I’m back! *pop*
It has been just shy of four months since my last post, and I expected this blog to have absolutely no views in that time. How wrong am I? It’s astounding how many people read this blog. I have readers from ALL OVER THE WORLD! Not only from the UK, USA or Canada but Bahrain, Israel, Brazil, Dubai, Laos, Korea, Spain, Russia, Kenya, Mongolia, New Zealand, Turkey…the list goes on! I never expected it, at all. I don’t even have that many posts! Other bloggers out there might think this is normal, but it’s huge for me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! I’ll try my best to not disappoint you with late posts again! Love, love, love!
A couple of posts ago, I was nominated for the Liebster Award and I promised once I found 11 good blogs, I would nominate them. Truth is, the blogs I found already had been nominated. Also, they didn’t nominate everyone themselves (except one). Somewhere down the line, the rules have been muddled. Tut tut.
Also, I mentioned the chalazion on my eye. It’s gone! It went a while ago, I just never told you guys. Oopsy! But, I shall pass down my chalazion-fighting wisdom to you. Red sandalwood powder! Just mix it with rose water, or just plain water, and leave it on for 2 minutes and wash off, very carefully. From beginning to end, it took just under two months to clear, however the nurse did say it could take anywhere from 5 months to 2 years! I patted my immune system on its back and gave it some nutella, don’t worry.
Talking about health, I haven’t been ill more times than I have been so this year. I don’t know why, but everything is going pear-shaped, health-wise. Normally, I only have the seasonal flu twice a year, but this year, I’ve had a little more than that. I blame my vegetarian diet. On that note, not long to go before my vegetarianism is over! Not that you care…
On a completely unrelated note, I had a very funny dream that only accentuates my personality. I had been held hostage on a vintage train by life-sized hybrid insects. I say hybrid, I don’t really know what word to use. The “leader” was a very fat, slimy, grey worm/slug/caterpillar, who wore a monocle, top hat and waistcoat. He wanted to blow up the Earth (I don’t know why) and only had 24 hours to do it in. Just as he was about to press the gooey chocolate button, his insect men came in and said that the only way he could blow up the Earth was to twist once. Yes, twist. That was the exact word they used. What they meant was he had to rotate his whole body once for the Earth to blow up. His monocle dropped and he raised his voice saying, “But it takes 10 days to twist…well, we better get a move on then, quick!” He then twisted his head once and headed for the door, whilst his insect men followed him and tried to help. Then, in Picasso-style, a moth/daddy-long leg/helicopter thing flew out very slowly, as if it were injured. And I woke up. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY! But this isn’t the first time I have dreamt about strange, strange things. Just ask my sister (okay, so you can’t really ask her); she gets annoyed at me every time I tell her one of my dreams.
Food. My diet hasn’t been great recently. I started this blog to talk about food, share recipes and reviews and also talk about stuff that happens in my life. But I haven’t really been keen on anything food-related, surprisingly. I haven’t gone off food, oh no no no. I just can’t stand cooking in my kitchen. My flatmates are disgusting. They leave bits of food lying around, raw meat just sitting in bowls, they don’t take the bins out and I don’t even think they’ve cleaned the work-tops since we all moved in. I have a few times, but I stopped doing so as soon as I stopped eating/cooking in there. I only go in there if I want milk from the fridge. It’s so horrible. I’m not sure if this is insignificant to you, but for someone who loves food as much as I do, I won’t disrespect it. I can’t enjoy cooking, if the place I’m preparing food in is unhygienic. In less than 20 days, I’ll be back home in London, at my sister’s house, visiting family and friends – I know they’ll encourage me to cook and enjoy it all over again. So, until then, sorry no recipes. I can’t lie to you and post a recipe I haven’t tried. Sorry! I’ll update you on my life and the craziness that happens until then.
You lot are a funny bunch. I often look at what people search for in order to find this page. My favourites, so far, are “ninja girl eat indian” and “chocolate ninja eat indian”. I like how you know my love of eating, but I really don’t eat Indians.
I’ll be posting again soon, so watch this space. Wait, you can’t leave yet! Have a look at this camel taking a selfie, and then you can go. Ciao!