Chutney is Pesto Not Mango Stew!!!

"Your creative juices are flowing tonight," so says Cookies and Cakes.

My creative juices....hmmmmpphhhh, never knew i could be referred to as having an abundance of original ideas to pen down.

Creative juice #1,
I have been having conversations with Mr. I'll Wink And You'll know and i must say, our situations share stark similarities; some instances at which i could've screamed, "YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!!!". Nevertheless, i controlled myself from throwing my judgments on him, his directions and his convictions; it would defy everything I've ever believed in. Similarities in two separate lives could not possibly progress to being identical; reading his portrayal of the predicament he is in, reminded me of the Hdaran i knew almost 3 years ago. If the worst does happen however, i shall be a friend, like how many people have been for me, helping me cushion the worst of my falls. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and went on being the ever so attentive person i pride myself to be. *sticks tongue out*

Creative juice #2
And then we have Sunbear II, which has, so predictably, evolved into almost everything my foresight has seen into. Two weeks of constant messaging ended when i was too busy to reply. I should have known better; a person who holds back a lot usually has a lot of unsettled issues, and boy did he hold back. I remember telling Cookies and Cakes about this recent "camaraderie", IF i might say so. "He isn't like Ex-Bf, his silence is one like that of Ever-Present Hysterical Gal's," I told him. Silent people come with issues of indefinite proportions; its either they silently solve them or just do what i sometimes do, sweep the whole ruddy thing under the carpet. One did enjoy his company though, it was a flash Godbro, his voice, his looks and his words. He reminded me of the pleasurable things i did cherish with Godbro. Late night private conversations, sometimes just observing each others' silence and playing songs that we loved. Texting each other in time intervals that was almost sublime; it almost made me hope that this might actually work out.

Creative juice #3
What would one name someone who's hopeful of her so called boyfriend while he ignores her calls, sends an occasional (so occasional, she'd be lucky if he did) message her on a popular social network website, sends an occasional text message and manages to melt her with that meager effort to move one's finger and spend literally a penny or less??? Love is blind i suppose. CRAP!!! And here she is whiling her time away, sacrificing on good food to slim down for him, sending him inspiring messages, and relentlessly calling him in the hopes that he does pick up (he does, let's not be patronizing; but does it suffice to say it is usually once in a purple moon???).

Creative juice #4
Grandmothers; both equally annoying, equally strong characters and equally attention seeking and yet its like the sky and the sea; they only meet at the horizon, never compromising their take on life. Maternal grandmother: she is one huge fuss-pot!!! Things have to be the way she wants it to be and if it isn't she goes on nagging until she tries to grasp the situation and make it her own. Never successful when she stays over at my place but she tries nevertheless. Ever so obsessed about her deteriorating state of health; she is insomniac at times and has this constant fear that she will not be able to find a clean bathroom whenever she is brought out. Persistently drives my mom up the wall with her complaints, she is one big happy mess. Her pros would be her spot on perfection in Indian cooking; her dhals, tofu sambal, stir fried okra, sweet and sour shrimp paste, chicken and fish curry.

*wham*. OK, i needed that slap.

Paternal grandmother also shares this similar trait, and she has her own specialties; mango paccedi, more commonly referred to as mango chutney which i think is ill-fitting because chutney is actually pesto made from dried chillies, curry leaves, desiccated coconut, seasoning and a choice of flavouring; green chillies are most commonly used. While the mango chutney, aforementioned, is a thickened sweet and savoury stew of sour mangoes with an array of spices and chilly powder. Her other hits would be her halwa, an Indian dessert (very sinful; contains copious amounts of clarified butter and lots of cashews and raisins), her chutney pesto, her salted fish salad and many more. The cooking isn't the only thing my grandmothers have in common; my paternal grandmother is nonetheless a mess herself. She was the iron-lady whom raised 7 children single handedly when her husband (he will only remain her husband for me) decided to leave her for his mistress. Selling nasi lemak and kuihs, cooking for weddings and functions, and occasionally receiving help from my maternal granma, who was back then, a very good family friend. She has become a bitter old lady whose only intention is attention, lots of it. Of course, she has the right to be heard, noticed and loved, which is exactly what baffles me; she has been given all that she could ever need!!! I know for a fact that all her grandchildren adore her and all her children tend to her needs, so, why the bitterness??? In contrary to her in-law, she doesn't nag or throw a tantrum, instead she gives you the silent disapproval; a treatment that leaves most of the people who visit her annoyed and beyond. My mom has this theory that she has lost her touch with proper emotions and feelings after her husband left her stranded with nothing but carnal pleasures (one still wonders) and 7 responsibilities. She has nothing to look forward to in life and wants everything she missed out then, now. So my mom says. I just feel that her children aren't being tactful enough in handling the unnecessary rackets she throws, but then again,  one can only have so much say.

*got stuck at the ending*

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