uh hum, erm, heh heh, says he while he approaches me from his corner on the porch. I smile at him my widest smile, look back at where he was standing, look back at our house, look back at him knowingly and hand him the bag of Jack fruit and walk away.

I think, I’ve got it figured out. Next time he or his wife does this, I’ll try and catch their eye through the trees and wave perhaps ! Hello Mr and Mrs T ! Lovely day to snoop on your neighbors eh?

148/365 28/05/2014 Everyone's just waiting.

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Everyone’s just waiting.

149/365 29/05/2014 Every time I try to do planks, Not Our Cat sleeps  under my belly.

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Every time I try to do planks, Not Our Cat sleeps under my belly.

150/365 30/05/2014 We both think very highly of this book.

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We both think very highly of this book.

151/365 01/06/2014 This is what we ate on 01/06/2013 for breakfast.  Sue me, I cheated.

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This is what we ate on 01/06/2013 for breakfast. Sue me, I cheated.

152/365 02/06/2014 Camping on the floor again.

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Camping on the floor again.

153/365 03/06/2014 Not Our Cat was found sleeping  in a bag.

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Not Our Cat was found sleeping in a bag.

154/365 04/06/2014 Sipping tea, looking at the one thing that can make me feel at peace these days.

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Sipping tea, looking at the one thing that can make me feel at peace these days.

 

Week 21

I can never replace anything in a jar, be it sugar, milk powder or spices, unless the jar is completely empty. If there’s only enough sugar for one cup of tea but I am making tea for five, I am not going to fill the jar with new sugar unless I’ve taken the last bit out.

Imagine how the sugar at the bottom of the jar would feel, if you suddenly poured new sugar on it and it was waiting for it’s turn to go in the tea and now it can’t for another month and a half. Argh. So sad.

If I am making toasties, and I make a batch of sandwiches to go in the toaster, the first ones made have to be the first ones in. Just because you are on top of the batch of sandwiches, doesn’t mean you get to go first !

When I am making pancakes, I make a stack of them, and Darling happens to walk by and takes one from the top, my mind snaps in two.

Does it happen to you?

141/365 21/05/2014 Sending food to the man who cooked for me for years !

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Sending food to the man who cooked for me for years !

142/365 22/05/2014 I like to keep my hands busy thank you.

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I like to keep my hands busy thank you.

143/365 23/05/2014 Chocolate and liquor. What a delightful combination. *grin*

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Chocolate and liquor. What a delightful combination. *grin*

144/365 24/05/2014 Yup. Beginners luck. Totally.

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Yup. Beginners luck. Totally.

145/365 25/05/2014 He's learning to wear them by himself ! *proud smug aunt moment*

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He’s learning to wear them by himself ! *proud smug aunt moment*

146/365 26/05/2014 My nightmares do come true.

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My nightmares do come true.

147/365 27/05/2014 Noooo pressure!

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Noooo pressure!

Week 20 !

Why am I the world’s biggest sucker ?!?!

Yup. That’s the question I am trying to answer these days.

I am the girl in fifth grade who refused to stay for after school activities because my ‘best friend’ said I didn’t need to. All these years later, I still find it hard to believe she was so malicious.

But zoom away from childhood, I still haven’t been able to not be a sucker.

You know the beggars in Colombo know I am the biggest sucker too? They walk up to my window in the car and I crumble. I see this beggar almost every day walking without his stick, no limp, but he stands there trembling and I can’t help myself. I give him my last 20.

About a month ago, an old lady in her nightdress with a massive suitcase , a bundle of clothes and a picture frame sat in our lane. I took her in. I shouldn’t have but I did. Boy, the drama !

Last week, I was home alone and someone rang our bell. There was a man peering through the bamboo bars in our gate. He wore white long sleeves and blue plants , had yellow tinted glasses with thick nerd frames and said “theruwansaranai”. Spoke in English, said he’s had to beg money pay his child’s school fees. I looked in my purse there was nothing but a thousand. So I gave him that . Darling was not happy. He could come back. He could be a rapist , a thief, a killer, who knows ! I really shouldn’t have. I know.

Then the next day, the guy who usually picks our coconuts came by and asked for a thousand rupees. I had to say no. Said he couldn’t pay his rent. I gave him a five hundred after consulting my husband but what irked me was the fact that even after I told him that’s all I had , he hung around pleading, as if knowing if he pestered enough, I’d give more. He promised to bring in coconuts, said he was going to pick jackfruit from a tree nearby and said he’ll keep bringing things like that until he paid off the five hundred. I haven’t seen him since.

I haven’t answered my own question yet but I guess, recognising the problem is the first step, so here we are. Enjoy the pics ! ( The pictures have nothing to do with this post ! )

134/365 14/05/2014 Preethi Wesak !

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Preethi Wesak !

135/365 15/05/2014 Jeeves marries Thush. What an awesome time!

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Jeeves marries Thush. What an awesome time!

136/365 16/05/2014 Charith Peiris all in white, ready to go in.

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Charith Peiris all in white, ready to go in.

137/365 17/05/2014 Holiday ! Yay !!

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Holiday ! Yay !!

138/365 Maadu ganga , early in the morning. Felt peaceful till the monkeys showed up.

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Maadu ganga , early in the morning. Felt peaceful till the monkeys showed up.

139/365 Some really nice nurses gave me a bench to sit on while I waited for malli's surgery to be over.

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Some really nice nurses gave me a bench to sit on while I waited for malli’s surgery to be over.

140/365 20/05/2014 "Have you seen Mexicans? Well have you seen one Mexican??"

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“Have you seen Mexicans? Well have you seen one Mexican??”

 

Eve’s Garden

I walked around our little garden today with the D90 in hand.

I admit, I haven’t used it more than once this year. My 365 is from an Asus tab. They lack depth, and they are mostly bland, but it’s a wide, big shot and I am lazy. That’s the gist of it. But I’ve been feeling bad and missing my D90 so today, I switched a few lenses around and walked in our garden.

Flower photos are lame. Flowers are pretty by themselves but when you try to capture them, or when I try to capture them, they always come out ..blah! You know how we used to take photos of all the flowers in the garden, the first thing when we got our cameras? No? Just me?

Ok.

I felt like that. But still. It was a beautiful day today . It rained, there was sunshine , it was cool and you know I noticed, this one creeper I’ve been growing for an year, has started to bloom. A first ! So happy !

Our garden is still far from my ideal but I love seeing the little flowers bloom all over, ( I even tell my plants and trees I love them. I have favorites too. Don’t judge me. ) The Jasmine plant my mother gave me is growing so well !! The Ehela tree, thrice destroyed by the Porcupine is a tall beautiful young tree now.

So I walked. And took a few.

Enjoy !

“To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow” – Audrey Hepburn

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Weeks 17, 18, 19

Must. Upload. Pics. So. Meh.

113/365 23/04/2014 Making of the practice kimono

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Making of the practice kimono

114/365 24/04/2014 Aaaand it's complete!

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Aaaand it’s complete!

115/365 25/04/2014 In the Matara rest house waiting .

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In the Matara rest house, waiting .

116/365 26/04/2014 Picking things from the garden always makes me feel grand!

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Picking things from the garden always makes me feel grand!

117/365 27/04/2014 On our way home from Makandura. I can never get enough.

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On our way home from Makandura. I can never get enough.

118/365 28/04/2014 Amma's pretty scrap fabrics

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Amma’s pretty scrap fabrics

119/365 29/04/2014 DIY shorts from scrap fabric. God knows I need more comfy shorts .

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DIY shorts from scrap fabric. God knows I need more comfy shorts .

120/365 30/04/2014 Four and a tradition.

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Four and a tradition.

121/365 01/05/2014 A birthday feast for husband!

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A birthday feast for husband!

122/365 02/05/2014 The boys are getting a bit obsessed.

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The boys are getting a bit obsessed.

123/365 03/05/2014 The Jedi at home needs a DIY.

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The Jedi at home needs a DIY.

124/365 04/05/2014 Mango season !

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Mango season !

125/365 05/05/2014 From dress to skirt ! One more DIY complete

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From dress to skirt ! One more DIY complete

126/365 06/05/2014 From trash to couture.

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From trash to couture.

127/365 07/05/2014 My father sends my favorite breakfast ! yay !!

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My father sends my favorite breakfast ! yay !!

128/365 08/05/2014 Rain oh beautiful rain !

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Rain oh beautiful rain !

129/365 09/05/2014 My semi charmed life.

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My semi charmed life.

130/365 10/05/2014 Long day , long day.

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Long day , good day. 

131/365 11/05/2014 The neighborhood boys are doing there thing for Wesak.

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The neighborhood boys are doing there thing for Wesak.

132/365 12/05/2014 Selfie time with Seth.

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Selfie time with Seth.

133/365 13/05/2014 Malli's version of Snakes and Ladders

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Malli’s version of Snakes and Ladders

Four and a tradition

Me and Darling have been together for four years. Our anniversary falls on the day before his birthday and as it happened on that particular day four years ago when I celebrated his birthday with him a day prior to the actual date and he asked me out, I kept it up in the years to follow. So now we always celebrate his birthday the day before. Our own little private party.

I am filing this under ‘food blogs’ because really, what else is marriage about ?

From the beginning, our relationship , like it was built around photography, took shape around food. He’s a big foodie and got me hooked and one of the things we enjoy massively together is exploring new things to eat ! Hence, the blog post.

The day before his birthday usually includes a cupcake and a bottle of sparkling wine.

This year, I made lava cake. I found this unbelivably easy recipe on Youtube and I share it for everyone who’s been asking me for it .

30A week or two ago, we were reading Danny, the champion of the world by Roald Dahl . What a treat ! While I was reading it , I was struck by all the food mentioned in the book and wondered what it would be like to make all those yummy things mentioned in it. When Darling finished reading the book he asked me, as if he read my mind, if I had noticed all the food in the book and what it would be like to eat them. What in the world is Toad in a hole anyway?

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Toad in a hole turned out to be sausages encased in Yorkshire pudding served with onion gravy. I followed a recipe from Jamie Oliver. Almost too easy. Here’s the recipe. http://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/pork-recipes/toad-in-the-hole

I served it along with roasted chicken and a potato salad.

P_20140501_201207 The chocolate cake, was the highlight of the evening. It was not too sweet and very moist and well, near damn perfection. ( Recipe found here : http://www.saveur.com/article/recipes/chocolate-cake-with-fudge-icing ) 
P_20140501_215715 P_20140501_220641Darling said he felt loved. I am satisfied.

:)